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a dream moment

Dreams do come true. Yes they really really do. For years I have read about, and seen at a distance vintage bikes, I’ve hollered stop as we drive down a highway when I see an old abandoned, car, truck or jeep…if its been restored, it gets captured (picture taken) for my personal gallery.

Was I dreaming.. no… look a 1950 Buick super Riviera 56r design by the great Harley Earl head of General Motors industrial design. (info provided by Mark Hill) You know I was out of the truck and heading for it with my cell ready to grab a picture or two.

Look at the wheels, the generous use of chrome… Mark has not re touched it, the paint, everything is as it was when he got it. It was living in Canada for a while, but like a good pedigree dog, when the new owner had to part with it, it came back home to Mark.

While I was busy being totally enthralled by this charmer, a woman drove up who just happened to be Mark’s Mother, while we chatted, she told me that Mark’s main love was old vintage bikes, i.e Indians. Well this little China doll went into instant heart flutters. It was like the adrenalin went into overdrive.

Ladies and Gents, I have to tell you nothing could have made me “thrill” as much as being in a working machine shop, the vacuums the polisher, that smell of oils, grease, and waxes used when working the metal, All my senses were activated I just drank in the surroundings, I arrived at a quiet time, there was that happy silence that fills the garage when the machines aren’t working, dust is settling, and the mechanics are taking a break. I was in my own personal heaven.

Bikes are shipped from all over the world to be worked on by this man, in this shop. All the bikes are lovingly cared for and maintained by their owners.. they want the best for their treasures.. Thus the reason they get sent to Mark.

Dreams do come true, when you least expect them to. I saw this beauty and I wanted more. I followed my heart’s whispered (ok shout out) plea….. and stopped to take a closer look… what I found by listening to the inner voice was “magic” My adventure continued when I took the next step, I knocked and opened an unknown closed-door and found myself in a wonderland.

Ok not everyone shares my passion for vintage vehicles, but you get the message .. it is important to listen to your inner voice, and 2, open doors, step outside the box, you never know who you will meet, or what you will find.

Namaste – Oyashikiri

special thanks to Mark’s Mother and his friends for making my visit a special one. The dog was a beauty too! Unfortunately it just couldn’t compete with the machines and metal.

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La fuerza salvadora de Oyashikiri *

Whoa, hello… unexpected company for breakfast. Wow.. what a shot, the photographer had to be right there, camera/cellphone in hand. Click, Gotcha! What a moment right. Do you know we have such moments, several times a day, we just don’t always catch them. It hits the conscious mind “ping” .. after that actual moment passed us by.

We get one chance in life to live a moment, once it is passed, it is history. In the blink of an eye, you have moved on. Love with all your heart today, appreciate the blessings you receive daily, because you do. See the positives in life, they are in abundance. Believe, have faith.

My son just called to tell me that a man he thought highly of (Larry Lord) passed in his sleep during the night.. R.I.P. Mr. Lawrence Lord. I didn’t know this man personally, but I certainly know his daughter who has been part of our family for many years now. I know the love and dedication this man inspired in those who loved him. Even in his last years, my son spoke of how he loved to sing, smile and be happy. This man knew about being in a happy “state of mind”.

When we live being true to ourselves, in everything we do, with love, sincerity, and appreciation of what we have,giving joy, sharing a smile, a hug…. our lives will be blessed in so many ways. Death is an ending in this life… it means our bodies are laid to rest… a new door opens..

Namaste – Oyashikiri

*Anchorage Alaska

** usatoday.com (Jayne Clark)

***whispersofvintage.tumblr.com

iv. flickr.com

*Spanish PL. http://www.perfect-liberty.org.ar

see article by Rev.Eisuke Inagaki he has promised to give me an English synopsis in the near future. He is now here at the Ottawa Church.

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what have we here

What have we here..

It seems it was called the King Tut of barn finds.

An auction house in France announced it would be presenting 60 rare vintage, exotic cars, found tucked away in western France.

I know how I felt watching this clip, did it tug at any of your emotions, did you have a sense of something m perhaps shades of sadness, Was it just the music,or the visual.

