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Thursday, August 4, 2011
My incredible grandmother.
Black History month is a reminder to me that I am a part of Canadian Black History, not just because I grew up here and built my life here but because my family has made contributions to the fabric of life in this country and specifically in the City of Toronto.
Although I may think of my Grandmother often, February gives me the opportunity to really assess what she accomplished as a young woman, way back in 1927, when she left her native Jamaica, on board a ship headed toward Halifax and other places she never heard of in her life. I suppose if she had been born to one of the wealthy Jamaican families whose children were highly educated about the world, it might have been different but she was a simple, poorly educated girl whose strength was tested over and over as she struggled to find a way to help her large family back home. At the core of her desire to do better was her only child, born into sadness and heartbreak, who she left behind with an uncaring father. In her dreams, it was clear that in the land of opportunity, if she could find a way to give him more opportunity for a better life, then she would do so.
I have been to Halifax a few times. Mostly, I go by plane, complete my business there, sight see a little and then return. On my last visit there I was alone. My wandering footsteps took me to the train station. In a moment of clarity back in 2004, I realized that my grandmother would not have landed in Ontario without first been processed through the maritime port, which boasted so much history of its own. It dawned on me that indeed my own history in Canada began at that point. When Agatha boarded a train from Halifax headed to Kingsville Ontario she opened doors not just for herself but for many of those who came after.
Years after her arrival in Canada, and by then married to a wonderful man who had taken a similar journey, my grandmother settled in Toronto. With very little education, she worked at menial jobs, saving nickels and dimes to find a way to buy a house. In 1940, she purchased a property on Dufferin St. and there she used her kind heart and natural ability to organize her family, her community and her heritage so that what she was not able to achieve with her son, she was able to achieve with her grandchildren.
As a child growing up in Toronto in the fifties, my siblings and I were different. Many times there were no other Black children around to reflect our own experience, although diversity was not uncommon in my neighbourhood. My grandmother was able to generate a sense of confidence and deep aspiration within us to achieve what she did not. Education and independence were her keywords. I believe that no matter what success I have in life, I will not be able to match the success of my greatest role model, my Grandmother and each February as Black history month rolls around, that is where I turn my thoughts and my deep pride.
Although I may think of my Grandmother often, February gives me the opportunity to really assess what she accomplished as a young woman, way back in 1927, when she left her native Jamaica, on board a ship headed toward Halifax and other places she never heard of in her life. I suppose if she had been born to one of the wealthy Jamaican families whose children were highly educated about the world, it might have been different but she was a simple, poorly educated girl whose strength was tested over and over as she struggled to find a way to help her large family back home. At the core of her desire to do better was her only child, born into sadness and heartbreak, who she left behind with an uncaring father. In her dreams, it was clear that in the land of opportunity, if she could find a way to give him more opportunity for a better life, then she would do so.
I have been to Halifax a few times. Mostly, I go by plane, complete my business there, sight see a little and then return. On my last visit there I was alone. My wandering footsteps took me to the train station. In a moment of clarity back in 2004, I realized that my grandmother would not have landed in Ontario without first been processed through the maritime port, which boasted so much history of its own. It dawned on me that indeed my own history in Canada began at that point. When Agatha boarded a train from Halifax headed to Kingsville Ontario she opened doors not just for herself but for many of those who came after.
Years after her arrival in Canada, and by then married to a wonderful man who had taken a similar journey, my grandmother settled in Toronto. With very little education, she worked at menial jobs, saving nickels and dimes to find a way to buy a house. In 1940, she purchased a property on Dufferin St. and there she used her kind heart and natural ability to organize her family, her community and her heritage so that what she was not able to achieve with her son, she was able to achieve with her grandchildren.
