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I lay watching the slow rotation of the ceiling fan, a very lazy start to the day indeed. Keeper (female whippet) lay sprawled out beside me. She was showing her nurturing side, concerned that today might be a repeat of yesterday.

She gets very concerned when I cry and wail. Velcro (male whippet) her older brother, takes it in stride, he saw and lived through my display of raw emotion, when my husband was in his final days, and Keeper got out and ran away. Yesterday he simply got up from his favourite chair in another part of the house, to come lie beside me, to lend me his support and quietly wait it out.

My son the other day, looked at me, and said, ” Mom, its OK to cry” and of course it is, but for me, I can’t just cry, I have to be totally shaken and depleted, the body has to over-ride my happiness and stubborn mind that tells me, that there is just so much to be thankful for. And of course there always is, I am so blessed.

However sometimes, the sadness, and discontent of others is too much for me to bear. I feel their pain, frustrations and disillusion. And I have learned that I cannot be happy for someone else. You can not lift the happiness from your life, like a shawl and put it around someone else. You can be kind, listen, share in their “present state” and lend what-ever support you can.

In the end, the choice belongs to them. Yesterday I cried, all the sadness, the disappointments that I have listened to for the last many days and months, welled up and demanded to be released. I wanted escape, and freedom from the continuous onslaught of negative news, the vicious nature that is surfacing in the world around us. The curiosity we seem to have for the gossip tabloids, that thrive by reporting or should I say offering up gossip about cheating, lying and fornication. Where we lust instead of love.

Time for some time out. Quality time without a cell phone, computer, laptop, or tablet. There is a reason, dogs (pets) are the best of friends. They offer unconditional love. Nothing more, nothing less.

Cherish your family and friends, offer kindness and understanding to those around you, when there is unkindness, or dishonesty aimed in your direction. Deflect it, or let it pass you by. Life is too short.

PL Calendar, day 26 Maintain a Positive Attitude and Wisdom will come to you.

Oyashikiri

mural is in Carleton Place, Ontario,CA

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Wednesday 10.04.17

Good morning everyone, my thoughts are still lingering on the country roads. What is your feeling when you have wonderful opportunities to enjoy land that isn’t really cultivated and reconfigured by developers. We are denied access for our own safety,which in most cases, intellectually I understand.

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I know that to many a well manicured lot is their goal. They work and slave to get it just right, to have each blade of equal height, and even cut in the same direction. Myself I am drawn to the wild grass, full of colourful leaves and textures from odd ball ” weeds”

Even today the age-old controversy on weeds and their benefits to society continues. Many cultures use plants that we call weeds, either in their culinary dishes, or as herbal remedies .. and and and. Still we spend millions of dollars on synthetic medicine, a lot of it that fails and is not successful. (we don’t get to hear about that too much) While what nature supplies us with, we question, and bicker over. In all life there is purpose. We need only look, or seek to see.

As humans, we seem to think that we are equal or better than Nature, Nature provided us with clean pure air, and what have we done to it over time.

I am rambling, it is October, I have gotten out my broom, and will start to polish the handle, it is well worn, but still useable. I certainly don’t sweep with it. Good heavens! brooms are for riding!!!

I obviously want to trespass, where for my own safety, I am to stay out. Norm, Cindy, Alex, someone please lend me a telephoto lense. Just kidding, I’ll be good, I know come Hallows Eve, I can wander, unseen, through the night %^&* wrings knarled hands long pointed nails painted inky black, with gleeful dielight, and with a devilish gint in her slanted eyes she hits – post- chuckling all the way…….

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Sunday Oct. 1- musing

A window from the past

looks out into another world

when looking in,

there is left only decay and ruin

I drove along the highway today,

and saw where a building such as the one above

once alive and vibrant

was now shuttered and vacant

the vegetation was fast reclaiming the

once well tended lawn.

I had a fleeting memory of days gone by

and wondered how come I’d missed

the encroachment of another phase

for the sign, standing tall near the street

announced that soon, a multi unit would be going up

The world is changing, and changing fast

where once we planned and looked forward

to a yard of our own,

now the buildings offer small rooms. and many units

to accommodate a number of families

where once, only one family lived,

and children ran and played with wild abandon

safe in their own backyards.