These amazing pieces of steel and craftmanship were once new, the were the accumulation of hours of work. The creators, the builders,designers,trades that had to pull together to build these machines of pleasure,

The cars, were admired, driven, used for commuting, and any and all other modes of transportation – finally they came to rest here in their final resting place.

Restored and found 50 years later.. If you are wanting more information, it is the automobile collection of Roger Baillon (he was a French transport business owner collection classic cars, to start a museum, but in the 70’s he business went down, and he had to sell 50 cars to pay the bills)

The cars or a real find, Many of a history, and the fact that this collection was lost and left to be embraced by nature, for car affectionados, it is causing a real stir. Imagine seeing Talbots, Delahayes and a 1956 Maserati A6G Gran Sport in one location.

For me.. although not a hoarder, I like having my tools, and pieces that give me pleasure or a sense of being able at anytime to delve into a favourite pastime, or activity.

Seeing this clip stirred me into doing a tidy up. Big clean up. I realized that I had far too much in the way of material things/objects… in clearing away the clutter.. and things that have long lost their moment with me… I am making way for new beginnings and freeing space for improving the quality of what is happening in my life now.

note.. the Ferrari 250 sold for 14.2 million on Feb. 6,2015 at auction.

to see all the cars.. visit choic

Life is to be lived in the present….. not the past…

but in appreciating what was, we can make better choices in the present

I love and appreciate each and everyone of you.

Namaste – Oyashikiri

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We have all passed old abandoned buildings such as this one. Even in residentail areas now, you can often find a home that just no one seems to want to live in. There is a feeling that hangs around the place, making it very uninviting. A recent experience had me visiting a well known teaching hospital. From the outside it looks big, modern, and for an institution, one could even push the envelope a little and say … it was welcoming in a cold clinical kind of way. It seems these days that there is always constrution going on .. trying to make room for the many patients needing beds or care, either In-patient, or out-patient.

This picture was found on the businessinsider.com Picture was taken by photographer Christopher Payne when he visited North Brother Island a 13 acres island between the Bronx and Ricker’s Island, the building was abandoned in 1963. It had once provided housing for World War II veterans previously it had been a hospital for those quarantined with contagious diseases…When he visited Payne had hoped to find buildings completely intact what he found was ruins. He told Business Insider “It looked like it had been abandoned for a century”

Has the world changed .. have you been in a hospital room lately. We don’t often think of hospitals until we end up in one. Trust me, you should be thinking about your life, your health, and how you want to stay healthy and out of a hospital. you can go in not feeling too well, and come out even sicker

In every city, small town, even a village, there is a park. A place to get out and enjoy nature. At this time of year, if you live in parts of the world where the fall season is a riot of colour, one of the best medicines, for feeling good, is to get out and enjoy a day in the country, or walking a park trail Wake up to the natural wonders we are surrounded by.

NY city .. a city known for its concrete and high density population, yet, it still makes room for places like this. quiet spots where you can escape daily pressures of life. Such places are everywhere, even our own backyards. The trick is to take the time, to enjoy them. You owe it to yourself, and your loved ones, to stay grounded in nature, to be alive with the joys of life, spurring you on….October is when Canadians celebrate Thanksgiving. Give appreciation for the bounty of goodness in your life….Believe that abundance is yours. Wake up to possibilities of a healthy life. Make this Thanksgiving, the first one of many.

Namaste – Oyashikiri

October is a month where we harvest our past, and move into a new beginning

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cookies

Oh look, there is a cookie monster

looking out at me…

there are days when like this character

my days are filled with too many things that matter

into my office I run

doing my best to forget that beckoning sun

however, the sun shines through the window

and no matter what…. I know

I should make time for some fun in that bright happy sun

But. but…. if I don’t work on my art now, or at least make a start

tomorrow, there will be that much more

and I will not think that today’s decision was very smart

The open skies beckoned

I wanted to travel to someplace new

but….. today wasn’t going to be the day to wander

instead I applied myself to the artistic expression that I’ve wanted to share

I spent hours researching and preparing

took time to asses and ponder

did I succeed, I think I did

the cookie monster held open the can lid

and let the sunshine in =^_^=

half way through the day, I got to visit with a friend

what a pleasure that was

I would have missed that opportunity had I gone out

so you see, there is always a reward and a positive

when we listen with a clear intent

to the little voice inside our head

now cookie monster can close the lid

and I can go to bed.

