Erin's Journals

Just a thought… You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them. [Maya Angelou]

On this Christmas Eve eve, let me take a moment or two to share with you a few joyful decisions after a terribly hard year.

In addition to taking in the advice and meaning behind those two words “let them” that I shared in last week’s blog, I have continued to shift my perspective.

Rob and I came down to the Palm Springs area on the first of December with a few simple aims: delete Christmas from our hearts’ apps, and enjoy warmer weather away from the stress of a house that’s been on the market for seven (!) months, and the uproar of a condo that’s only half moved-into.

Although the latter concern is still taking up a considerable part of our brains, we also know that our realtor team back in North Saanich is doing its best. The rest – people’s reactions to the house, the market in general and all of those variables – are out of our control. We cross our fingers with each showing and try not to think about it, although continuously moving money around and waiting for that good news keeps the inactivity on the house front in the fore.

We’ve mostly held to our promise to shelve Christmas this year as we adjust to being alone again. But an invitation to dinner on Wednesday from a woman I met last year down here (thanks to my podpal Lisa), has changed the complexion of the holiday a bit. After hemming and hawing for a few days, we decided to join her motley crew of friendly stragglers coming over for meals on our laps and good company. And even Dottie and Livi are invited!

See, we realized that to stay home, watch Netflix and barbecue burgers would be us punishing ourselves. While I’m a huge proponent of doing what’s right for you around any holiday or significant date, this felt like a really great idea for us.

I didn’t bring any Christmassy clothes, so I’ll just wear a flowery sundress. But to my great amazement, when we saw this marked from $70 t0 $40 to $30 (gotta love Kohl’s, even if it IS in US dollars), Rob leaned in to the “what the hell” sentiment that accompanied our accepting the invitation. I even got him to pose in his Elf blazer right there in the store.

Our new year will hopefully continue on this path of once again holding on to what we know in times of uncertainty. Of making choices. Of throwing off the yoke of sadness and donning something stupid and garish just for laughs (or at least letting Rob do it).

Handling grief and depression has to be on one’s own terms (as long as you’re not hurting yourself). The response to this year’s new project Not a Mourning Person grief briefs (videos) on YouTube has given me fuel to keep going. I mean that in two ways: to continue to produce what I hope is meaningful and heartfelt content for those wearing our shoes, and to keep moving forward in my own life.

For a few years, having written Mourning Has Broken: Love, Loss and Reclaiming Joy helped keep the darkest of thoughts at bay because I knew if I just gave up, it would send the worst of messages to those who looked to that book for inspiration.

So I’ll say, as I did at my good-bye breakfast from the radio station eight years ago this month, thank you: You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I quoted the amazing Gladys Knight and the Pips song, and it had the parenthetical and unsaid addition (besides, of course, Rob, Lauren and her baby Colin). Our blessings have been both added to, and subtracted from, in the years since we moved west, but we have never stopped finding ways in which to be grateful.

Again, thank you. And Rob and I wish for you whatever you need these next few days and 2025 to be.

Just a thought… Your happiness is your responsibility. Let them live their lives. [Mel Robbins, The “Let Them” Theory, out Dec. 24, 2024]

Welcome to a new week and thank you SO much for coming by!

A dear friend sent me a link to an interview the other day. When I tell you it changed my whole outlook, not just on my day, but perhaps even on my life as we sit on the cusp of a new year, I’m not kidding. In the interview, Mel Robbins, life coach, radio/podcast host, motivational speaker, lawyer and author, talked about her upcoming (sure-to-be) bestseller: The “Let Them” Theory.

In a nutshell, it’s about letting go of what you think you control. It’s a message we’ve all heard in one way or another, either from the stoics or Viktor Frankl, or even in sermons. But the way she explains this theory just landed really powerfully for me and hopefully will fuel the year that lies ahead. Who knows? Maybe it will for you, too.

Before I post the link here, I have to tell you I’ve had some reservations about sharing it because of the person who’s interviewing her: Oprah. Yes, Oprah has a podcast (because, why not?) and Mel Robbins sits down with her for this meaningful conversation. But I know I’ve had mixed feelings since Oprah left TV almost 14 years ago (what???). Especially in that two of her protégés seemingly went off the rails in the past few years politically. I’m talking about Doctors Oz and Phil.

My concern was amplified by a @threads.net comment I got on Saturday:

I responded that that was totally her prerogative, but that Mel more than stands on her own.

