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Hospitals

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Today I had occasion to visit a hospital as a potential patient.  The view from this side of the window is a tad different. OK it is very different, and every time I have this “moment” present itself to me… I am a dual person. Part patient, and part auditor.

I take in everything, the way I’m greeted, the way other potential “clients” are treated, waiting time, cleanliness, & important to me is the way staff interact with you.

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Emergency drop off, you are faced with steps, there is a ramp over to the side, but unless you have been there before, or know it is there, you have no choice but to try to make your way up the steps.. that have a very considerate sign that says, “be careful, slippery when wet” something to that effect.  I was able to make my way up the steps, but another lady who was clearly in great distress was doubled over by the time she made it into the reception area.

My own journey through the “welcome centre” was smooth enough, except for the first person who spoke to me like I was a child who wasn’t listening. to her sergeants command to “wait”!  Unfazed I did wait until the lady who I mentioned earlier came in and there was no one to help her.  Then MY ” I am higher than you in the chain of command” persona took over.

All in all, as I said, for me the hours were productive.  I did get to lie in a private room with a call button at my side, and IV in my arm.. the colours of the room were soothing, and altho’ I could hear the hustle and bustle around me.  I could detach, I was in an area that was prepared should my body do something that required their immediate attention.  I put my vest on backwards to keep my chest warm, a gown under my head, rolled like the Chinese neck supports of olden days, and slept.

When I got home, I painted the friend I met while sleeping.. Big smile.  She is not finished, but wanted to capture her sweetness before I totally wake up.

blue angel- montfortAnother day has come and gone.  Hope you had a good day.  I am going to be a good girl and REST till I see the doctor next week.  What will you be up to.  A lot of fun, and happy making of memories I hope.

PL Precept #18  Each moment is a turning Point

PL Precept 17 Grasp what is most Essential

Oyashikiri

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Thursday Doors 4.20.17

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Another time, another place

lazy days, quieter times

where television news didn’t rule the day

where children played in innocence

in country lanes or on tree-lined streets

off the towns central core

of country store, drugstore, and maybe a diner or two

with a small town community center

and of course the church

where friends and neighbours

gather Sundays to pray.

Today on Thursday Doors I searched for this picture, that I might have shown you before.  It inspired me then, and it does now.. because my friend, I want to slow down, we are not slowing down before we act.  We are seeing this in the upheaval in the world around us.
We celebrate the past, and the soldiers who died for a cause.  Yet on the next page is a story of aggression and violence.

People move to the country to get away from “city” living, and then they want the “city” comforts to be built around them,  Where once the quiet town enjoy a peaceful surround.  They discover that where once the dairy farm had been, a big box store was going in.  The lovely little glen and babbling brook that ran behind the farmer’s home, was being paved over for a parking lot

Doors are opportunities. They open to new discoveries, or close to hide or forget the past. Doors are symbolic, doors are not a decoration, they serve a purpose.  This door, to me, is symbolic of another time, a reminder that yes, we can go forward, and we can progress, but look how well maintained this door is.  It may be plain, but it serves, and it is respected, someone has lovingly kept this building maintained.

Let us look after our selves, we do maintenance on our cars and homes regularly  to keep them tip top.   It is time to make sure that we maintain balance in our lives too. Spiritual healing, is imperative, put love back in our lives, not lust, but LOVE

PL Precept 14  World Peace is Everything

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

Oyashikiri

 

 

 

 

 

 

wanting – doing

joy 3.22.17Remember the other day, I posted this start of a new “expression”  She was joyful, I felt her energy and couldn’t wait to get back and work on her with a new media that I’ve found rather interesting.  Previously I have played with it in very small  sections of a piece I had been working on, and realized that to get the desired effect as shown in demos I’d seen, I would have to be more liberal with the product.

The product is made by a well known supplier Pebeo, I have often used their paints, their pigments are strong, vibrant,.. so I was keen.  The Vitrail. Prisma and Moon, Fantasy series all have the toxic danger symbol on them…   but for some unknown reason (to me) I saw but didn’t think any more of it.  I knew to be careful, and recalled having worked with such media before.

What I didn’t take into consideration was my reaction to the fumes, especially to the cleaning solvent needed to clean brushes, stir sticks etc. good ole turpentine..  Needless to say, soon enough I was feeling the  results of my being in the close proximity of the paints and the solvents.  Even after a day out in the fresh air, my head was not willing to deal with the fumes of the products.

So… that said.. my “Joy”, is being put on hold, she is still drying, for the paints to finish interacting  with themselves and to dry could take up to 72 hours or more… depending on the density ..how it was used etc.  My “Joy” is now continuing her drying process in the sun room.  All brushes, and waste (cleaning cloths, paper etc.) have been emptied outside.

