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Wabi WomenBy Leigh MorrowAnew wave of midlife women is cresting globally, andsoon will comprise half of Canada's femalepopulation. In the next ten years, 11 millionCanadian women will be in midlife and beyond.The same shift is happening in the rest of NorthAmerica, Asia, and Europe. Never before in history has theplanet seen so many midlife women. Women have a newopportunity to be radical game-changers in the second half oftheir lives.Leigh Morrow and Crystal Buchan, Vancouver-based coauthors of Just Push Play- On Midlife, an interactive lifemapping program for midlife women, have created WabiWomen Radio. The title comes from the Japanese concept ofWabi-sabi, an aesthetic of imperfection and transience (seeLeigh's article “Wabi-sabi: The Art in Everyday Life” in theOctober 2016 issue of The Eye.)Wabi Women Radio can be live-streamed on Mondays at 2:00PM CST (it's on at noon PST in Vancouver) by going to CFRO(100.5 FM); you'll need to choose 128Kbps stream—if you haveany trouble, look at www.coopradio.org/content/listen. Youcan also listen to the podcast at the Just Push Play website(www.jppMidlife.com).We did not follow our mothers’ rules for dating, marriage ormotherhood, and we are not content to follow the outdatedprescribed path of declining contribution, respect, health andvalue. Together with our female listeners, Wabi Women Radiois mapping a new midlife and beyond, as we seek a longer,healthier, happier, playful and purposeful third chapter of life.I hope you can listen from your hammock!Hidden GemsOn my father’s desk, taped to the back of one of those large flatold-fashioned calendar holders, with faux leather on the sidesand the monthly calendar pages long gone, was a square pieceof paper. I only found it when decommissioning the familyhome last month. I was tossing out the hundreds of boxes,envelopes and files, and when I finally got down to the desk top,the calendar holder was of no future use and I tossed it into therecycling box but it landed upside down.That's when I saw the hidden gem. The tape holding it in placewas yellowed and cracked and I had to gingerly remove it forfear of ripping it. Typed and highlighted it says:Be Impeccable with your wordDon't take anything personallyDon't make assumptionsAlways do my bestThese words were the sentiments my departed Dad tried to liveby. Typed years ago, and purposely saved, but out of sight, itwas miraculous I even spied it. I love its physical imperfectionsjuxtaposed on the message of attaining perfection. As a Wabiwoman, this piece of paper is more special than any other item,left from an entire four bedroom home that housed our familyhistory. I found it after days of emotionally draining work, andit left me filled again with the same gratitude anddetermination that my Dad gave life. It helped me persevereand finish the difficult job. It was a hidden gem.Hidden gems arrive, sometimes with perfect timing and oftenquite unexpectedly. Sometimes, they appear when you arelooking for or expecting one thing, and something entirelydifferent arrives. Some are big, bright, and can't be missed,while others are shrouded, concealed, and the true meaning orsignificance, will not be recognized or understood for manyyears. Hidden gems are more often seen by Wabi Women.Wabi washing, a phrase we coined and something we havetalked about in many of our radio episodes, helps the shiftoccur, so those gems can be discovered. Wabi washing helps usnavigate through midlife and beyond, and if you are curious,head over to the Just Push Play website to find out the threesimple questions wabi washing asks. Hidden gems are oftencamouflaged and I see that now, reflecting on past losses, likethe death of our premature twin girls some twenty years ago.The hidden gem from that painful experience is to see thefragility of life and the immense privilege of parenthood. It is aperspective from the other side.If you have found some hidden gems along your road thus far,you are already synchronized to find more. Wabi Women findmore hidden gems than others, simply because they know thesecret to attract them. As Wabi Women we do not fall victim tosociety's antiquated model of older women as frail, isolated anddeclining. We see ourselves as strong, purposeful and evolvingwisdom keepers. We are open and receptive, so hidden gemsarrive. In fact, we expect them. We watch for them, intuitivelysensing they are near. We also take care to