All At Once

by: Rebecca Taylor

Worry wound tight like a clock spring

Uncertainty bellows in the dark like a train’s whistle

Fear hidden under blankets like a frightened child in a thunder storm

Unsaid words linger like static

Pain rises like water in a leaky boat

Tension tight like a rope stretched to its max

Emotional turmoil boils like hot oil in a deep fryer

All felt at once like a lightning bolt striking

Finally a deep breath comes like everlasting relief

Patience walks in the door like a stranger come home.

Connected – The Importance of People

by: Rebecca Taylor

I often find myself commenting on how small the world is. Usually, this comment comes when someone comments on family/friend connections. For example, you might meet someone whose mother was your great aunt’s bridesmaid and upon seeing your name or asking about your parents, it leads you to this connection. Connections run deep.

This same principle may be stated in the world when it comes to people feeling their worth. I believe that each person is important regardless of what job they do. Take this scenario for example – it is Monday morning, you wake up late to realize that you are out of coffee, and you know that you cannot make it through the day without your caffeine fix. You get in your car and go to the closest drive through where you order your preferred blend. You have now dealt with your first person of the day, the employee at your coffee shop. He or she could be anyone – a student, a mother or a previously employed factory worker who took the job to pay the bills. The background of this person doesn’t matter to you; you’re just happy that you now have your coffee and can get to work.  As you sip your coffee at a red light, you realize that the gas light on your car is on. You have to remember to fill the car on your way home tonight. Thank goodness for the station attendant around the corner from your job, because you hate having to pump it yourself. This is another person with what is considered a minimum wage job helping you out in a day.

You arrive at the four star hotel where you are fortunate enough to work in customer service. As you enter the building you are greeted by people leaving – they are the nightshift. These hotel employees keep the enterprise running while you are home asleep. They do a variety of tasks which include checking in or out clients, handling baggage and providing security. Without them, your job could be a lot harder. You look at your watch and head for the elevator, you have a meeting to attend, and it is on the eighth floor. The elevator operator asks you where you would like to go. He ensures a smooth traffic flow throughout the day. Due to your location near a busy city airport, the hotel is always bustling with people.  At your meeting, you listen to several points of view from the different departments including housekeeping, laundry and food services. What each person has to say is important because if there is a problem or concern in any of these areas, it could mean that guests are less satisfied. It is the cleanliness of the rooms and the quality of the food in addition to the friendly service which gives the hotel its good reviews and the hotel relies on these and returning guests.

Your meeting finally ends and you return to your office your mind swirling as you think about what your co-workers had to say. You turn on your computer and get to work. You are interrupted several times by the ringing of the telephone – the people on the other end are from all walks of life – clients with comments on customer service, salespeople confirming your orders of complementary products like pens and candy and a cake decorator who wants to finalize details for a retirement party for a long-time hotel employee. Eventually, the clerk from the mailroom comes in with a stack of correspondence for you. She also checks to make sure you have enough office stationary to complete your notes and letters.

By the end of your day, you’ve talked to so many people, all who have made some sort of impact on your day. Some of the encounters might seem insignificant but if you put everything in perspective, you realize that everyone you meet plays a role in your life. Sometimes, it all makes sense like the fact that someone has to do all the jobs that some people consider menial. The next time you are somewhere and see someone washing a floor or picking up the garbage, I hope you think twice, because can you imagine the state of our infrastructure if we didn’t have these people working for us. Without these people, no one would want to stay in a hotel or shop in a store or do a variety of other activities.

Sometimes, you meet people and you cannot understand why – these can be the people who treat us badly or make us feel bad. Do we really need them in our lives? I bet you wish that you didn’t have to deal with these people, but the truth is all of us will encounter these types of situations at some point in our lives. These people teach us things – but sometimes it is hard to know what – but I think we meet them because we need to learn how to stand up for ourselves, or to learn acceptance, or patience.

The world is full of connections both good and bad ones. It is how you deal with each situation that is presented to you that is important. We should all treat everyone with respect regardless of what job they do, how much money they earn, what colour their skin is or what religion they practice, because we are all connected, we all live on planet Earth and the more we are willing to take the time to be kind, the better we can make our world. It just takes one person at a time to make positive changes.