It brings me to a bigger question and one upon which I am looking forward to hearing my Gracefully and Frankly podcast partner Lisa Brandt’s take. Is Oprah Winfrey responsible for the paths taken by two men she elevated to international prominence? It’s one thing to vet people she’s going to have on her show – an army of producers can do that – but who can predict the future? Do they have to sign some kind of NDA, but one that promises they won’t do anything to embarrass the host or diminish her regard in the eye of the public as long as they all shall live?

So many have posted in light of both doctors’ MAGA leanings that they will never forgive Oprah for giving the two their platform. But where does that responsibility end? Are we wrong in blaming her for the actions of two grown men? And is it some kind of thinly-veiled misogyny to do so?

I don’t have the answer, but maybe you do, and can comment after hearing Episode 106 next Thursday. (Yes, we have a new episode coming this week, of course, but decided not to take the week between Christmas and New Year’s off, as response to a little poll I put on my FB page was super enthusiastic that we do. Thus, the Dec. 26 Episode 106.)

I will tell you that one of the comments Mel Robbins made landed solidly with Oprah and me: if they’re going to go after you on social media – LET THEM.

Heck, if Oprah freaking Winfrey is going to lose sleep over what someone who doesn’t know her says about her, then we are all forgiven for caring. That amnesty towards ourselves is summed up in just two words: Let Them!

Now, here’s the link to that interview, which I’ve already watched twice. I look forward to hearing your thoughts and, of course, your feedback once Lisa and I have discussed it. And thank you again for spending some time here.

Just a thought… Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated. [Alphonse de Lamartine, Méditations Poétiques]

Good morning and welcome in. As you may know, if you happen to follow me on Facebook (www.facebook.com/erindavispage) or @threads.net (@erindawndavis) or even Bluesky (@erindavis.bsky.app) you likely know that I have a place where I share videos (“grief briefs” as I call them) about, well, loss.

We’ve covered quite a few different facets of grief, but I have recently done a three-part series (all around two minutes each) about this time of year and how to navigate the holidays when there’s an empty chair at the table, or space in your life, where someone you cherished once made life better.

Last week I posted the first part, and today the second is up at YouTube.com on my channel: therealerindavis.

You can go to it here, and if it resonates, please share it with others you know who may be in this place in their lives. It can even just be a sign that you’re thinking of them and know they’re missing someone terribly especially at this time of year.

There will be a third part and I’ll post it before Christmas. Please subscribe to the YouTube channel (it’s easy to do and you won’t be inundated with messages or requests; it’s also free) and you’ll get the third one as soon as it’s posted publicly. Or keep an eye out on the aforementioned Facebook page.

Thank you. Have a gentle week. We are doing so as we embark on our ninth day here in Southern California in Cathedral City. Not at all as Vatican-esque as it sounds, it’s nestled between Palm Springs and Palm Desert and is, for now, our happy place. We find them where we can. And another of mine is sharing any wisdom I might have about the language of loss, both with those familiar and unfamiliar with it. For as the old saying goes, “Joy shared is multiplied; pain shared is divided.”

Take care, and thank you.

Just a thought… If we were meant to stay in one place, we’d have roots instead of feet. [Rachel Wolchin]

Hello from Cathedral City, California. I thought I’d share with you some notes from the road, as Rob and I arrived safely Saturday at my escape for three months (and his for one month) right here in California. Yes, Dottie and Livi are here with us and travelled beautifully, from riding together in a crate to sleeping peacefully with us on our hotel/motel beds wherever we stayed.

On Wednesday, we were up before the birds to catch a ferry out of downtown Victoria. But that early morning walk afforded me a serene view: a heron all hunched up against the cold winds, watching for his breakfast from atop a pillar.

Getting to the ferry with lots of time to spare paid off (or was it blind luck?) as we managed to be the first off the boat when it arrived in Washington State. I mean, this is as good as it gets!

The dogs were allowed on deck and got plenty of pats and smiles. Dottie shook most of the way but we didn’t dare bring her CBD drops; our friend Nancy was practically strip-searched when she very honestly told Customs upon returning to Canada from Portugal that she had doctor-prescribed pain meds that contained CBD. (Suffice it to say she has fired off letters to no fewer than three levels of bureaucrats to find out just what the dang rules actually ARE. So be careful! Lisa Brandt and I will tell more in an upcoming episode of our Gracefully and Frankly podcast).

Where was I? Oh, yes, Washington State. Our six-hour drive from the ferry dock in Port Angeles to our destination of Salem, Oregon included a one-hour stop to charge the car so that when we arrived exhausted at our hotel we wouldn’t have to spend another who-knows-how-long charging the car. It’s all working out; charging to 80% for that hour cost us $14 USD. (The speed at which you choose to charge is reflected in the cost: higher speed, higher price. One charge on the trip cost us $54 US.)