interpret themessages these gems deliver. Hidden gems, well, keep lifeinteresting. They keep us young, and rejuvenated.They give us hope. They often give us wonder. Hidden gems canheal. I think, as I write this, they are tiny pure nodes of light.They are both beautiful and imperfect, exposing new insight inunfamiliar and unexpected ways. Crystal and I are secretlyplanting hidden gems, seeded by us for others to find in duecourse. Our first book may just be that. We scatter hiddengems, so our daughters, and their daughters, will one daydiscover them. Now in this chapter of life, I tend to look hard forthe hidden gems left for me, as I believe they truly holdsignificance.Perhaps, someone else seeded them, years ago, for us todiscover now, like the note my Dad left for me to find. At thisjuncture in our life, hidden gems often help connect the dots,like a missing piece of the puzzle, as we attempt to weather thestorms, or take the fork in the road. Sometimes they areplayful, meant to be discovered and garner a smile or an "ahha”. Like pulling the drapes, and suddenly seeing a doublerainbow, over the lake after a summer thunderstorm. Whenyou look back, a second later, it's gone. It was there just for youto see for that moment, and then it's over. Impermanence.Or in between the bills and junk mail, a lovely handwritten,unexpected post card arrives from my best friend. I take themoment to appreciate how our friendship has changed andmatured, taken on autumn colours and contrasts, as we havegrown older, together. Our friendship will never be finished, orever perfect, and it is in that wabi sabi-ness I find comfort.Another hidden gem.Hidden gems, we think, are sprinkled like clues on a giant lifesized treasure map. Big or small, they provide excitement inour new midlife path of possibilities. What hidden gems todaywill be unearthed for you to treasure, hold dear, findsignificance in, prize, cherish or just smile at their arrival?Let us know!Leigh Morrow is a Vancouver writer who also works andplays at Casa Mihale in San Agustinillo, Mexicowww.gosanagustinillo.comThe Eye 7

CreaturesBy Margarita MeyendorffEvery year, in January, my husbandMiky and I look forward to theabundant events and adventuresthat inevitably happen during ourfive-week stay in southern Mexico.We love Mexico.The plants and theenvironment are exquisite and pleasing to theeye. The animal and the insect world, alsobeautiful, is more challenging to get used to,particularly for wimps like me.Usually, it's the middle of the night, when thecat howling begins behind the stone wall, in thesteep street adjacent to our little casita in SanAgustinillo. The strays are looking for Cleo,the red-striped cat who often sleeps at my feet.In an instant, Cleo jumps off the bed and joinsthe cat crew on the balcony. The rendez-vouzescalates into an unbearable cat screechsession. The howling gets me out of bed and Ichase the various felines off the balcony backinto the dark street. We are also visited by the odd raccoon orskunk that we mistake for a stray cat. Raccoons and skunksneed to be chased away quickly before they eat all our growingvegetables. As soon as I put my head on my pillow, themorning rooster squawking begins. These are some of thenightly adventures that take about a week to get used to.One night, I woke up to crunching noises in our little casita. Iwoke my husband, who sleeps through everything—even asmall 4.1 earthquake that shook the casita a few nights ago—and I told him about the sounds. He turned on the light andthere was Cleo, our docile, innocent, little cat, sitting at the endof our bed munching on a small iguana she had dragged in.“The crunching tiger,” Miky called her as he got up to get thebroom. I was horrified as Miky swept Cleo and the dead iguanaout of our room, onto the balcony and down the steps. Alltraces gone. Or so we thought. The next morning, en route tothe beach, we passed our little swimming pool, and there laythe poor iguana, half-eaten, floating in the water.And of course, there is the assortment of insects that push mynervous system to the edge, like Mexican cockroaches, whichare large and unspeakably ugly. My 81-year old landlady stepson them with her shoes. The roaches are bigger than hershoes. If I happen to be near one I shout for Miky, my hero, toget the broom.There are many mosquitos, yes, but I can live with them,especially with a dose of citronella before bed. Miky wrapshimself up in his sheets and looks like an Egyptian mummyevery night. Inevitably, there is blood dotted here and there onthe sheets the next morning - we never feel the sting.Reading at night with one lamp on and all the windows opencreates a large influx of a variety of insects. I was so engrossedin my book one evening that I did not notice the grasshopperinvasion that had occurred all around me. There were about adozen grasshoppers on the walls ranging in size from one inchto two inches. Each one was caught and gently put back intothe bushes in front of our balcony. Lights out - reading over.The Eye 8One evening, Miky and I went to our neighbor'sB&B to watch the Australian Tennis Open ontelevision. Paulina has the only television in townwith the Canadian sports channel and a smallcrowd of tennis fans gathered to watch. Thematches were well on their way when there came ablood curdling scream from the couch area and Iwatched as three grown people stood up on thecouch. I followed suit and stood up on my chair,knowing that whatever it had been must be on thefloor. And there it was in full glory—a scorpion.It was crawling happily on the floor while sixgrown-ups stood on the furniture in a panic. Eventhough I am a wimp when it comes to creepycrawly things, I never kill them. Unfortunately,this poor scorpion saw its end under the sole of ashoe and was then flushed down the toilet. Not avery dignified ending to an imposing, albeit scarylooking, creature.There are all sorts of creatures on the beach. There are fish andsome turtles—usually dead after being trapped in afisherman's net. There are crabs running in and out of theirsand holes and lizards lazily sunning themselves on rocks.There are many birds such as pelicans, egrets, seagulls andvultures. The vultures voluntarily clean the beaches of all deadcreatures. If we are lucky and the time is right, we see babyturtles rushing for safety to the ocean.

Fishermen return from their hunt with sharp knives in theirhands and cut up their catch right on the beach. They workrapidly to keep the fish fresh for restaurants or for the freezer.If the fishermen have enough, we buy a kilo of fish and bring ithome for supper.Dogs. I love dogs. There are many of them in Mexico. There areall sorts of varieties, sizes and colors. Most of them belong tosomeone because they have collars. Some of them are tied up,and some are not and walk freely. Most dogs are friendly andtag along with us when we walk on the beach. I have neverbeen afraid of dogs until this past January when I was bitten.This one particular morning, Miky and I saw two nondescript,short-haired tan-looking dogs on our path to the beach. Theywere chasing the chickens, the roosters and anything else thatmoved. They had no collars and it seemed as if these two hadescaped from somewhere and were enjoying beingmischievous, unruly and naughty.Happy dogs. We didn't pay much attention to them.An hour later I found myself walking home alone on the samepath. I was almost home when the same two dogs jumped outof a neighbor's yard and attacked me. I screamed and yelledand waved my arms, but to no avail. The two of them wereegging each other on and they were determined to torment me.I was just another moving target for them—a tall chicken withskinny legs and flip flops for chicken feet. A neighbor heard thescreaming and came running out but not before one of the dogsmanaged to stick a tooth into my knee and leave a gash with hisclaws. I was shaken. Never had anything like this happenedto me before.Sport Fishing, Bay Tours, Sunset Cruises, Special OccasionsDolphins, Whales, TurtlesMissy Yacht at Fortuna Charters SA de CV, Marina ChahueUSA 541- 678-5574 Mexico 958-130-8540Whatsapp or voice message rters.comFB Missy Yacht at Fortuna ChartersOur landlady took a photo of my knee and the image went viralin the San Agustinillo community Facebook page to warnothers about these dogs. Had it been a smaller person, or achild perhaps, this incident could have been worse. I put alittle hydrogen peroxide on the surface of my wound— it wasnot deep, and not much more was said about the dog bite, untilI got back home to New York.I was encouraged by my friends to get a rabies shot. So I did.Living side by side with the various creatures is a way of life inMexico - a way of life that teaches me to overcome and acceptmy fears so that I can ultimately enjoy this unique andmagnificent environment. Next year, I will return to SanAgustinillo and I look forward to new and exciting adventures.

