I Can’t Help With This

Poem by Michele Rule and painting by Frithjof Petscheleit

It Was A Difficult Year

Especially at work, 2025 was a roller-coaster of emotions. I went to two conferences to network with new contacts and came home full of enthusiasm, energy and ideas. Unfortunately, several attempts to channel this energy into roles where I could actually use it ended in disappointment, leaving me discouraged.

Then, in the summer, I was told my workload had doubled without regard for the impact on me or those I serve. The decision was also made without discussion or consideration of all factors involved. While I tried to make the best of the new situation, the pressure drove me to the brink of burnout by fall.

It Was A Wonderful Year

2025 brought many wonderful experiences and impressions that I will treasure.

I went to two inspiring conferences in Edmonton and Toronto, connecting with new and old friends.

We went on two great family vacations to Barkerville and Halifax.

The kids are doing well, and our pets are a constant source of joy and entertainment.

My baking adventures took a back seat this fall, but keep providing weekend Zen moments that help mentally and physically.

My art is getting better (or I like it better 😉 ) and I am proud to have a work in the Kelowna Art Gallery Members Exhibit right now.

Through all of the trying and happy times this year, Michele has been my rock and number one supporter.
My struggles at work are hard on her, too. One day, she put her thoughts into words and gifted me this poem:

He’s a grown man 

broad wings of an eagle

carry him through

blue skies and lashing storms

But I hear the pain

of betrayal in his quiet voice

I want to say, “yell it out, scream

across the heavens”

I can’t help with this

anymore than I can stop the raging sea

I catch a falling feather

wrap my arms around his sweat-soaked body

try to calm his heaving breath with my own

measured and tempoed

to the patter of the rain



Michele Rule

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