As a child growing up in Toronto in the fifties, my siblings and I were different. Many times there were no other Black children around to reflect our own experience, although diversity was not uncommon in my neighbourhood. My grandmother was able to generate a sense of confidence and deep aspiration within us to achieve what she did not. Education and independence were her keywords. I believe that no matter what success I have in life, I will not be able to match the success of my greatest role model, my Grandmother and each February as Black history month rolls around, that is where I turn my thoughts and my deep pride.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
The loss
What does one do when their hero dies? Bring back memories of what made that person a hero. When I was a child growing up, my hero or heroine as they used to be called was Elizabeth Taylor. I loved everything about her, admired her hair, her figure, her acting, her choice in husband, her lovely eyes and eyebrows. My room was full of her pictures and if I ws going to pursue another career, it would have been to act because she drew me to the profession with her wide array of characters.
Almost every news story today has been about her love life. It was wild but she came from a generation of women who did not live with men unless they were married. It is always the lead story. Let the lead be the wonderful actress and humanitarian that she was. Let's talk about her roles and what she brought to the screen.
I have seen so many of her movies, I have probably forgotten more than I remember. In that time of living differently, probably my favourite would be The V.I.P.'S. As soon as I saw her smoke a cigarette, I knew that I wanted to look just like her. I hope that anyone reading this will remember that smoking used to be cool.
She was lovely in that film and in my opinion at her loveliest. My favourite photo, her and Mike Todd and their little daughter, shortly after her birth.
She was great, a true legend, a gorgeous beauty and a fine actress. May she rest in peace.
Almost every news story today has been about her love life. It was wild but she came from a generation of women who did not live with men unless they were married. It is always the lead story. Let the lead be the wonderful actress and humanitarian that she was. Let's talk about her roles and what she brought to the screen.
I have seen so many of her movies, I have probably forgotten more than I remember. In that time of living differently, probably my favourite would be The V.I.P.'S. As soon as I saw her smoke a cigarette, I knew that I wanted to look just like her. I hope that anyone reading this will remember that smoking used to be cool.
She was lovely in that film and in my opinion at her loveliest. My favourite photo, her and Mike Todd and their little daughter, shortly after her birth.
She was great, a true legend, a gorgeous beauty and a fine actress. May she rest in peace.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Signs and omens
I do seem to spend more time writing than reading. I think I even spend more time buying books than actually sitting down to read, something which is troublesome but mostly due to work restrictions. Even if I only scan a book quickly, what is important is the message. I scanned a book about signs and omens. It would have been one of those that would have been lovely to read. I get its message. Really, just pay attention to things which happen in a day. There is always something to be gleaned from it, or something which will have importance.
Today, on one of my shortened forays into the big city, I did my usual round of hairdresser, dentist, shopping and just idly noting all the changes in my old neighbourhood. Towards the end of the day, when I dropped of my hubby for a long overdue haircut and I went to the Occult shop to browse for the 15 minutes it would take to trim his hair. By the end of the day, four things which hold some significance melded together in a message I need to assess.
In a newspaper my husband picked up earlier there was a story about the great Ethiopian runner Abebe Bikila, my olympic hero. It was the anniversary of his olympic win. Imagine 50 years celebrated on September 10. How lovely to see this honour for him. Kip Keino would be my other hero. Their courage and stories were so inspirational to me as a young girl.
The Occult shop had an interesting book called Hekate Soteiro. It was expensive. I was told by the sales girl that it was Sarah Iles Johnston's PhD paper. I had to buy it. Hecate is my current hero. Although not new, I noticed for the first time, the Crow's Magick tarot deck. My book, The Will to be True/In the Shadow of the Blackbird depends heavily on the myths of the Blackbird, raven or crow in part two. An image of the crow sits on it cover. Finally, I have wanted to be a JP for a long time. I applied before and was not successful but they are looking for candidates again and I will try again.
Four signs/omens - things generally important or special to me. Where this is going I don't know. Lately, I feel change, a need to retire from nursing and move into something else. Maybe this is the time to make change.
