Not that you want to know the ins and outs of bathroom activity but sometimes when you are contemplating life while on the throne so to speak, you find your mind wandering; sometimes even searching around for some reading material or putting another thing on your “honey do list” if you are so inclined. Besides the kitchen, the bathroom decor gets the most use. Literally. LOL. I have to smile when I think of those books you can buy at Chapters or any used book stores of that infamous book For the Bathroom Reader. Let’s face it, we have all been there, done that. Too much information?? Yeah. Anyway I think there is a lot of thinking that goes on in the quiet of one’s morning constitution unless of course you have only one bathroom or you have little children who like to join you or the cell phone starts ringing. Geez. Getting old before my time. Oops getting sidetracked.

This morning I was thinking of my mom’s bathroom and birthdays. How in the world my mind goes to those places, I have no idea. But since I can remember, she had this long rectangular framed wooden calendar hung on the wall of the main bathroom. And as I was saying earlier, your mind can wander at times while doing your business and in this particular case, your eyes may find themselves glancing up and voila….you see this perpetual calendar with dates, name and years on it. (FYI, a perpetual calendar is not made for one year and discarded but a forever calendar designed with no year date attached to it, only the months shown or some facsimile thereof). Sometimes when visiting the little girls room, I find I glance over at the calendar automatically. Funnily my mind will notice things when I should be focusing on the business at hand, instead of noting that my mom did not change the month!!. Or holy moly, I forgot so and so’s birthday or anniversary. Or doing a quick calculation in my head to the realization that I did not know so and so was THAT old. TMI. My bad.

But, I am grateful for that perpetual calendar. Not only does it have the birth dates of the living but also mom put the end date of those dearly departed. It is not something I want to forget. Sometimes in the still quiet of the night, I feel the spirit warming my heart as I think of those who have left this earthly place. It brings much joy and sometimes freely falling tears of love. Although the ache of the loss of loved ones never leaves, it is profoundly felt especially now as December opens with Advent season as Christmas draws near. And of course, the rejoicing in the birth of Jesus, love born on Christmas. Hmmmm.

Birthdays. Celebrating a new page of your life and if you are fortunate to have friends and family, celebrating their day too. Acknowledging YOU. You are here. Oh the joy of getting older. Now let’s face it, not everyone sees a birthday as a celebration. It may even be depressing, sort of like birthday blues. Oh my. Growing older can be a bit off putting at times but maybe we should look at it as seeing how far we have come, celebrating the birth itself. Thanking God for you. Wow! Being born and being alive. Fantastic!!

Yes, there might be a tinge of hurt and loneliness, if people in your life do not even remember your birthday after awhile. Sorry for that feeling. I wonder how many people would remember birthdays if Facebook was not around? Thank goodness for small mercies….kind of like a perpetual calendar. Yet, on the other hand, if you do not tell people it is your birthday then what? It is kind of a catch 22 or even a conundrum. But thankfully God has your picture on his Samsung refrigerator to remind you, you are not alone. Just saying.

This week I celebrated my 62nd birthday. I did it!! Thank you Lord. Where did the time go? I have no idea. It is not something to hide from, although many have a thing about keeping it a state secret. Not sure why. Although I think of my mom right now who seems to celebrate her being 29 each year so I am not quite sure how that works and how I could possibly surpass her but hey, there are mysteries that cannot be explained. It behooves me to think that I have been on this planet for a long time, like 743 months, 1 week, 6 days, 5 hours, 13 minutes and 19 seconds to be exact. But the clock keeps ticking. LOL.

In celebrating my birthday, I can honestly say I have grown older but have I grown up? Well that is debatable as my brother might say to me. I guess I am on the hill now. Does this mean that I am needing more prune juice, velcro shoes, A5-35, fiber ….nah. You are as old as you feel. I got this.

A birthday is a precious gift no matter how young or old you are. And I am most grateful for the best wishes of family and friends that I have received past and present. My well is filled to the brim. To know that it is a new year before you of a new beginning, full of possibilities, of new tomorrows and promises, and a chance to meet the challenges in everything you try.

Let this day, if it is your day, be one of love and heartfelt joy in celebrating YOU. Know that this note comes with heartfelt love and joy for you on this day. As George Meredith shared “don’t just count your years, make your years count.” Wherever the year ahead takes you, I hope it’s happy. Blessings.

Let us pray for those whom are in need of our prayers and keeping the celebration of birthdays alive and well for all.

Bit of birthday humour….

After 30, a body has a mind of its own. ~ Bette Midler

Live your life and forget your age, ~ Norman Peale

Middle age is when you’re sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn’t for you. ~Ogden Nash

Just remember, once you’re over the hill you begin to pick up speed. ~Charles Schulz

The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age. ~Lucille Ball

It’s important to have a twinkle in your wrinkle. ~Author Unknown

The good thing about getting older is if you don’t want to do something you can say, I’m too old to do that! ~Kate Summers

You’ve heard of the three ages of man: Youth, middle age, and you’re looking wonderful. ~ Cardinal Spellman

Artificial intelligence is a wonderful thing. I told my computer that today is my birthday, and it said that I need an upgrade. ~ Author Unknown

Age is a number and mine is unlisted. ~ Author Unknown

I watched the Remembrance Day National Ceremony shown live at the National War Memorial in Ottawa last week. It was quite moving especially with the videographers panning and capturing the faces of those who attended the memorial. Covered in masks for the most part, the participants eyes spoke volumes to me. Is there not a saying somewhere that the eyes are like windows to your soul or something like that? Maybe William Shakespeare? Anyway, I was struck by the gamut of expression telling their own story; eyes expressing many emotions in their depths. The holding back of unshed tears, clouded looks, sightless peering off into the distance, tightly squeezed eyes shut, unguarded thoughts…maybe of memories from yesteryear. Yet they stand there proudly in the midst of the many, a young and old gathering of the human heart.