Sometimes we want something, or we think we do, but the Universe has other lessons, or experience for us to live.  When Joy is all dry, I’ll re-address her possibilities..  maybe she has had enough too.  Who knows.

PL Precept #6  Efface your self conceptions.

PL Precept # 7   Everything exists in Relativity.

note.. this is a truly fabulous media, check out the videos on YouTube,  I have a sensitivity that doesn’t mean you will.  I should have remembered why I don’t work with oils is just not because of the time it takes to dry.  =^_^=   We are all different and unique.

=^)^=   thank God for that!!!!!   smile… life is good!

Oyashikiri

 

Thursday Doors 3.10.17

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drums beating a steady rhythm

a deep droning chant

accompanied the talking drums

somewhere within the lush vegetation

there would be a path

leading towards the origins

of the mesmerizing communication

behind each door

is a the total sum

of what “Nature/Universe”

has in store for us

find the door

open the door

and walk through

for all you do

each passing day

if look to find the door

meant for you.

Q

Oyashikiri

Mother 1921-2017

Mother passed 3.6.17

Mother’s life was like an abstract painting, she lived creatively and managed to  keep all the  assortment of unique personalities that she loved  on one mosaic canvas.  She had an inner strength and resolve that kept her going for 96 years. Pansies were her favourite flowers.  She loved colours, when she set her mind to something, it got done. In later years, she loved to , crochet and knit in quiet times, but she dedicated much of her life to volunteering and working for the good of others.  She remained actively involved in all her charities and “projects” till well into her golden years. RIP Mother, your unconditional love and tenacious spirit, will always be with us.

PL Precept #1     Life is Art

Oyashikiri (blessings)

 

 

two pictures one”mind”

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Too tired to think, I reach for my brush, then change my mind and take the paint tube itself and simply lay the paint down,  There is no though no reason, or rhyme, my mind takes over, my hands follow directions.

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The previous night I felt tired, but I was happy, the colours and my strokes seemed to flow with ease and at a different pace.  I smiled as I posted this picture on Instagram, saying, can you see the face, or what can you see?  I was playful, I slept well.

The top picture was painted when I needed release from the stress of the day, conflict and sadness welled up inside as I faced the reality, yet again, that because you have a sibling, doesn’t mean you have a friend. In fact to feel hatred from someone you’ve known a life-time is really a very sad and hurtful  moment.

We can choose our friends, but not family.  We can walk away, we can close the door, disrespect and uncontrolled hatred that sounds in loud decibel at and around you.. is like walking into a war zone without protection. I choose to turn and walk away.

We all make choices, self-preservation is high on my list. I choose love, happiness = GOD.  With GOD in my life, I will work at being a better person.

Thank you to all of you who worry and call me, I’m fine, life is what it is.. God willing Mother will transfer over to a peaceful place, no more pain.. freedom will be hers. She had a long and happy life, she knows her family loves her, and that is everything.  Knowing you are loved, and God is with you.

Oyashikiri

 

silent voice

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Sometimes when I’m driving, I get half formed thoughts, inkling of ideas, nothing really pithy, just thoughts drifting in and out as I wind my way through the traffic along the highways and side roads.

Sometimes there is a particular sentence or catch phrase that will stick with me, today it was “silent voice’  I was coming home from church, its been a busy week with my Mom having to be moved to long term care, (all this in a very short period of time)  So I’ve not had the quiet times I usually have on a daily basis to regroup.

If I try to focus on one particular task, I get restless, and I need to find a way to slow down, “chill” as we used to say.  I was cleaning out a box, sorting the contents to get it ready to recycle, when I found an inexpensive canvas I got somewhere, with some kind of print all over it.

Without really thinking about it, I got out some of the old paints that were in the box, and threw some on the canvas .. using the brayer, which of course, didn’t work well, the canvas was not well-stretched over the frame.  The paints were a lime green and a fuchsia type pink, old enough that they were not well blended.. but I didn’t seem to care, I just persisted with the brayer till I covered the canvas.

You can see, I then began to wipe some of it off using an old brush that had a dry tip… somehow the silent voice saw a pair of eyes .. and that is what I tried to find.  when the voice stopped. I stopped.  that is the way it works for me.  I feel much better.. my Lemur called so, because that is kind of what it reminds me of, is sitting there, content to watch me as I type.

Life is what it is, isn’t it.  We all have a silent voice, we just don’t always hear or listen to it.  I’ll see what I think when I wake and visit with him tomorrow.  Yes, I feel it is a “him” or would that be hymn  =^_^=

Oyashikiri

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