Christmas Day Poem

-in anticipation of the holiday season.

by Rebecca Taylor

Christmas Day

Harmony on this holiday

Rejoice and be thankful

Ice skates under the Christmas tree

Stockings overflowing

Treasure the moments

Making memories for years to come

Angelic faces smiling captured

Such a magical occasion.

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Rebecca Taylor

Winter Alphabet Poem

By: Rebecca Taylor

A biting wind

Blew over everything

Creating chills

Determined to be seen and felt

Every hand that ventured out was enveloped

For protection against frigid frostbite

Gusts came from all directions

Hovering in the air

Inside homes fires burned to prevent icicles

Just waiting to form from freezing temperatures

Kids were told to stay inside

Learning to play board games instead of in the snow

Mittens were a must to walk to the bus

Necks were covered by scarves to protect against the nippiness

Of the bitter cold

Pots of warm liquid cooked on stoves to warm the body

Quilts covered children and pets

Reading adventure books

Soaking in the words with each turned page

To keep them entertained

Until they could once again slide down hills with their toboggans

Viewing the snowy countryside

Warm in their snowsuits

Xavier joined his grandfather

Young at heart in the yard

Zero snow fell as they built a fort.

Taken away

by: Rebecca Taylor

Much ahead for an average family

Until the door opens to a bar

And a man gets into his automobile

Turns on the ignition and drives down a street

Not realizing that his alcohol consumption

Has made him inept behind the wheel

A crash takes place and life is lost

Waves of fury, grief and sadness grip the people

That knew the one that was taken away

Jail time ensues for the one who caused the accident

His family too feels persecuted by his actions

The lesson to be learned as history keeps repeating itself

Whispers the man in his lonely dark cell

I should have given away my keys

Before they too were taken away

Please learn from me

Before you’re put away

And your future is bleak and grey.


This holiday season please remember to use public transportation, a designated driver or stay over if you are going to drink. Here’s to everyone getting where they’re going safely this holiday season. Please take care. 

Gratitude in Life

by: Rebecca Taylor

The call for submissions to a magazine a while ago gave me the opportunity to reflect on a lot of things in my life – of the people who I have met along the way, of the path I am currently on and the places that it leads. As the administrative assistant at the front desk of a senior’s home I deal with dozens of people in a day – both in person, on the phone and through e-mail. While some encounters may seem insignificant, I’ve learned that even the smallest tasks can have a big impact on the lives of other people – to dispel loneliness, to find someone the information that is going to make their day easier. The simplest thank you can make a big difference and change someone’s day and a smile may be the sunshine in the rain.


We can complain all we want about certain things in our lives, but the truth is that everyone is dealing with something. It is so easy to wallow in “me” but it is the little reminders that pop up all around us that help us see that maybe things are not so bad. We have many choices which we can make – one of which is to accept a situation and move on from it. This is a lot easier said than done sometimes for a lot of reasons – maybe because moving on means that we are leaving some people behind, or that they are leaving us behind. Some friends are only really with us for a certain period of time, we may try to keep in touch and we read each other’s status updates on social media – keeping us in the loop of events in their lives – their weddings, the birth of their children, the deaths of pets and people close to them, but our own lives and kilometres may separate us and we lose touch. With some people, we may be grateful for the time we had with them. With the more difficult people we encounter in our lives – we can either become annoyed or take it in stride as an exercise of patience.


Everyone comes into our lives for a reason, we have to be grateful for the time we have with the amazing ones and if they leave us – because their time had come to take a different path or God calls them home, we have to realize that they didn’t abandon us, but left us with memories to warm our hearts. When we think of these people, and smile, or hear their voices in our dreams, we know that we have been given gifts. Instead of being angry that these people are no longer in our everyday lives, we have to be thankful for the time that we had together. It is often our outlook that can make the biggest difference in our lives. Brian Tracy an American author said, “ Develop an attitude of gratitude, and give thanks for everything that happens to you, knowing that every step forward is a step toward achieving something bigger and better than your current situation.” If we can try to be thankful for the things that happen to us, for the chance to live a life surrounded by kind people or memories of them and beauty which sometimes surprises us in the most amazing ways, we can take on life. Gratitude and positive thinking walk hand in hand helping humans to open doors to amazing possibilities in this journey known as life. News

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