That strip of white is the river frozen over. It's been Arctic, here.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
That strip of white is the river frozen over. It's been Arctic, here.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
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:
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.
Friday, January 23, 2009
But they saw me and headed back into the wood. Turkeys are FAST! Did you know Ben Franklin wanted the national bird to be the turkey? They're smart and fast and so tasty.
Anyway, so all I have is this photo that accentuates the dirt on my windows. Really, they don't look that dirty! I can't wash them on the outside without a BIG ladder. Well, I could. If I were my mother.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Principle? There's a principle? They're truffles! I'm not against eating them. They're just not good for me. I'm for the health of my body. It's OK for other people. They can eat chocolate-animals-gluten-dairy-caffeine-whatever. If someone can get this emotional about glutened chocolate, can you imagine what else we get our panties in a twist about? Have you ever met a peace activitist? I am just not angry enough to be one.
What was I saying? Oh, yeah. Clarity. Still looking.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sasha, many before you have tooooooiled with their science projects but they have prevailed! And so will you, for today is a new day of hope for not just you, but aaaaaahll children in our great nation. God bless America!
Kidding aside, I was so inspired by his grace and el-O-quence. And Yo-Yo Ma's cello--HEAVEN! I was lost in the beauty-of-the-moment. WOW!
And then . . . THEN! There was this:
I was on the phone with John talking about the inauguration: Blah blah blah el-O-quent, blah blah blah inspirational . . . and he says, "Did you see that HAT?" Hat? What hat? There was a hat? What do you say to this? WOW. I know that our convo was typical of lots of people. I had the same one with Ex-XM Radio Guy. Great speech . . . Did you see that hat?
Ah, yes. A time of healing. A time of hope. A time of hats. God bless America!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Now she wants to go on mylittlepony.com No clue what that is. I'm about to find out. Time to go play.
Friday, January 16, 2009
How many times have I flown and heard "in case of a water landing . . . " and thought, Right . . . water landing . . . [smirk] Well, apparently you can land on water, and hop out the door onto a ferry boat waiting there for you.
I was looking at Mum's gym class schedule.
Me: This looks like a good class for me.
Mum: Which one?
Mum: That's for senior citizens.
Mum: I don't take that one.
Me: Of course you don't.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Today is so frosty & c-o-l-d. COLD. I have to venture out into the world today. Have to? I get to. Summer seems so far away, but memories of it keep me warm. As does my toasty wood stove. So much of what we experience in this world is in our own world in our head. It goes through our filters and we decide how to interpret it.
Victor Frankl, was a Holocaust survivor and a psychiatrist. In his book, Man's Search for Meaning, he describes a day of digging in the frozen ground with the rest of the prisoners. It was backbreaking work under inhumane conditions. But in his mind he was with his wife feeling absolute LOVE. And warmth. He never saw her again, and he wouldn't know for years that she had already been exterminated, but for that moment, she was there with him. What he says in his book is that when all else is taken away from us: creature comforts, materials things, our family, and our freedom we still have the ability to choose your attitude and what you focus on.
The other thing is this: strip everything away and there is still love. You have the ability to feel it now at anytime. It is who we are at our core, it is what we are made up of. No matter what the circumstances, no matter what season you're in or how far away it seems, there is always LOVE. All it takes is the sincere prayer to open your heart to it and invite it in. As Rumi says,
LOVE is the religion in me.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Last week I heard a noise outside the window and looked to see that it was full of wild turkeys. I counted a flock of 50. 50!!! I snuck out the back door and took a picture . . .
And this is all I got. Apparently you can't sneak up on a flock of wild turkeys.
The only mistakes I regret are those I didn't learn from. ~Richard Branson
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Jerry Stocking says that the definition of love is inclusion. I think that's the nature of an enlightened experience~feeling included and at one with everything. We are in this world to experience, to learn, to grow, to love. That's my belief, what's yours? We find evidence or lack of anything through our belief systems. Is your God a loving God? Is your God a wrathful God? Is your God indifferent? Is your God non-existent? Is the world a playground or a war zone? You'll find evidence for all these, depending on what belief goggles you're wearing.
When you try on a different pair of goggles, you'll begin to see a different world. Colin Tipping says that when you have the willingness to do something, you create a space for it to manifest. You open the door to allow whatever it is, to show up in your life. What are you willing to have a new willingness about today?
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Really? Do not pour in the direction of people or OVER people? Hahahahaha
You know that some nut prolly did this, so they have to warn against it. Or their Legal Dept. is ruling out all options of misuse. There was also the do not submerge in water while plugged warning. But I already knew about that one because I have a hairdryer. ;-)
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Mum: Do you remember Bill McPorter? [not his real name]
Me: Ruth’s friend from school?
Me: Oh, he was an acolyte at church?
Mum: No, he went to the karate studio.
Mum: He was a black belt?
Mum: Well, anyway. He died.
Me: Sorry to hear that?
Mum: Would you like to go to the VHCS dance at the country club with me on Saturday?
Me: Is it formal?
Mum: Well, you do have to get gussied up. You have something to wear, I’m sure.
Me: I pretty much gussy down. But I’ll look.
Mum: I have to go to Bill’s funeral before that, I don’t suppose you’d want to go to that . . .
Me: Is it open casket? Oh….Now I remember you . . . sorry you’re dead.
No, I think I’ll stick with the dance.
Sounds like a Larry David episode, doesn’t it?
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Today is freezing rain. Schools are cancelled and so will my hair appointment be. Good day to stay in and read a good book or watch a movie. And this would be a good one:
Dear Frankie. AWESOME movie!
Monday, January 5, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
My cup runneth over: YAY, me! Everything is going my way!
My cup runneth over: Enough, already. It's all too much.
Whatever cup you're holding today, when it's runnething over, it's a good time to take a pause . . . either to have a moment of gratitude for all that abundance
to go to that place of stillness where you can take time to empty some of it out to make room for something different. What do you want to keep? What do you want to let go of? What are you grateful for in this moment?
Never mind if your cup is half-full or half-empty. What are you putting into your cup? You get to choose. Perhaps you're holding more than one cup. Is it yours to hold? In every moment we get to decide:
*how many cups we hold
*what kind they are
*how we will fill them and--with what.
Today my cup is a chalice filled with gratitude for all of it: the good & the bad-- because what I might judge as "bad" today, could be the best thing that ever happened to me 10 years from now. Jerry Stocking says that when you resist the bad, you deny 50% of life. Pushing it away only prolongs it.
My cup runneth over. THANK YOU.