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Rocks

I have a soft spot for rocks. There is something about a rock that seems to be so attractive and mysterious at the same time. I have never come across a rock that I have not enjoyed meeting. They come in all shapes and sizes, for sure some are more valuable than others.. depending on their composition… For me.. they are story tellers. Each one has its very own unique story line. This group with the water as a backdrop appealed to me, I studied it for some time. There was a seating area near by…

is this not inviting?

I dared not sit .. I wanted to badly, but I was not dressed for the brisk freshness of the early morning. It will be my “destination” on another day. the above rocks are just off to the left of this wonderful chair. I picture myself there on one of our famous “indian summer” days lazily allowing the day to wash over me.

Treat today as if it your first time around. Just because you succeeded in the past ti doesn’t guarantee that things will go as smoothly this time around. Every day, each moment, there is a new challenge to face.

Perfect Liberty 2011.7

I will get to see the rocks in a different light, I will be curious to see if the same images appear. Enjoy the coming week… Sleep sweet dreams this evening, and if it is morning when you read this.. have a stunning day!

Oyashikiri

postscript moment

While out driving yesterday, I did miles and miles of back roads. Went thru, small little villages (what is left of them) and a lot of farm land. It wasn’t till late last night that it dawned on me what had been surreal about my morning drive. I saw lots of pretty countryside. The area I was in, was rich in agriculture, so lots of barns, big silos, and other buildings one sees on a farm these days.

Manicured and trimmed lawns and hedges.. Farm houses were all modern or newly painted, everything was picture perfect. Here is the BUT… it was all sterile. No animals, no people out working the fields, no children playing, no pets in the yard.. Zip.

One of the joys of motorcycle touring, is the fresh air, and the wonderful smells of the countryside as you rode over hills and down into the valleys. You could smell the farms, hear and see the animals in the fields and yards. It was a beautiful day, I passed many many touring groups.. all on their touring bikes, dressed up in the gear worn today.. with head sets to communicate back and forth and / or listen to music. Bah Humbug!!

I guess I will have to drive further afield.. even then, is there such a thing as a barnyard with livestock these days? Do children still play outdoors? I tell you honestly, no clothing on the line, not even people sitting on those wonderful wrap around porches. We are talking Saturday mid to late morning and early afternoon.

end of post script.

quiet moment

it was quiet………….. too quiet…………… in the stillness, I could actually feel that time stood still.. it was brief, maybe a second or two… just enough for me to catch a glimpse of the thought that had been stilled.

the early morning light is getting stronger ……….. I spy the bike and wonder how long its been there ………….. was it just forgotten………. will its rider return some day ………… or is this just another way …………. of leaving a thought unspoken ……………

We do that in life, we start a sentence…………… and then ……for what-ever reason…………. we leave the thought unfinished. More often than not, we don’t even recognize or are aware that we left a “thought/moment” unfinished.

In the quiet………..new ideas germinate ……….. if we interact proactively with the every changing “world” around us ……….. it is good to live with a flexible mind… today’s mantra… “go with the flow”……………… let the quiet moment…….. spawn new growth ……….to enhance your NOW.

Good or Bad, it is your mirror…. sincere expressions invite good results, but insincere expressions can lead to unexpected trouble.

Perfect Liberty 2020.24

Oyashikiri

photos Nick

31st. musing

poignant emptiness

I woke to find you gone, the dim light from the early morning dawn was peaking through the freshly washed curtains…

The sun would be up soon, shining brightly on the brand new day…. the colours of the day, the outdoor activities will begin, there will be a a cache of memories to bolster my spirits ….

your footsteps, the timber of your voice, they are not here … last night when the thunder rolled through the skies…. I reached over to feel your strength, I listened for your heart beat….

a lone tear slid silently from my eyes, shutting them, does not hold back the moment of utter grief that can overwhelm and fill me with a total sense of loss…

I will be fine, the cadence of the day will remind me of the fun, the joy and laughter… the image of this moment, will fade away ….