Today, on one of my shortened forays into the big city, I did my usual round of hairdresser, dentist, shopping and just idly noting all the changes in my old neighbourhood. Towards the end of the day, when I dropped of my hubby for a long overdue haircut and I went to the Occult shop to browse for the 15 minutes it would take to trim his hair. By the end of the day, four things which hold some significance melded together in a message I need to assess.
In a newspaper my husband picked up earlier there was a story about the great Ethiopian runner Abebe Bikila, my olympic hero. It was the anniversary of his olympic win. Imagine 50 years celebrated on September 10. How lovely to see this honour for him. Kip Keino would be my other hero. Their courage and stories were so inspirational to me as a young girl.
The Occult shop had an interesting book called Hekate Soteiro. It was expensive. I was told by the sales girl that it was Sarah Iles Johnston's PhD paper. I had to buy it. Hecate is my current hero. Although not new, I noticed for the first time, the Crow's Magick tarot deck. My book, The Will to be True/In the Shadow of the Blackbird depends heavily on the myths of the Blackbird, raven or crow in part two. An image of the crow sits on it cover. Finally, I have wanted to be a JP for a long time. I applied before and was not successful but they are looking for candidates again and I will try again.
Four signs/omens - things generally important or special to me. Where this is going I don't know. Lately, I feel change, a need to retire from nursing and move into something else. Maybe this is the time to make change.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Studying the circumstances
We are now well past the bloom of summer. My lovely clematis are struggling to still put out the occasional bloom and today I found new branches on my lavender. How nice to see even a dying plant struggling for the last gasp of warmth to remind us how beautiful it was and will be again.
Feeling much better about the future. My husband's recovering in a way which has been challenging but we are working towards a future which now seems permanent, where as before there was nothing to build on. Nothing is final yet. He still has a long way to go but it is one step at a time.
Publishing my book, The Will to be True/In the Shadow of the Blackbird and finally getting it on the shelf and hopefully selling has been a revelation. I am no longer excited. I am determined! The most exciting part was picking the cover and seeing the first hardcopy. Selling it is definitely not my strong point. I hope people will be kind and buy it. Just like my husband's progress, sales will be slow and require that I put in more effort than the writing but I am liking this.
Gee, it feels like giving birth to a baby and wanting to tell everyone its the most beautiful ever. We need someone else to do that without looking foolish. So I thank those who buy my 'baby' and tell me its beautiful. It warms my heart, as it should and makes me want to make another one. Fortunately, unlike caring for real babies which is my life's work, there will be no sleepless nights and I would be doing something I really enjoy in this fall season of my life.
Feeling much better about the future. My husband's recovering in a way which has been challenging but we are working towards a future which now seems permanent, where as before there was nothing to build on. Nothing is final yet. He still has a long way to go but it is one step at a time.
Publishing my book, The Will to be True/In the Shadow of the Blackbird and finally getting it on the shelf and hopefully selling has been a revelation. I am no longer excited. I am determined! The most exciting part was picking the cover and seeing the first hardcopy. Selling it is definitely not my strong point. I hope people will be kind and buy it. Just like my husband's progress, sales will be slow and require that I put in more effort than the writing but I am liking this.
Gee, it feels like giving birth to a baby and wanting to tell everyone its the most beautiful ever. We need someone else to do that without looking foolish. So I thank those who buy my 'baby' and tell me its beautiful. It warms my heart, as it should and makes me want to make another one. Fortunately, unlike caring for real babies which is my life's work, there will be no sleepless nights and I would be doing something I really enjoy in this fall season of my life.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
ON THE HOME STRETCH
When paul McCartney sang of the long and winding road, he knew. Even still, I consider this journey of mine and my husband' to have been fairly short in the scheme of things but long just the same. It is a winding road which right now seems to have landed right back where we started just over a year ago. Even if we are on the same summit I hope the way we move from here will have a different outcome.