What happened? Where is that time in space gone?

What was I doing? How did I miss it?

October 1st. in a flash it will be the 31st

history NY state

Windows… lots of windows.. just like doors, they fascinate. Q

HELP.. does anyone know why the font in WP has changed … and how do I change it back.. I’ve tried customizing font.. didn’t work.. ???

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Stagecoach Road

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Stagecoach road is a secondary highway that travels parallel to a more heavily travelled highway going from Ottawa, south towards the St. Lawrence. It ends at Hwy 43, the stretch of road I travelled the other day. Doesn’t really get a lot of heavy traffic, so it was a nice way to get to where I was going on a very hot humid day.

One side of the road is not built up so much as it is populated. There was an old apple orchard that is now being “civilized”.. however, I did pass a number of gravel pits, and a quarry or two. All this to say, it was a nice drive. My mind had a lot of time to dream up story lines, and imagine what life must have been like on this road, many years ago.

Yes I am a bit of a dreamer. Part of me wanted to simply stop the truck and just enjoy some of the views… but today was not the day, the area here, was under a weather warning, super duper heat. High heat, with lots of humidity. Back before we had weather warnings over the air waves, I’m sure people simply went about their business, no matter if it was sunshine, or rain.

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Remember this picture I took on one of our travels, imagine it with a fresh coat of paint, brightly painted roof, with matching cheerful colours on the veranda, and all the vegetation, lush and green. There is no hydro, so windows and doors would be open hoping for a cross breeze.

Children would be playing in the fresh air, chasing a ball, a little dog yapping and playing along. A woman can be seen washing clothes in a wash tub out back. On a clothes line, there are sheets drying under the full rays of the sun. Except for the cawing of the birds, and the sound of the little dog barking, there is nothing but the laughter of the happy children as they run and play, enjoying the day.

There would be no constant roar of traffic, racing by, the Mother need not worry about strangers arriving unannounced, the stage-coach would pass only twice a day, and it would only ride down the travelled road going from village to village. nowhere near this little home. What today, takes us less than an hour, would be a whole day’s journey over dusty roads, through dense forest, and overgrown vegetation, on roads, often only wide enough for 1 carriage at a time.

All this from taking the journey down Stagecoach Road, when I looked it up .. I saw that there are other Stagecoach Roads in other Provinces, and States.

What does a Stagecoach Road, conjure up for you?

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Some time, some days, I do get lost in time and space/place. Life was so different at one time, yet, where I can romanticize what it must have been like, the reality is, I am such a city girl, I would be totally lost without the comforts of my home today.

PL Precept #20 Live maintaining equilibrium between mind and matter

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Tuesday, really?

Ok really, trains passing, going at a clip, for one reason or another, I just wasn’t getting what I wanted. Some times like this morning. I was looking for a picture of “nothing” You know, emptiness. But .. all I could find were pictures of this, that and whatever.

OH, how about this empty lot, in the spring, before it became an active fresh veggie stop, no that didn’t work, I’ve used other versions of it before. These long week-ends are soooo long, on Friday I was thinking it was Sunday, on Saturday a non holiday, I thought it was Monday, Sunday was Sunday, then Monday, a regular day for us, but a holiday in the States, I was thinking it was Wednesday.

There is really no such thing as an empty space, nothing, there is always something. we need only really look, we have all heard the expression, “seek and you shall find”

and here is another one, “perception is reality”

Namaste – Oyashikiri

btw. I do know its Tuesday, and I’m off to Montreal

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awake and dreaming

It happens to all of us. We are so tired we can barely stand, and long to go to bed. We get to bed, slip eagerly under the covers only to find that our eyes are wide open, and the moment of sleep has gone on leave.

How about this one… by Robin Williams

The last couple of days, I’ve been completely immersed in being sick. That phase of sick where your brain is just too tired to create a feel good moment, your physical body has taken over and you are wallowing in chills, fever,a cough that won’t quit and a throat and chest that are battling for attention. You don’t walk you stagger and shuffle, the b ox of tissue is never far from your reach. If you could record the sounds you are making, you would have a new ambient CD for the Halloween party in the barn. Fortunately the fog receded and energy levels have increased. Somehow the timing is off. it is now after midnight and the brain has come alive, even though the body still wants to sleep