The silver moonlight, will always filter through the rainbow of colours that create the landscapes of the day…..

yesterday, today and always. Q

Be easy going and live your life cheerfully and flexibly. strong emotions can be the cause of various troubles. always strive to have a cheerful and calm state of mind.

Perfect Liberty 2015.24

I give thanks and feel gratitude, that I have been blessed with friends who care … friendships that span miles… love and prayers are powerful bonds. I truly love and appreciate each and every one of you.

photo, virtual library

chop suey Monday

Who says a dog’s life isn’t always easy. It is 80 degrees in the shade and the human wants to go for a walk. Give me a break. Personally, I’m going to stand my ground on this one. Ahhh found a place to chill.. and man I’m gonna just lie here till I’m ready to get up. If I could only get him to turn off that noise box.

We humans are always putting words and thoughts into our dog’s actions. Today I took the two whippets out to the country for some quality R & R with some of their whippet buddies out at the Breeder’s “spa”… huge running area, level terrain, shade umbrellas, huge wooden deck. Velcro the oldest (a true senior citizen) was fine till all the youngsters were let out.

Body language says it all, he went to the door that leads out of the back spa area.. and stood there, face pointing out of the area. Non verbal communication, “Let’s head” This human was enjoying a nice breeze and pleasant conversation.. Like Leon (above) my dog was not interested in what I wanted, he had decided it was time to go.

Choices.. choices.. Keeper his sister (grandmother ) to a few of the younger dogs.. was also showing signs of.. ok enough of the activity.. I’m ready to leave. When you live a quiet life, and are suddenly surrounded by very active, curious and playful pups.. you are happy to climb back into the vehicle for the ride home.

So what did I learn today – our animals, communicate to us, communication is key between all living beings. We need to be open and aware to receive … when it happens, it is a wonderful connection.

This next picture is of a sheep that I fell in love with when I was working with textile textures. I went through a phase where i went bananas over sheep.. this breed was one of my favourites.

How can you not smile when you look at this face.

Oyashikiri

sheep photo – Shirley Keene

moments

a moment in the sun

I close my eyes tight

the moment will not disappear

physically there is no disappearing

my body is heavy

the sun is hot

I feel caught in the moment

moment in the sun

my restless mind is stopped

I feel the shade across my face

yet I am in the warm embrace

of a moment that won’t go away.

the heat, the moment

transports me to another time and place

moments ARE forever

they can never be relived.

good or bad

in that moment

you live, the past, present

and yes, the future

the shade will shift

with each breath I take

for my sake

I want the moment

to pass, and let me wake

another day, for

another moment awaits.

Q

PL Precept #18 Each moment is a turning point.

thrift find

found and captured to share

I’ve found it difficult the past day or so. I was disturbed by the news that one of the famous milestones in younger day, was being taken away, because for some it was offensive. I’m talking about packaging for pancake mix and a pancake syrup

We have learned so much from the past, from the mistakes others have made, in making them huge lessons were learned, and we grew as human beings. Not everyone agrees about history, even in the country I was born in (Canada) there are huge divisions that need to be crossed.

As a person who grew up in an Anglo Saxon, French Canadian culture, I know what it is like to be seen as different. I know first hand what it feels like as a child sitting on a bus, and having it fill up, but on one wanted to sit beside me because of my “colour”

Even when asked where did I come from, and I would say, where in Canada I lived and grew up.. I would be asked again, “no, but where do you come from” “I am Canadian I would say, born here” My Father taught me the importance of being Canadian, instead of learning Chinese, he encouraged and sent me to French kindergarten. Both parents were adamant that being a Canadian, I needed to know the two languages of the country..

Yes I am proud of being Chinese, but I am a Canadian first. I was born here, this is my home.

There was a beautiful statue of a native Indian kneeling looking out over the river behind parliament buildings, I was told of how the Indians had been the proud warriors who fought and lived on the land .. how their history intertwined with ours. It was a beautiful work of art, to me it stood for how wonderful Canada was, that we embraced and respected the culture of the many people who live here.

