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Dec.11

No, not my birthday, but I am sure it must be somebody’s birthday, somewhere.  With my husband’s surgery fast approaching, I am finding that playing in my studio is a distraction that I find “restful”   In the truck I have been listening to a story about King Henry the VIII’s last wife, Catherine Parr, and the court life she led.  Interesting enough I guess, but I have decided I can do without the court drama.

The radio is either Holiday music, or if it is talk radio… the news, happenings of the day, budgets, politics and again, not what I call ambient for a soothing companion while I travel around doing last-minute errands.

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On Sunday, the church was all festive with a decorated Holiday tree, even had lights. That was a nice surprise, I realized that each year, my husband has put up coloured lights on the garage, of  course, this year, that hasn’t been done.  Seeing the lights, reminded me that yes, it is the holiday season… but… for us… we will miss it all, it will be a quiet and hopefully healing one.

The Tree 5.20.17Snow is in the forecast, starting early evening, and, on into the night and most of tomorrow.  For everyone wanting a white Christmas, looks like you just might get your wish.

May the joy of the holidays fill your homes with glad tidings.  The merriment of shared laughter and tender moments be the ingredients of your days, and peace and serenity the balm of your nights.

Oyashikiri

 

art work and photos- mine

PL Church

Dec.5.17 Olinda

Good morning everyone.  Tuesday, Dec. 5, and it is a mild day with rain.  I heard that the mild weather will stick around for a couple more days.  Somewhere I saw a big sun in one of the forecasts showing on most of the days of this week.

To me,  our  church here in Ottawa is beautiful.  Clean lines, no clutter, you could be walking into a clinic, it seems so bare compared to the buildings I am entering especially at this time of year.  As I walked towards the front of the church to pray, I caught a glimpse of colour.  I paused to looked over.. WOW simplicity making  a statement.  Whether it was just the time of day, sun streaming in from the large windows but the play of light and shadows was such, that I rushed to get my phone.

A minister’s wife is someone in the PL ministry that supports and works with the minister at maintaining and providing a “home” for its members.  This current minister’s wife is very quiet, speaks little English and never misses the opportunity to give you a warm welcome when she sees you.  She is also creative and talented, there are little touches everywhere that turn up like the arrangement above, when you least expect it to.  These little offerings are not only “a breath of fresh air” they brighten a day, and for this we really appreciate her silent gifts.

Her understanding of how to help a worn out or troubled “soul” whether with a cup  of coffee, in my case, unlike everyone I only drink iced coffee, black.  Yet, like magic a cold glass of ice with coffee will appear where I am working/sitting. It is humbling to experience such generosity of SELF.  Over the time I have known her, I appreciate her goodness more and more.  Could I be so selfless, so caring, to live every day for the good of others, in a country where the language is so different, never mind customs and cultural differences.

She makes me realize what I know, but don’t always practice, that “actions speak louder than words”  In PL, it is said.. “Church is a spiritual home away from home” and a “place to find your Inner-Self”.  I was at the church to  pray and to ask for help in the coming days.  I came away with such a wonderful feeling of “happiness”  yes the praying was good, but the flowers touched me..  the knowing and recognition of what a blessing she is…Today is about saying thank you to a beautiful lady.

Dec.5.17 Olinda x

Without saying a word, this arrangement, spoke volumes.

Oyashikiri

PL Precept # 21 Live ink Perfect Liberty

 

 

 

 

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McDonalds 5.31.17I have stopped listening to the audio recording of Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosserr I simply could not listen to another CD.  Not because it was awful, the truth is, it is an interesting and well researched book/CD. “Part investigative journalism, part social criticism,” it was a New York Times bestseller and has been critically acclaimed.

On the back cover, it says ” a fine piece of muckraking, alarming without being alarmist”..  my sensibilities just couldn’t take anymore.. I got up to CD 5 and couldn’t listen to anymore.  “the dark side of the all American meal”  The laws in Canada are not the same as the USA, never-the-less…   There is a lot of common sense, and ah ha  moments. If you are not aware of this book, or this author,  then if you are  interested in something different.. please check it out.  I got mine at the public library, I thought it was something else, I really didn’t peruse it… I just thought it was a quick and easy…. NOT!

The news these days has been so repetitive, bleak and often shake your head, sad.. that I thought it would be a change.. NOT!

Time to find a feel good holiday movie to watch, or simply listen to music, if I thought I could go to sleep, wake up and the world would be different… nah.. that is wishful thinking…

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Time to find a quiet world, where the air is clear, thoughts are able to chill, and time for a while, floats in a happy space.

Oyashikiri

 

2nd pic, SL Second Life

audio by Rick Adamson (excellent)

 

chop suey Sunday 26th

Today, was a day of errands.  After church I was busy gathering ingredients for a soup, and then to a craft supply place that still had their special sale on.  With the holidays around the corner, I have once again, begun to work at my “work table.” I want to finish cards that I have promised for a few “retail” outlets, and want to make a few personal greetings that need to be posted soon.

