Wednesday, February 6, 2019

ANNOUNCEMENT! Ledger & Lace is on

This has been a labor of LOVE, combining my passion for Traveler's Notebooks and teaching.
Here's a video explaining the two courses I have in the Ledger And Lace Teachable online classroom:

Here's a link to the classroom:

Saturday, January 5, 2019

Repost: 10 Years Later

Marlene's Birthday

My youngest niece turned 13 today.  13!!!  So in honour of her birthday, I thought I'd re-post the story of her third birthday. All the things I saw in her at the age of three, remain and have expanded in these last 10 years. She is bright and smart and innovative and funny and creative. She is sensitive and kind and compassionate. She has the same joie de vivre and enthusiasm that she had when she was riding down the stairs at age 2. It is such a delight to see her grow into more of who she is, as she has become more and more of a young lady. My brother and SIL have done a remarkable job with all their daughters, and I am so grateful to be their auntie!  

Here's the post from 10 years ago:

Last weekend, we celebrated Niece Marlene's 3rd birthday. I LOVE this girl. She's so smart and funny. A familiar refrain is, Marlene! What are you doing? She replies, Plotting and scheming. Thanks to my brother.

On the famous YouTube stairs.

SIL was v. wise to get ONE balloon colour. Noooooo! I want the red ballooooooon! All avoided. It was a smallish affair with just the extended fam of aunties & grandparents. SIL picked up a cake. As a fan of Cakewrecks, I was hoping for something with a bit more wreckiness, but we got this:

You call yourself a Cakewreck?

Cakewreck worthy? Well no. But I do appreciate the migrating border in all its ploppiness. And the squiggly writing. And the brown leaves around the Crisco roses; v. appropriate for the winter season. Cue music: All the leaves are brown . . .all-the-leaves-are-brown . . . and the sky is grey . . . and-the-sky-is-grey . . . . If only it said "Happe Brithday" or we'd had a few misplaced quote marks. Alas.

That night at dinner after the rest of the extended fam left, we were at dinner. Mum asked Marlene how she liked her birthday. It was incredible, she replied. That's right, she's 3.

To the "brithday" gril:
May you're thrid year be
as good as to.
Underneat that write
Yay U in blue 

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

HAPPY 2019!!!

Here's my quote for the day by that magnificent philosopher, author and genius, Robert Heinlein, since I was not up at my usual 5:30 a.m.-ish:

"Progress isn't made by early risers. It's made by lazy men trying to find easier ways to do something."  

I only woke up at 8:38 a.m. because Bingo was squeaking for breakfast:
Bingo's "FEED ME" Look.
And by "squeaking,"  I mean whining.  On the other hand, I was awakened at midnight by the neighbors ALL AROUND me setting off fireworks!  Across the lake, next door, across the street.  Good times.  Then I was awake, so I reviewed my 2018 journal for a coupla hours and noticed how much I actually accomplished. So I wrote a "Yay, me" list.   

One of those things: I built a boom for my camera!  (And by "I" I mean that I got the materials and Brother Atlasta whipped it together for me, lickety split. I could have done it, but I would have been less lickety-splitty).  As I stood staring at my camera set up on the tri-pod trying to figure out how to film a new way, I thought, "Why am I trying to reinvent the wheel here?  Someone has already done this and has a tutorial on Youtube!"  And so THANKS to water colour artist Wonder Forest, I saved a LOT of time: 

And THANKS to my bro. Just waiting on clip thingie from Amazon to secure to the galvanized pipe and then I'm set for overhead, hands-free filming. Squeeee!   I did it.  2019, here I come!  Tutorials, journals, and courses, oh my!   :-)

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

In Gratitude of Mum

  I think one of the keys to happiness, if there is a key, is cultivating a Gratitude Practice. Gratitude brings you into the present moment and connects you to the abundance of everything around you. It adds sweetness to the bitter and beauty to the mundane. It is not just a spice of life, but a kind of life force itself.

Having a practice of gratitude requires discipline; it means that you do it consistently, even when you don't feel like it or don't have time or are not even feeling particularly grateful. It is especially useful when outside circumstances are less than ideal and you are struggling. It is helpful to have a record of the "good stuff" when things are difficult and it's hard to remember the good.

I began my Gratitude Practice in June of 2015 at a particularly challenging time in my life.  I was back to having migraines every day and was exhausted and had brain fog that I couldn't shake. I discovered 6 weeks later that the pharmacy had cut my dosage of thyroid medication in half when it did the conversion math to generic meds; and so I was grateful with that discovery; and how much better I felt back on my proper dose. It made feeling better even easier!

Prior to finding out about my thyroid meds, I thought, "I gotta do something, here," as I was in the Pit of Despair. So I got one of my pretty little A6-sized journals that I'd been hoarding,  and started a separate, dedicated journal of all the good stuff.  Paraphrasing Victor Frankl, outside circumstances don't have to dictate the inner landscape of your attitude or feelings.