The dogs rode along calmly in their crate (they like to share one), we listened to all kinds of podcasts from round tables and interviews to historic retellings, and as the sun set, we were afforded a view like this one dramatic one in Oregon.

Thursday’s travels were smooth under blue skies that afforded us incredible views like this of Mount Shasta…

…and the smaller, but closer Shastina.

Traffic was wonderfully light as folks celebrated the Thanksgiving holiday, and although finding a bathroom in the town of Grants Pass (no apostrophe – they dropped it long ago) was a challenge, I lucked into finding a friendly 7/11 cashier who read my desperation and, as I found out in our chat, happened to live in Toronto years before moving to California, then Oregon.

Friday, we departed for our final hotel stay in Lebec, near Redding, California. The day’s drive was much more boring; our longest ride’s highlight was a stop for an outdoor lunch, dogs at our feet, while the car charged. Avoiding shopping malls and Black Friday mayhem, I actually walked into a Target to use the bathroom and bought nothing (applaud here, please. LOL).

I’ve already strained your eyes enough for today, so I’ll sign off. We’ve settled into the older house we’re renting, as we try to figure out the heating system for the pool, for which we’ve purchased a solar blanket to stretch our beleaguered buck, and how to get the house’s EV charger working. The owners had it installed but had never used it, so it’s up to us to figure it out.

Today, Rob and I, along with another couple down here, are going to see Wicked at last. It’s either going to destroy or elate me – or both – but seeing this show that was a family favourite when we were three is something I just can’t wait to do.

Back with you this week with a new Not a Mourning Person and, of course, episode 103 of Gracefully and Frankly. Talk again soon!

Just a thought… Run when you can, walk if you have to, crawl if you must; just never give up. [Dean Karnazes]

Once again, I’m running away…or, as my therapist (and some wise women like my Gracefully and Frankly podcast partner Lisa Brandt) would say, running to.

In two days, Rob, Dottie, Livi and I will be packed up and headed to the ferry from Victoria to Port Angeles, Washington, as we make our way during a leisurely three-and-a-half day drive to the Palm Springs area home we’ve rented in Cathedral City, California.

This trip comes with a lot of preparation, anticipation and even some trepidation. We thought, had the election turned out differently, that we might be driving through some version of January 6 2.0. That isn’t happening, but I’ll make a point of keeping my mouth shut and not wearing my Kamala cat t-shirt and provoking anyone. Not my country.

This is our first trip across the border with the dogs and we’ve got all of their shots/records/government forms filled out so that we’re able to enter the US with our fur babies and no fur flying.

We’ve paid extra for pet- and budget-friendly accommodations (where, in some cases, the pet fees were so exorbitant that we ended up finding other options) and are also going to have to tailor our drives daily to find charging stations for our 100% electric vehicle. Rob’s going to task me with using an app to find stations that are fast-charge and available. Our first day’s drive (and ferry ride) should be done without a charge stop (barring huge traffic jams); I don’t like our chances of finding a charger that’s available on the day before US Thanksgiving. That is, without a few hours’ waiting.

We’ll see. As in all things, we’ll try to be patient, and I’ve downloaded dozens of podcast episodes (mostly about innovations or world history) to keep us company while we travel. The forecast for the trip through Washington State, Oregon and into California looks really good. We’re lucky we weren’t travelling last week when the bomb cyclone and atmospheric river hit Vancouver Island, parts of the BC mainland and the Pacific Northwest of the US.

Rob stays with me until Boxing Day and then flies home for two months of hockey (playing and watching!). With any kind of luck, the sale and final move-out from our house will also happen during that time. How lucky would I be to miss all that?

After our non-Holiday season this year, a few friends (including Lisa) will be coming to visit in 2025. I’m most looking forward to reading, meditating, recording both G&F and new Drift with Erin sleep stories in the Airstream trailer in the house’s yard, and just taking time for me. I’m also hoping to get some new video podcast work underway, now that one of our main projects for the Canadian Real Estate Association is coming to an end after a five-year partnership. I know we can do it; it’s just finding that joyful work that pays.

Running to, and not from. But I’ll be here with you throughout; I’ll share different scenery with you than the usual oceanscapes, and through it all, I’ll thank you for the time you spend with me.

My public Facebook page: @erindavispage

Not a Mourning Person grief briefs on YouTube: therealerindavis

Gracefully and Frankly FB page: @gracefullyandfrankly

Find me on threads.net: @erindawndavis

On bluesky.app: @erindavis