What We Think of When We Hear the Word Ice in MexicoBy Carole Reedy“Is it safe?” is the first thought that pops to mind when I hearthe word ice, because every person who has visited me inMexico over the past 21 years has asked that question. In1997 I would have advised them to avoid it at all costs. Today Isay that in most restaurants and bars ice is perfectly safe. Justlook to be sure it's in the form of the quadrangular cubes thatcome from large commercial bags. Ice from street vendors isprobably not safe. Stick to bottled water for drinking.Ices, or slurpies, have joined ice creamas a favorite refreshing treat on a hot day.Ices come in all flavors and, especially inMexico, you can try unusual ones likechile and tamarind. The same precautionfor ice cubes applies to ices. Avoid buyingthem from street vendors even when therelentless Mexican sun tempts you. Bestto look for a specialty store or tienda and avoid Montezuma'srevenge.Ice skating evokes a memory frommy childhood growing up on theSouth Side of Chicago, ice skating atthe public park in my neighborhood.No fancy ice rink.Just waterscattered over a grassy area and leftto freeze in sub-zero temperatures.The day always ended with hotchocolate and cookies.These days ice skating conjures up anticipation for theChristmas holidays in Mexico City's zocalo, with a classy icerink in its center, hugged by the grand buildings surroundingit: the cathedral built by the Spaniards, the National Palaceand the nearby Templo Mayor, home of the Aztecs before beingdestroyed by the conquistadors, but rediscovered in 1978when electrical workers found relics while digging.From the beginning of December until January 7, chilangosand visitors alike enjoy the grand ice rink at no cost. Mostskaters are beginners, clinging to the bannisters that surroundthe rink, while the few experienced skaters dance gracefully inthe center. Other snow and ice activities pepper the zocalothroughout the December holiday, although the temperaturenever dips below or even close to freezing. It's a wonderful wayto enjoy winter activities without the wind and cold of thenorthern regions. A bit of advice: it is practically impossible todo business in Mexico at this time until after January 6. Justenjoy the activities, concerts, exhibitions, and music.The Eye is a monthly all-English magazinethat is distributed throughout the state ofOaxaca. It can be found for FREE at hotels,restaurants and community hot spots.Should you wish to receive copies, advertise orsubmit some writing or photography pleasesend us an email.This magazine is made possible by theadvertisers so please thank them when youuse their services.The Eye 10Icebergs are a natural progressionwhen thinking about ice. Certainlyfor most of us, icebergs aren'tsomething we see regularly, butthe iceberg is a dauntingphenomenon. One of my vividchildhood memories is the 1958movie “A Night to Remember,” a tale of the Titanic, the ship thatwould never sink, that ends with the men on board singing“Nearer My God to Thee” as the ship glides and sinks head-firstinto the sea. The ship had provided only half the number oflifeboats needed for the passengers aboard. This was my firstexposure to icebergs. Younger moviegoers will remember the1997 version of the story starring Leonardo DiCaprio and KateWinslet. Icebergs are back in the news due to climate changeand the melting of Earth's icecaps.Ice as a threat. For many world citizens, ice is the bane of theirexistence during winter months. Ice covers streets, sidewalks,gardens, and parks, making walking and driving a nightmare.Here in Mexico City we are spared that. Foreign news stationsoften report snow and ice in Mexico, but that occurs only in thenorth, especially in Chihuahua, and on the mountains. Theside-by-side volcanoes Popocatepetl and Iztaccihuatl in Pueblaform a picture postcard when seen from Mexico City, snowoften capping their peaks.A thousand-word article can cover just the tip of the iceberg onthe topic of ice. Better to read the scientific experts andespecially the novelists and historians who so majesticallyrelate the human side of any subject. Two novels by BerylBainbridge tell stories about Robert Falcon Scott's expeditionto the South Pole and of the sinking of the Titanic.The Birthday Boys. Five participants, each with his ownchapter, tell the story of the ill-fated polar expedition as theyexperienced it. If you're looking for the technical aspects of thevoyage and sea, this is not the book to read. Bainbridge, asalways, homes in on the complex feelings and emotions of themen and the issues of class on that final polar trek.Onereader tells us, “It is some of the most powerful prose I've readanywhere. Short, but intense, rather like the lives of some ofthe men depicted.”Every Man for Himself. This is Bainbridge's version of theTitanic's voyage, which was shortlisted for the Booker Prizeand won a Whitbread Book Award (now the Costa BookAwards) in 1996. “Bainbridge's ability to distill, and almostdisguise, major ideas in brisk and seamless prose allows her totell the story of the Titanic in fewer than two hundred pages.”Once again, class comes to the forefront as Bainbridge takes usinto the world of the first-class passengers. The New YorkTimes wrote, “It is difficult to imagine a more engrossingaccount of the famous shipwreck than this one.”A final note on ice. Say the word“ice” to most Mexicans today andmost will recognize it as theacronym for US Immigration andCustoms Enforcement, the agencyremoving Mexicans from the US.