The surgery to replace his hip was over 4 hours long. He was home in 4 days, weakened but the experience and not yet seeing a walking light at the end of the tunnel. We are back to wheel chairs and walkers again. He is just reliving trauma but I see definite hope for the future. His pain in combination with his experience last year is disheartening. I am seeing it differently and while I cannot now tell him that his pain is 'better', he is in a kinder gentler place and I have hope.
The surgery to replace his hip was over 4 hours long. He was home in 4 days, weakened but the experience and not yet seeing a walking light at the end of the tunnel. We are back to wheel chairs and walkers again. He is just reliving trauma but I see definite hope for the future. His pain in combination with his experience last year is disheartening. I am seeing it differently and while I cannot now tell him that his pain is 'better', he is in a kinder gentler place and I have hope.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Moving forward
I don't want to die now but I wonder sometimes if I did, how would any find all the bits and pieces of my life and how would they ever be able to pull it all together. Blogs, twitters and tweets, my spaces, and facebooks. I hope somewhere along the line to inspire someone in my own way.
What's it all for? My favourite time is still just sitting and writing stories and loving it. While I am driving my car along roads lined with verdant fields, chapters of books just form in my head and run away with me. If I can't sit and write when I get home I feel stuffed with the words and ideas. I have to put it down on paper before it stifles me. I can't move on until its on paper. I can't hold one idea while I gestate another. Odd for someone used to multitasking.
I have rediscovered Martin Page again, and found his latest album. His face and music have helped me to write and develop another story for fanfiction. What a beautiful magic carpet is music....the rides we travel on that carpet are wonderful. I have also rediscovered Ana Belen and her wonderful interpretation of Lorca's poetry. So much to inspire and so little time to absorb it all.
What's it all for? My favourite time is still just sitting and writing stories and loving it. While I am driving my car along roads lined with verdant fields, chapters of books just form in my head and run away with me. If I can't sit and write when I get home I feel stuffed with the words and ideas. I have to put it down on paper before it stifles me. I can't move on until its on paper. I can't hold one idea while I gestate another. Odd for someone used to multitasking.
I have rediscovered Martin Page again, and found his latest album. His face and music have helped me to write and develop another story for fanfiction. What a beautiful magic carpet is music....the rides we travel on that carpet are wonderful. I have also rediscovered Ana Belen and her wonderful interpretation of Lorca's poetry. So much to inspire and so little time to absorb it all.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Busy time
Well, publicity for the book is quite the event. I have 7 or 8 places to write and share information about my book and also connect with others who are avid readers, writers, or just lovers of prose.
On the social front, my beloved clematis are the most beautiful I have ever seen. This year the red ones came up first in massive bloom, overshadowing everything in the small garden space. I am not a gardener but i do love to see at least one or two types of flowers in abundance. Clematis is the most heartening to me. When my mother died, I took the Bach Flower remedy clematis to help with my grief. I must have an affinity for the flower essence. Even though I still grieve, I felt the lessening of my heart tension within days. I was actually able to view her loss, with love for her life, and struggles at the end. I will always love clematis and perhaps when I retire and have time to keep a real garden, it will be as full of those flowers as anything else.
In the meantime, for those who have read about my husband, he will be facing fix-it surgery, next month, I hope. It has been a long and tough year of recovery to even 45% of where he was. Let's hope the surgery will improve things a bit more. We'll see and will keep you posted here.
On the social front, my beloved clematis are the most beautiful I have ever seen. This year the red ones came up first in massive bloom, overshadowing everything in the small garden space. I am not a gardener but i do love to see at least one or two types of flowers in abundance. Clematis is the most heartening to me. When my mother died, I took the Bach Flower remedy clematis to help with my grief. I must have an affinity for the flower essence. Even though I still grieve, I felt the lessening of my heart tension within days. I was actually able to view her loss, with love for her life, and struggles at the end. I will always love clematis and perhaps when I retire and have time to keep a real garden, it will be as full of those flowers as anything else.
In the meantime, for those who have read about my husband, he will be facing fix-it surgery, next month, I hope. It has been a long and tough year of recovery to even 45% of where he was. Let's hope the surgery will improve things a bit more. We'll see and will keep you posted here.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Found at last!
