It is snowing, snowing, snowing in the greater Toronto area, that is news. It’s predicted to last overnight, and I ventured out in it as I remain committed to my dog’s daily routine. The world is softer in a blanket of white, sounds are muted and there is a sacred feel as the flakes fall steadily down.

I am reflective as I consider the past few weeks. The home I have spent over four decades in is sold, and my search for a new home continues with friends’ advice and my pragmatic list of needs versus wants. Other thoughts: 2025 is my first year as a non-practicing nurse, and the title I have held for 40 years is no longer mine. Then, I consider the loss of a colleague to a dire health condition and the lifting of spirits as experienced at her visitation. Nurses were crying, laughing, and stoic, all were in attendance to honour a fallen colleague. It was nice to reconnect briefly with the staff I had met and share a story of what has been and what may be…

The colleague had spent two decades at the hospital system, where she was stellar in patient flow and somehow supported the staff as well as met the corporate needs of the patients and families. We shared the issues faced and floated solutions that hinted at common sense—a rare trait we agreed upon. Debriefing on emotional situations in a safe environment is a necessary skill for nurses to thrive. When you carry a formal leadership title, finding someone to debrief with who gets what you’re feeling at that moment is a gift. So the reflections pile up much like the snow outside my window; some ache and some resonate; my dog just checked on me. I am blessed, Namaste.

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Paula M

Retired Registered Nurse (Non-practicing) Storyteller, Healer, Scribe, Transformational Leader