15 Animal Sounds in SpanishINVIERTE E IMPULSATU NEGOCIO!Anunciate con nosotros!TheEyeHuatulco@gmail.comCel.: 958 100 7339By Julie Etraadapted from sh/.1. Bees — bzzzzThe verb zumbar describes bees buzzing; zumbar alsomeans to hit, slap. Julie zumpa a la abeja zumbante. Julieswats the buzzing bee.2. Dogs — guauladrar — to bark; when talking about humans, to makenoises without follow-through, to bluster3. Ducks — cuac cuacThe verb used to describe a quacking is graznar.4. Birds — píoA pío (“PEE-oh”) is a tweet or chirp.5. Roosters — quiquiriquí, kikirikíThe verb in Spanish is cacarear, and when you hear it usedwith a human as the subject it means to boast aboutsomething.6. Owls — uu uuOwls hoot using the verb ulular. The wind, in Spanish,doesn't howl—it also hoots: El viento er7. Cats — miauCats can maullar (to meow), bufar (to hiss;), ronronear (topurr) and marramizar (to howl, caterwaul).8. Cows — muIn Spanish cows can mugir (to moo), remudiar (to moo backand forth between calf and cow) and bramar (to mooloudly/angrily). In English, they just moo. ApparentlySpanish speaking cows are more intelligent and have betterlanguage skills.9. Wolves — aúúúThe verb in Spanish is aullar (to howl) and also, as inEnglish, una persona aulla de dolor (a person howls in pain).Otilar and guarrear are additional verb options for wolfhowls.10. Donkeys — iii-ahhIn Spanish, donkeys bray using the verb and rebuznar. Italso means to loudly insult or complain, usually for no goodreason.11. Doves — cu-curru-cu-cú, cucurrucucúCheck out Caetano Veloso’s version of the song “CucurrucucúPaloma” athttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v eFh5wHUATFc.12. Monkeys — i-i-iMonkeys screech in Spanish. The verb is chillar. It is alsovery common in describing human shouting, shrieking andyelling.13. Turkeys — gluglúAs with English, Spanish has a ridiculous-sounding verb forthis ridiculous animal's ridiculous noises: gluglutear (togobble).14. Sheep, goats — bee, meeThe verb balar describes the bleating of sheep and goats.15. Pigs — oinc-oincPigs grunt or oink in Spanish, as described by the verbgruñir, , which also means to complain, mutter and whine.The Eye 11

The Great Pacific Garbage PatchBy Kary VanniceNo doubt you'veheard of themassive islandof trash that'floats' as atestament to modern man'sincredible propensity forunnecessary waste - TheGreat Pacific GarbagePatch.Basically, it's a floatingmass of mostly plasticdebris that is suspended inan area of the Pacific Oceanwhere currents, bothoceanic and wind, convergeinto a whirling washingmachine of waste. Somereports say it's the size ofTexas, but any honestscientist will tell you that,frankly, they have no ideahow big it is.Located roughly between135 W to 155 W and 35 Nand 42 N in the NorthPacific Ocean, it's hard toquantify just how muchgarbage is currentlyfloating in the “patch.”While it's not hard to findimpressive video footage ofboats floating throughliteral islands of garbage,for the most part, theplastics that make up themajority of the mass are quite small. Scientists know that thebulk of waste in suspension is below the surface and not easilyseen by the naked eye. What's floating on the surface is onlyabout 5% of what's really out there, according to OceanConservancy. The other 95% is beneat

takes a lot more strength to push a naturally floating object down through water. This resistance makes the noodle just as . A more challenging exercise is to stand on the noodle with both feet in the middle of the noodle and the noodle at the bottom of . I hope you can listen from your hammoc