One of the most important things for me is to have a visualization of my characters when I am writing. I mean, they are in my head but being able to put a face up on screen is almost impossible. Nothing ever matches one's personal internal view. For years, I have looked at photos of red headed women, trying to find my ideal Stephanie and my ideal Georgette. The men were pretty easy to organize.
In this past week I have found both women. Shocking when I realize that I probably looked at three thousand photos or more. I can now scan a page of 75 in seconds. Kristin Kreuk is the Georgette of my fantasies. She just seemed to fit the part. I saw a photo, one in which her Chinese heritage isnt so obvious. Didn't know who she was. I only watch news and cable TV. Well I saw her face and knew this was the ideal image. Unlike fotosearch which has thousands of nameless photos, there was a name attached to this one which I found on a hair blog. When I googled her and looked at more pictures and read her biography, I was hooked. She is a little shorter than the woman in my story but that matters less and less.
I was so happy? Yes! because someday I hope to see this story of mine on screen, whether big or small and I am already looking for my cast. How's that for dreaming?
My delightful Vasily Stephanov continues to be the dream man of my Beauty and the Beast stories www.fanfiction.net . What a perfect match he was! Now I just need to find and/or identify my heroine Stephanie. If you know any tall exciting titian redheads, send a photo. BTW I have already been to the redhead goddess forum.
V24
In this past week I have found both women. Shocking when I realize that I probably looked at three thousand photos or more. I can now scan a page of 75 in seconds. Kristin Kreuk is the Georgette of my fantasies. She just seemed to fit the part. I saw a photo, one in which her Chinese heritage isnt so obvious. Didn't know who she was. I only watch news and cable TV. Well I saw her face and knew this was the ideal image. Unlike fotosearch which has thousands of nameless photos, there was a name attached to this one which I found on a hair blog. When I googled her and looked at more pictures and read her biography, I was hooked. She is a little shorter than the woman in my story but that matters less and less.
I was so happy? Yes! because someday I hope to see this story of mine on screen, whether big or small and I am already looking for my cast. How's that for dreaming?
My delightful Vasily Stephanov continues to be the dream man of my Beauty and the Beast stories www.fanfiction.net . What a perfect match he was! Now I just need to find and/or identify my heroine Stephanie. If you know any tall exciting titian redheads, send a photo. BTW I have already been to the redhead goddess forum.
V24
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Wedding Season
It is getting closer to the wedding season. I have already done two this year so far but the sad thing is that there is only one more booked. I love doing weddings. It is a fun occasion and although I don't get to stay and party with the couple, just the set up, the ceremony of it, the fun for everyone and the moment when the bride shines coming down the aisle are really worth it. Funny but when I got married it wasn't as important to have all the trimmings. We didn't have a house. We didn't have lots of money but we did have love and a desire to make a life together and we did. Working for those things as partners made life tough but overcoming the obstacles made us stronger. As I see couples set out on their journey I wish them the same ups and downs but also the courage to make their partnership stronger every day.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
technology
Today I am blogging from the real crossroads of technology. Kids do it all the time. What about the older generation? Well, I guess we'll see!
Monday, April 19, 2010
Getting Published
Big deal...make sure that all the spelling is correct. You really need to get someone else to read it. I didn't realize how many times I can go over the same mistake because my eyes see one thing and my head sees another. Oh Well! A redo is in order. I can do it. Waaahhhhhhh!
Friday, February 26, 2010
Getting published
I am excited. It is fun to blog and to write and do lots of things but to see my story finally in print, with a cover that has my name on it is strangely exhilerating. Maybe a publisher wouldn't have wanted to take it on. Who knows. I guess we can't live in maybes forever. Time to step out of the maybe shadow and move into the light of cando. So taking matters into my own hands requires some courage. Why do I have a shortage of that. Married how many years? raised kids, held numerous jobs in so many places, always challenging myself to do better and know more and teach more?