What I didn't realize at the time, was that I was also documenting the last 5 months of my life with Mum. I spent almost every evening with her, and in my journal I wrote seemingly mundane things like, "Tonight, Mum made soft-boiled eggs and soldiers with knobby greens (Brussel sprouts)."

Eggs and soldiers.

 Or another time, on the way to her place, I watched in wonder as traffic stopped both ways to let a mother skunk and her 2 babies waddle across the road and disappear up a hill. I wrote about the magical light show of watching the first night of fire flies and the perfume of honeysuckle and the sounds of frog songs and toad trills. These were things I might have a vague memory of, but as Anais Nin says, "We write to taste life twice."  These memories are particularly sweet.

It was after Mum's car accident that I was astonished by the power of a Gratitude Journal to keep me grounded and sane. By then, gratitude had become a daily ritual and habit. My sibs and I took shifts and stayed with Mum at the hospital; I stayed til 10p and then would drive home.

As I lay snuggled up with Beagle-boy Buddy at the end of a long day, I would write things like, "I am so grateful that Mum told the nurses she had bossy daughters," because it meant she still had some spunk. I was grateful for the nurses and then later, Hospice, that brought her home where she wanted to be. I was grateful that she finally got to have a cuppa tea when she got settled into bed in her flat.

One of those ordinary days. There's her favourite tea cup, too. 

I was grateful that we got to say goodbye and that she was surrounded by her loved ones at the end.
For all of that, I am grateful.
Mum looking snazzy.  :-)
Most of all, I am grateful that she was my mother because there were rocky, teenage-into-my-early-20s-times, when I wasn't. I am grateful that I had this blog when I moved across the river from her, so that I could keep an online journal for her. I documented the funny things she said and photos or ordinary vizzies and I was able to express my appreciation to her in a way that doesn't translate with a card. Altho, of course I gave her those, too! 

She was typically British with a stiff upper lip, and would roll her eyes if things got too sappy or sentimental. But when we were cleaning out her flat, I found a box, tucked away, that had all the cards and letters friends and fam had written her. And in there, she had printed out the first Mother's Day post I did for her.

It has been 3 years since she died.  I didn't know how I would get thru those first few months; but somehow, the months have turned into years. I think of her everyday, but now I can smile. I like to think that somewhere, she is smiling down on us, too.  At Thanksgiving, we went to Pioneer Sister's new seafood restaurant, Crabby Maggie's. It felt like the first family gathering that didn't have a gaping hole where Mum should be. It was joyful and fun and great to spend time with the whole fam.  In addition to the traditional T-day fare, we started off with trays of JUMBO shrimp. After that, as the regular food was dished out, nephew Ro said, "I was told there would be crab legs."  My BIL said, "You want crab legs?  You got crab legs!" And a few minutes later out came a tray of giant ones.

My niece has been playing violin for a couple years now. She played Bach's third Brandenburg and Chiro-sis and I just sat there and wept, she was so good! Mum would be so proud of her!  Mum played violin at her age and I imagine that she looked very much like my niece, with her red hair swinging as she swayed with the music. It was so sweet and it was such a BEAUTIFUL day.  And it made me so grateful for our family and to be part of Queen Anne's Clan. 

I continue to be Anne Holliday's daughter; and so GRATEFUL to be so.  :-)

Tuesday, November 20, 2018

The Science of GRATITUDE

Loyal readers of this blog are familiar with our beLOVEd Bruce Lipton. Just in time for the season of Gratitude, comes this brilliant explanation of how gratitude enhances your health, happiness and life! EnJOY!!!  :-)

"Whatever you're waiting for, be of peace of mind, contentment, health. It will surely come; but only when you're ready to receive it with openness and gratitude. Of all the characteristics needed for both a happy and morally decent life, none surpasses gratitude. Happiness and health are the just rewards for living in gratitude." ~ Ben Franklin

Thursday, August 9, 2018

Do You Suffer from Lid Temple Syndrome?

LOVE this from Kyle Cease!

"It's so soft . . . and less liddy."

"It's easier done, than said."  That would make a good bumper sticker / T-shirt / coffee mug!   

I think he could do a follow-up mockumentary, possibly with JP Sears.  "Do you suffer from Lid Temple Syndrome?" with a shot of people in ordinary life with lids on their heads. 

"Symptoms of LTS include: limiting beliefs, self-doubt, low self-esteem, fatigue, binge-watching shows you don't even like."

Kyle:  "I have a dream that one day, people will walk around without lids on their temples."   

And then some naysayer in a white coat saying, "This needs PEER-REVIEWED research before you irresponsibly tell people they can perform a lid-ectomy without a B.C.L.T.S.  (Board Certified Lid Temple Specialist).  

"Ask your doctor . . . ."  

In the meantime, I did a Rumi graphic:

Just because most people have lid temple doesn't make it normal. It just makes it common.  Of course, that's just crazy talk, because there's no such thing as Lid Temple. 

Or is there?

Another graphic: