Love Our Mother Earth


Our Mother Earth cradles us,
upholds life,
provides our every need.
Her boundless love
contains us,
sustains us,
despite our growing greed.

Like rebellious children
her boundaries we test;
yet by her unconditional love
and providence, we are blessed.

Please stop poking and prodding her.
Give back her dignity.
Surrender to HER rights.
Let her rest.
Let her heal.
Let her BE.

Love Our Mother Earth © November 26, 2016 | Annie Zalezsak
(Inspired by the Pray for Standing Rock worldwide synchronized events, specifically the meditation held at the Pandosy Peace Centre in Kelowna.)


Airport Story

The last time I visited Calgary, my friends (who lived in the far south) wanted to pick me up from the airport (in the north). It was a weekday morning and both of them worked. After a minor debate and delay, the husband was nominated to get me since he didn’t start his shift till midday.

I waited. And waited.

I enjoyed the wait, because I saw people come and go, and I made up stories in my mind about who they were, where they were going, or who they were greeting.

Most of all, I noticed a somewhat unkempt man who had made efforts to be presentable despite a seeming tendency to fray at the edges. He was carrying a small, modest bouquet of typical flowers, the kind that might have been purchased at Safeway.

I loved him.

I wanted to tell him how sweet and wonderful he was, to bring flowers for someone he was meeting at the airport.

But I didn’t.

His nervous eagerness shot out of his darting, seeking eyes, no doubt awaiting a fresh, new beloved. Perhaps it was an internet romance’s first face-to-face meeting. He was not young. He looked like he had already been trampled by a heartbreak or two. But his pacing was like a teenager who had never been kissed. He wasn’t quite sure how it was done, and he was long overdue for the experience.

As I waited… and waited… I saw this bouquet-bearing lover’s forehead start to glisten over with sweat. Repeatedly checking the arrivals updates, his cell phone with no messages, he walked distances down the airport halls and back again. The bouquet was getting increasingly limp, flower heads facing the floor, as his shoulders began to hunch over, sadness setting in.

About an hour after my arrival, I spotted my friend and rushed over to give him a hug. As we gabbed about the traffic and made our way out of the building, I took one more look back.

The man was still there, head drooped, flower stems slipping from his grasp as he stood there, waiting… waiting.

© March 3, 2014 | Annie Zalezsak

Love and Forgiveness

© Ice |

Is there a difference between love and forgiveness?

Many years ago, I knew a girl whose family had shunned her sister. She would never say why. As a teenager, my parents had friends who cut their daughter out of their life. How could any parents do that to their child? I believed there was nothing in family that was beyond forgiveness.

And yet, well into adulthood, I learned that boundaries could get trampled, and a desire to protect myself from further hurt would make me also draw the line, in both family and friendship.

There must be truth to the expression “time heals all wounds”. Inevitably, we’d learn our lessons. Our love for each other would surmount our ego, and ultimately thrive to a new level of understanding, reconnecting us, on some level, until all was forgiven.

I believe that we all want to feel and be connected and reconnected, despite the wounds we perceive ourselves to have received. Whether we return on the basis of an agreement to honour each other’s right to disagree, or whether we legitimately now can actually see the alternate point of view, really doesn’t matter so much. What matters more is respecting each other’s right to be who we are: unique, distinct individuals; and knowing that another’s individuality is not about “me”.

We must learn to not take other people’s opinions personally, or make their actions be about us. Everyone has their own right to freedom: to act, do, say, be as they wish. If this offends me, then let that offense be a lesson to me, about myself, rather than a perceived direct attack on me. Let it teach me some deeply uncovered inner truth as I see it, and not some fault I can blame the other person for. Let me be grateful. Let me thank them. Let me love them for the gift they have unknowingly allowed to surface to me, from within me.

Forgiving another for any perceived unkindness is a gift of love to myself. It creates peace and harmony within, and builds bridges of connection with others. Love and forgiveness may be synonymous; or perhaps true loving kindness makes forgiveness redundant and unnecessary. Love is pure and goes beyond any need or requirement of forgiveness. Love is whole and complete in and of itself.

© October 7, 2013 | Annie Zalezsak