The marketing for the pancakes and the syrup depicted a beautiful woman of colour, again, it was a symbol of how we loved and embraced all races. (as a child, it was part of life, and it made me feel special, that not all people saw being of a different colour as an oddity)

It broke my heart when I mentioned to a friend that I had heard that the beautiful lady was to be removed because of her colour. How could I tell my friend, who I know loves me, that she was stabbing me in the heart, by saying “its about time” What is about time.. that we take away colour from our lives. live in a plastic bubble where everything has to be white or off white, maybe freckles are allowed.

The journey is not over for me, I will probably live many more years, but I am so sad these days, that the discriminations of the past are resurfacing, I was also told that because someone said, ALL lives matter, the person was dismissed from their work.

It has been eating away at me, did I dare share with you how deeply cut I am about the divison that is happening.

We admire and love the coloured vegetaion in Nature. Are we, human beings not part of nature and the Universe, Why are we being catalogued once more by colour. Why do we point fingers and put blame everywhere else but on our SELVES.

I will never turn my back on someone because of their colour or put down their heritage, Interesting the people shouting and make alot of the noise, are people who are not of colour.. How can they say things with such authority when they themselves have never lived it

Walk in someone else’s shoes to know, what it is like …

I mean no disrespect to anyone, but I felt that I needed to share my thoughts and feelings on a matter that stabs at my heart.

How can we achieve world peace, if all we can do is “take sides”…. I spent years associated with law enforcement, many of us spent hours and dedicated our careers to improving the interactions of “law enforcers” and “citizens” – my heart is screaming from the pain of seeing the division starting all over again.

PL Precept # 20 Live maintaining equilibrium between mind and matter.

PL Precept # 14 WORLD PEACE IS EVERYTHING.

Oyashikiri

walk a crooked mile

a crooked fence

We have all had that moment where we look down a road, path, or street and wonder where it leads.I am one who is always intrigued with what is around the bend. “honey, just a little further, please, let’s see what is up around that bend” and when we get there, I coax for maybe just another mile or two.

One day, we simply turned a corner, and he stopped the car. (back road)
“Now look around and see just how many vistas you see from here”… new concept. Usually it would be when we were in another Province or State. The challenge was there to find my next story line.

what is beyond the horizon

For me I can just stand in one spot and look in all directions till I spot a place that draws me into a line of thought, that begins to tell a story. I’m hooked. I want to sit down and start writing .. of course I can’t, I’m on the road, and if I write it down in that moment, it won’t have the opportunity to grow in my imagination.

Others can stop for a coffee, or another kind of pick me up, for me .. its the little gems of visual settings, and backdrops that tease and encourage me to paint, write, sculpt. I love it. I love these gifts from the Universe. my joy isn’t in a commercial environment, but rather when I am out discovering a new day.

Live radiantly as the sun. Strive to always be bright and cheerful so you can enliven those around you.

Perfect Liberty 2020.27

Use things for what they are meant for. Everything has a purpose. Let’s use things to their fullest potential.

Perfect Liberty 2020.26

Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but of playing a poor hand well.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Oyashikiri

because

I put on wings- can I fly? No.

Because I can’t see you, does that mean you are not there… No

Because you spoke and I didn’t hear, does that mean it didn’t happen. No.

Because I can’t see it, does not mean, it does not exist. LOVE IS

PL Precept # 11 Always be with God.

Oyashikiri

a new day, new beginning

the bridge

The bridge was there, only I had never thought of actually crossing it. I loved the symbolism of the bridge, and the possibilities, it just never occurred to me to cross it.


my journey across

Today I saw it in a different light, and the road beyond. It was simple really, all it took was the realization that “today” is really here. I can travel and explore beyond what, and where I have been. Life does go on. It is not by looking behind that we free our minds, but by moving ahead, into the world as it is now.

today the door opened and I walked through

I thank my son and my friends for getting me to this part of my journey. Happiness is knowing you are loved. My husband will always be in my heart and part of who I am. That will never change. Today, he held my hand and opened the door, knowing the lessons and the love we shared will carry me through the tomorrows that are before me.

Oyashikiri

PL Precept #7 Everything exists in relativity

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