Why the big deal? Well stories contain so much of myself. You have to be prepared to bare your soul both overtly and tacitly. Kind of scary because the feed back feels like a personal affront if it is negative and too good to be true if it is positive. This isn't the way to approach things in life. So yeah, the book is at the publishers and yes I will plug it and give it a space of its own on my web site and hope for sales and good comments but take the negatives as well and let the next story be better. I have found the courage to be where I want to be.
Why the big deal? Well stories contain so much of myself. You have to be prepared to bare your soul both overtly and tacitly. Kind of scary because the feed back feels like a personal affront if it is negative and too good to be true if it is positive. This isn't the way to approach things in life. So yeah, the book is at the publishers and yes I will plug it and give it a space of its own on my web site and hope for sales and good comments but take the negatives as well and let the next story be better. I have found the courage to be where I want to be.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
The Will to be True
All the stories I write are a compilation of the numerous events I have heard in a lifetime of interaction with people from all over the world. I thank them for sharing their stories with me. I am deeply grateful to them for trusting me with their confidences and I hope their struggle is heard in the words. I thank my eternal muse for giving me the steadfastness to complete what I start, something I have not done consistently. I am moved to write from the heart by the music I listen to every day. This story, particularly part two, was inspired by two songs written by Jane Sibbery and ably performed by k.d. lang. 'The Valley' and 'Love is Everything' and of course the main title was motivated by a Hank Loughlin favourite from years ago- Please Help Me I'm Falling. I always wanted to write a story that would explain how we would find ourselves pleading for the will to be true.
Friday, September 18, 2009
A light at the end of the tunnel...maybe
After four long months, my hubby is finally coming home. Not because he is greatly better but his sentence is up. Apparently, healing has a limited warranty. Well he is improving and will probably be better at home but home is not really the best place for activity and therapy. There are too many stairs and no quick exit in an emergency. Insurance companies suck. I don't know what they are there for. You need to be a genius to complete all the endlesss forms to fill out. Shame on them especially since we are not responsible for the accident.
On a sad note and to add to the mounting disgust with a careless driver, my dear brother in law passed away. How sad that my husband has been so disabled that he was not able to travel and spend a last few days supporting his sister in law and sister as they held his hands in death.
Truly we must sometimes wonder at what people think when they do something STUPID and then further do they know the havoc they wreck in people's lives? too sad.
My heart goes out to those who lose family members.
On a sad note and to add to the mounting disgust with a careless driver, my dear brother in law passed away. How sad that my husband has been so disabled that he was not able to travel and spend a last few days supporting his sister in law and sister as they held his hands in death.
Truly we must sometimes wonder at what people think when they do something STUPID and then further do they know the havoc they wreck in people's lives? too sad.
My heart goes out to those who lose family members.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
In moderation
Not sure how much it takes to realize that there is a time to let go. I guess if we look at sign posts along the way it will become clear. I apparently need a battering ram. When it comes to visualizing a future my vision is 220/20 in both eyes. I can't believe that I am so happy due to a silly mix up on the phone. I was supposed to do a 12 hour shift tonight. Someone else is doing the first four. Happy....You bet! Four unplanned hours to myself. Like a dream.
Puppy is happy. Too many long hours for her to be alone. I can rest before I go in...a rarity. Time to think about how I want to live my life for the rest of my life.
Last week, one of my working badges fell apart. Poor quality was my thought. Then I leaned against a table and broke another one. Time to start thinking that maybe the universe is telling me something.
Thinking about what makes me feel content always comes back to the same theme. I am working with women, teaching them to find the pathways in life, sharing what I know and learning, still learning what I can. It makes no sense to run through the best years of your life carrying so many burdens. We can't have lived our lives to now thinking 'is this all there is?'
Puppy is happy. Too many long hours for her to be alone. I can rest before I go in...a rarity. Time to think about how I want to live my life for the rest of my life.
