Winter 2023
MWG Editor
January 28, 2023
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SERINA LEWIS ❏ It was the beginning of May, and another school year was over. Only, this one was different-we were not coming back to this school. In fact, we were not coming back to any school in June. We were leaving our school, our friends, our home, our city, and our country. We were moving across the globe to a faraway land. Canada. We had dreamed about this for years and planned each step. Not everything went according to plan, but that’s where adaptability, resilience and perseverance came in handy.
SERINA LEWIS ❏ Celebrate good times, c’mon! Celebration Square! It’s summer and here we gather from all corners of ‘Sauga The lot is full, no empty spots as usual Music beckons, like the Pied Piper’s
The stage is set, performers alive and engaging Smells from street vendors make one salivate a mile away the wind wafts aromas of cuisines from around the world
SERINA LEWIS ❏ Moment to moment | with every breath, | every inhale and exhale, | no longer the same. | A little foetus | inside the womb, | cells multiplying exponentially, | a new human being.
SERINA LEWIS ❏ We planted our garden with a diversity of trees, shrubs, ground cover and grass. It has always been a work in progress, much like my self. My father and the family all put our heads together to plan it. In one corner stands a Mountain Ash that bears feathery white blossoms every spring that turn to bright orange berries which the birds devour later in the summer. There is also a cedar, a red sand cherry and a lilac whose fragrant flowers beckon one closer. A variety of bulbs that blossom each spring bring the delightful yellow daffodils, dark hearted tulips, snowdrops, and scented hyacinths.
SERINA LEWIS ❏ Four seasons, Four elements, Four directions, Four aspects of being. 4 the little children, 4 the spirits who live on, 4 the families who grieve, 4 the Indigenous tribes of Turtle Island.
SERINA LEWIS ❏ Sitting by the campfire and surrounded by an eager audience, with a glass of whiskey cupped in his hands, my dad would regale us with stories of his boyhood days in Goa. Three generations of family and friends welcomed these tales that ranged from school pranks, teenage flirtations, celebrations of high days and holy days and some that were too good to be true. I look back with nostalgia for those days.
SERINA LEWIS ❏ Those teenage years below mango trees there was always something fun to share while warm and gentle was the breeze where are those days when we had no care?
SERINA LEWIS ❏ Who said that Mom would be left on a shelf Teaching and travel, laughter and singing None so brazen and sure of herself She’d spend her days, dancing and swinging
SERINA LEWIS ❏ As a yoga practitioner, I would like to share with you how this way of life has special meaning for me. On the mat, I sit cross-legged before I begin my daily practice and set my intention or sankalpa.