Here’s a hug to keep you snug

=^_^=

namaste – oyashikiri

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a memory

Once upon a time, I had a jewelers bench, it was set up for me and the way I worked, a small anvil, vise, my bench block, and a must for me was the fluorescent incandescent bench lamp. I had a big window but it faced south. A northern window would have been preferred since the light would have been more constant. It is the little things you learn that help long-term in more than one project. I had a flexible shaft controlled by a foot rheostat.. it was indispensable for the kind of work that interested me, it was suspended over my table so I could easily access it for my various needs. The different types of chucks available accommodated the various sizes of drills, burs, grinding stones and polishing

To this day I hang a flexible shaft outfit from my office window, over one of my work tables, even though my Foredom gave up the ghost long ago, I still kept all the parts, just in case… Since I no longer work in precious and semi precious metals, I replaced my need for doing smaller projects with a Dremel. That I could use when I was sculpting with Apoxie medium, or wood. I’m an artist with a need to express my visual pieces with depth, and texture that can be and hopefully is tactile.

The Foredom was and is probably the tool that I most enjoyed having over the years, I can carve small rocks with the Dremel, and it does do a lot of what I could do with the Foredom, but it is what we get used to and what we use while learning and feeling our way with a new skill that adds to the dimension of our work. I think so anyway.

Jewelry whether we are making it or wearing it, is an art form. What we wear, how we wear it, speaks of our way of expressing a visual statement. n’est pas? Errr no that web piece is not something I would make or wear, but I appreciate the work that went into it, the detail, the patience .. and even more I would applaud the woman or male who would wear it.

“Everything old is new again” The fashion mags are showing the “Hobo” look, vintage 70’s Hippie style jewelry is back. hmmm I sigh and turn the page, I no longer want to have the gold, platinum, best stones, and classic pieces, I never did.. I like my gemstones uncut, and the metal thick and sculpted, that was the reason I started making my own….. but….. I’m attracted to the semi precious stones that were worn in biblical times, and during wiccan ceremonies. I prefer pieces that speak to me, because someone wanted to express themselves by doing something different. Not something that is manufactured and spit out by the gross.

I’ve taken to searching out thrift shops and pawn shops looking for unique pieces that still have their past owners energy and history on them, so that they have a “voice” that can be heard by the person willing to listen… these are the treasures that I enjoy the most. LOL this musing all because I looked at my Dremel this morning, and thought of my long gone Foredom.

I found an amazing piece today, I don’t think a picture would do it justice, but if I find a way to show it to you, I will… meanwhile… thanks for meandering down memory lane with me. From me to you…

Namaste – Oyashikiri

photos from Pinterest

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today, Oct.1

Today was a day for listening. First at home, then at church, and again at the hospital. I listened. My head was filled with words, feelings and thoughts that kept going round and round. After a brief lunch, I got back in the truck and drove towards the outskirts of the city. Driving for me is therapeutic.

Sometimes like this Japanese ama, I feel like I’m diving for something, and I may or may not find it. This ama was searching for shellfish off the shores of Japan.(1930’s) We know there is a message or “something” that we should be “seeing” or grasping….but will it happen…. only time will tell.

Shaolin Kung Fu Student, Henan Province, China, 2004,

Everyone we meet in life, has a “story”, an interest, hobby, something they enjoy that means something to them. And, everyone, at one time had a family, or someone who gave them birth. They have history, and they live each day making their own way in this world, one moment at a time. Sometimes it seems endless, and other times, everything just gets lost in limbo, and truth becomes too jumbled too hard to piece together.

The young man I saw this morning, was granted another chance at life, he was aware and in physical pain. Some times the pain we feel is just so unique it is beyond words. Yet through the pain, he felt the moment when love touched his weary broken body.

Love is a powerful medicine, and a divine state of being.