Last week, one of my working badges fell apart. Poor quality was my thought. Then I leaned against a table and broke another one. Time to start thinking that maybe the universe is telling me something.
Thinking about what makes me feel content always comes back to the same theme. I am working with women, teaching them to find the pathways in life, sharing what I know and learning, still learning what I can. It makes no sense to run through the best years of your life carrying so many burdens. We can't have lived our lives to now thinking 'is this all there is?'
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Crescent moon post
Dear Diary...sigh....
Another weekend gone. I am still in waiting mode, unable to get my life back to normal. Not my hubby's fault. He is also gone, not living at home, part time husband, part time patient. The travel is long and arduous and plans are so hard to make.
Meetings with people I don't know and don't care about, no extra money and on and on. Where does it all end?
On the upside, Tarot classes are going well. I had forgotten how much I love cards. I gave the women five reasons for wanting to purchase cards. Love of Art was on the list. Recently, against my better judgement, because I have over 100 tarot decks, I bought another. It is the new Vampire deck. Why? Well I love Bram Stoker's dracula. The deck is based on his story. One of the court cards has Pamela Coleman Smith and anyone who knows Tarot knows her. She is a hero to modern readers. And, if not she should be. I am balancing the Tarot and the travel and of course, I am writing again because it is the only thing which keeps my mind in the present.
Another weekend gone. I am still in waiting mode, unable to get my life back to normal. Not my hubby's fault. He is also gone, not living at home, part time husband, part time patient. The travel is long and arduous and plans are so hard to make.
Meetings with people I don't know and don't care about, no extra money and on and on. Where does it all end?
On the upside, Tarot classes are going well. I had forgotten how much I love cards. I gave the women five reasons for wanting to purchase cards. Love of Art was on the list. Recently, against my better judgement, because I have over 100 tarot decks, I bought another. It is the new Vampire deck. Why? Well I love Bram Stoker's dracula. The deck is based on his story. One of the court cards has Pamela Coleman Smith and anyone who knows Tarot knows her. She is a hero to modern readers. And, if not she should be. I am balancing the Tarot and the travel and of course, I am writing again because it is the only thing which keeps my mind in the present.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Accessing friendship as a great resource
It has been such a hectic week. Change always seems to make everything bigger, harder, more complex. I suppose fatigue does the same but at least with change there is hope.
This week has been spent thinking about the wonderful ways in which friends support us. I once had the greatest friend in the world. She has passed on to summerland, as I like to call the after life. She taught me the real meaning of friendship. Even in death she has managed to draw on her energies to connect people. I thank her for returning a former friend to me. She is one of the few who can share stories of days past.
I am thankful for the friends I have now who worry about me coping with the change. I have learned to accept their support and know that I don't have to be the one to provide help.
My beautiful clematis are on the bloom. Someone commented that the purple ones look like neon. They are so bright and shiny. I love clematis. It is a creeping plant which flowers endlessly in the summer. Dr. Edward Bach used it for one of his flower remedies for 'spacey children' not paying attention, and those out of sync with life. That would be me now. I will post pictures of my flowers next time. Today I am just taking it easy.
This week has been spent thinking about the wonderful ways in which friends support us. I once had the greatest friend in the world. She has passed on to summerland, as I like to call the after life. She taught me the real meaning of friendship. Even in death she has managed to draw on her energies to connect people. I thank her for returning a former friend to me. She is one of the few who can share stories of days past.
I am thankful for the friends I have now who worry about me coping with the change. I have learned to accept their support and know that I don't have to be the one to provide help.
My beautiful clematis are on the bloom. Someone commented that the purple ones look like neon. They are so bright and shiny. I love clematis. It is a creeping plant which flowers endlessly in the summer. Dr. Edward Bach used it for one of his flower remedies for 'spacey children' not paying attention, and those out of sync with life. That would be me now. I will post pictures of my flowers next time. Today I am just taking it easy.
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