To accomplish this, I wander and look at everything that I discover along my path, one never knows when an idea or a creative moment will present itself.  Funny I go into a shop looking for a very specific item or theme, and come out with way more than I had anticipated.  Anyone else, know this curious “happening” it is as if an elf is putting things in our basket when we aren’t looking.  When we do see it, we realize that ..”wow! that is a great ^whatever^ guess I will keep it.”

Fortunately, more often than naught, these are the items that will be the first to be consumed or used in the creative process.

If you are someone who delights in homemade soup… then you are likely familiar with the above utensils… maybe not these, but a strainer of some kind.

I start my soups with bones, for me the most delightful of tastes is the meat that is closest to the bone. Exquisite flavour can be obtained by combining the oddest ingredients, then after hours of slow simmer, straining the broth, only returning to the liquid ambrosia, the jewels you want to feature.  Sometimes they have absolutely nothing to do with the making of the broth.  But their taste, harmonized perfectly to offer up a feast not only for the eyes, but for your taste buds … not to mention the aromatic teasing of your senses

All this to say… I’ ve got a soup on the back burner, and I steamed my veggies to put on my rice, in a Pad Thai sauce.  Hmmm must be time for me to eat.

Hope you all had a great week-end.  Tomorrow we start a brand new week! Soon a new month will appear too…  YAY!!!!

Make every moment count, and enjoy all that life has to offer.. The more you succeed, the merrier life will be.

Oyashikiri

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Today is a new day.  Yesterday was the past.  Once I live today, I will have crossed another time zone.

and  yes………. bus pass is still missing..

some days, just happen.

Smile on everyone! race the sun, it can be fun.

Oyashikiri

 

Monday – reflection

 

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I came home from church yesterday to find out that Keeper had gone missing.  She had slipped out the door before my husband could close it. He tried to follow her, but in his weakened condition, she proved to be more determined then he, and for his efforts he landed on the curb while she ran merrily on her way.  Of course, new to the area, she got lost.

As fate would have it, I had gone out without my cell.  He had no way to reach me, I was doing errands on my way back  home.  In brief, I was devastated, crushed beyond measure, every death in the last year, every parting that have visited my life this year, came crashing down on me.  The damn opened and I have never in my life known such emotional ripping apart of my “soul”  I cried, screamed, wailed, I scared myself.  Never in my life have I had such immediate pain and felt so ripped apart.

All I could think of was NOTHING, the grieving in my total being had taken over and all I could do was allow the emotions to express themselves.  Prayer, Pray Pray, Pray… in the  quiet spaces before the wailing began again & again, I called the church, the Humane Society, the Police…. my common sense prevailed, I did not use 911.. but called their main number.  my voice cracked I could barely speak my vocal chords were in shock, I’m sure.

Keeper is home.  Someone called animal control, they came brought her back to the shelter, checked her microchip, called the breeders*, who like knights in shining armour from days of old, jumped into their car and did their best not to speed into the city.  They  got the call at 3:15 or so,  the shelter closed at 4 pm.

It was a harrowing day, Keeper and I were in bed very early,  we slept till this morning, glued together in relief.  Poor Velcro, didn’t know what was happening around him, he is such a patient, and caring soul. The dogs commiserated happily when they met up.  Big brother was welcoming to his delinquent sister, he didn’t scold for the anxiety she unwittingly caused, in all four of her humans.

I don’t know why it was deemed necessary that I experience such a torrent of emotions, but… it did certainly allow for an emptying of any and all emotions I may have been holding back.  Life IS.

I am so grateful and thankful for the kindness of the strangers, that due to their caring  and good intentions, made the choices that brought Keeper home.

PL Precept #18  Each moment is a Turning Point

Oyashikiri

 

*Hounds of Freckashpeng

 

Are you Ready

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Yes, the time has come, I’ve put if off, but now need to focus on getting a few more cards done. We had such a gorgeous fall, that I simply couldn’t get into the ho ho ho mood.  Now, whether I want to or not, I know that I must meet my deadlines.

After all, people want to prepare, and if cards are being sent abroad, even out of country i.e. the  States, there are deadlines for the items you send to get there on time.

I was taken aback the other day, I sent my sister a  handmade card, she is in California, Canadian postage to the States is $1.20 for a single card of standard size.  I thought that was what I was sending, however, there is a rule, that the card must pass though a certain size of slot to go at that price, and if it doesn’t the price more than doubles.  What a whopping surprise that was.

Now I understood why customers look for cards that are not built out, or designed in a way that they impeded machine sorting at the postal service.  Explains why card companies have resorted to thinner card stock… not always producing a quality (in my opinion) product.

For the creative person who makes their own cards, we are faced with a poorer quality of card stock being offered.  Didn’t understand at first why the better card stocks were being reduced in price in some merchandise outlets.  Now the light bulb goes on, because the consumer is wanting to build a lighter card, so that their clients will want the cards, because they will cost less in postage.

Wow is the postal system the “scrooge” machines don’t have warm fuzzy feelings, they just mechanically move the product along.  It rips, it tears so what, unless a human catches it……..end result you receive a really battered product.

Hmmmmm….fright nite b

It is Friday, you bet! Holler and Shout, jump and Pounce, Saturday is on it’s way.

 

 

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