We are all capable of such love, to both give and receive.

Love of life, has to begin with you.

Today was a new beginning.

The man I met this evening, said he wished he could live in the past.

Yet in his reality of the moment, he is an artist who created a world that was of the past, and he had done it well. His way of dealing with the present is to create a yesterday where others can see how Native American’s lived back in the days of the “wild West”

Interesting how I met with one energy who wanted to escape the past, and in the evening, I was with someone who prefered the past.

Yet both, can only live in the present … in the now…

How lucky was I … that the Universe gave me a Yin/Yang day.

How was yours? Life is good, it really really is.

Everyday is a good day, when I get to spend time with you..

Namaste – Oyashikiri

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once upon a time

There was a time when it took hours to dress,and never would a woman be seen in public without being prroperly attired.

This was an outfit found on a blog, 1910 daywear, high fitted waistline and baptiste blouse. So.. even in the early 1900’s women wore clothes that befitted what was considered proper dress of that period.

remember the dresses our parents wore, or that we saw in earlier movies.

This is a Chanel Dress c.1937

I had a conversation the other day with a dear and treasured friend, that sparked a thought, and it carried through, when a Facebook friend commented on a post I had posted about how people kept cool back in the days before air conditioning.

She replied with a comment about how today, the younger people seem to always be on a cellphone. Actually it is not only the young, many ages have taken to walking around tied to their electronic paraphernalia.

The later in the day I was speaking with someone on Skype and we talked of how “it used to be” when peope really enjoyed “community”

The theme throughout most of the day yesterday seemed to flow always with a touch of melancholy of “what was” In the evening I met someone whose comment was ” How nice to actually see you, we seem to always be talking in text” How true, and yes it was nice to see her … actually see her, see her sense of style, her way of presenting her physical self. Then my day today started with a personal message from someone dear to my heart, and once again I was struck by how one person can be perceived so differently, so much so… that if another friend met up with the other, there would be no way of knowing, that it was the same person they were speaking about.

Ok how do I come up with that.. look at the ladies about, and their clothing.. that is what we see, the fashion statement, or the put together look…. we are not really seeing the person that is wearing the outfit. Today’s world is more open when it comes to fashion..never-the-less…. the person we see decked out in “la mode” of the day.. is not the person who comes home at night, and does what she does best… enjoy/live her private moments…

Who we really are, and what is really going on inside our private world, is usually very different from the personna that is seen by friends, family and aquaintences.

Change is the only constant in life, and like the seasons, we are always changing.

Each new day brings a different experience. With each experience, we learn and grow.

Sometimes we thing we are starting over, but we aren’t, we are only recognzing the signs we missed the first time around.

When you look in the mirror, do you see yourSELF or do you see the face of a person you are not wanting to see.?

I am blessed to be living with a man who loves me… but we both know that there are days he so so much has to work at liking me.

Once upon a time, we lived in a world that did its best to hide much of what it didn’t want to see.. Now we are living during a time when perhaps even now, we hide behind the electronic world.. if you are talking on the phone, doing your e-mails, you don’t have to deal with what is in front of you or in your immediate field of vision.

BE AWARE that today, willl someday be, once upon a time.

Namaste – Oyashikiri

*metmuseum.org-French 1880-1914

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today 9.21.15

In the shade they sat, comfortable in the silence of a long valued friendship. The years had been kind, neither had much to say that the other didn’t already know, nothing of importance anyway. Love of life, and shared adventures had provided each with memories that settled happily in their hearts.

The same sky holds different hues on a tropical isle, where someone else sits silently alone in thought, Time has no place here, for in their heart, they share a love that transcends mortal boundaries, a love that fills the heart with gladness and joy that is beyond explanation or spoken word.

Autumn the season of colour, cultivation,anticipation and harvest… what better time to walk with God and spend the time needed to rejuvenate and rediscover the meaning and power of unconditional love. We cannot redo the past, nor can we bear responsiblity for the next one, but we can take responsibility for now, and for how we live each coming minute of the day. No two people are alike, yet we are ONE…. there is an invisible connection that when activated, it is a forever always moment, and everlasting.