How do we support keeping the ‘remembering’ and hold steadfastly the memories of those men and women who gave up their own lives so that we as a country can enjoy the unbelievable fruits of their sacrifices. As I was readying myself for the moment of silence, I surfed the net seeking out pieces of work connected to Remembrance Day and I came across a video clip on Youtube. One piece in particular spoke volumes to me titled a A Pittance of Time, a music video written and performed by Terry Kelly many moons ago. I believe he is a Canadian folk singer from the Maritimes. Talk about moving the heart, the song jiggled and jostled me inside and out prompting my eyes in shedding a tear or two. How the video creates such a poignant telling message in such a way to provoke a response to “stop and pause” for just a pittance of time?? Wow! Perfect words for me because for goodness sake, can we not pause for a moment!!

The realization that many peoples across the world living today have not experienced such wars and devastations as from our past does not bode well for keeping the memories alive. An old adage of ‘we do not know what we do not know’ makes it difficult to give real meaning to the many horrors and devastations that have reeked havoc historically and still continue in certain parts of our world to this day. The why what where who when and how falls and fails in its learnings and losses from the past, shaping and molding our present and future. I think that is why the phrase ‘pittance of time’ speaks to me so strongly and heartrendingly. To give over for just a moment, a stoppage to one’s ‘busy’ lived life and allowing such a day like Remembrance Day for instance, to be honoured and commemorated.

Moving moments, a mere pittance of time. What prevents the pause? Hmmmm. Do you not have a song or passage or poem or saying or image or book or even a tradition that for some reason you hold on to, bring out (if you remember) at different times over the course of the year? No matter how many times you have listened, heard, read, touched or carried the experience out, it tugs at the heartstrings, making an indelible impression; affecting the heart, mind, spirit, funny bone. Oh I have lots of them and they are so good to hold on to.

The feeling of those touching moments, times where you are awe struck, captivated, paused. I think we need ‘a pittance’ of poignant once in awhile. Don’t you? Does that sound kind of crazy? The spirit within seems to be in need of a sliver of a teardrop, a chortle, a sigh, a happiness to come in, even a sadness too so as to stir the soul within for a bit, the heart of you.

November is a perfect month, albeit darker shorter daylight in the day, to sidle up to slowing your roll, grabbing the clock as it were (or digital watch or Big Ben or hourglass or timepiece or Apple watch etc) and awakening to the changes marked by giving over to this month that has been dedicated to memories of loved ones gone, past and present. It does not take much out of your day, next to nothing really, to spend a candlelit time so to speak. A mere pittance of time.

Yes there will be plenty of memories that are quite nostalgic in nature, putting you into a space of smiles and chuckles, unsullied and joyful, as you muse about the past of a person you are thinking of. To give over to the memory and give it a tiny amount of you and your time, you may pull up that old letter from them (email or twitter or Facebook today), play an old song, look at old photos, or maybe even cook a meal that reminds you of them. But on the other side, often with a greater intensity of emotion, some memories can come crashing in which are not so life-giving in nature, resurrecting and bringing up old thoughts of anger or sadness or hurt onto wards the loss of someone. I refer to them as triggers. Sometimes these come out of the blue and other times not so much because a certain event or situation triggers an onslaught of long ago thought to be forgotten feelings. Hmmm.

The act of remembering is a gift whether it evokes joyful glee and heel-kicking or filled with a deep sadness and sorrow and regret. Remembering does something for you and I…it gives each of us our own story, snippets of mini moments, that shape us in some way. A wondrous realization of thanksgiving and forgiveness.

Light up a life in remembrance even if for a pittance of time. Blessings today.

Let us pray for those whom are in need of our prayers and for those who struggle with remembering and keeping memories.

It is apple pie and cinnamon time. Fresh loaves of bread newly out of the oven. Tasty preserves and canning galore lining the counters of many a home. Trekking through the treed archway laden with a thick carpet of colour. Can you not smell the rich familiar aromas wafting their way through the market stalls? I welcome the fall with open arms from its’ radiant colours to the crisp chilly air to the bounty of harvest abounding eatables. Everywhere I look I see the vivid signs of autumn being shared, a wealth of resplendent beauty to the human eye. There is something about the hue of the autumn celestial and earthen palette that speaks to my very soul, offering a peace and gentle quiet. Can colours have such an impact? Oh yes I say, oh yes.

What is it about the fall that creates a homey cozy feeling within? Do you not remember those times in your childhood and youth where the wonder of the seasons come to play in your own backyard? I can think back to the many times my dad or mom would rake the leaves into neat piles around the yard. And we being kids would very kindly and most carefully plow through them, causing havoc and chaos with the leaves. Yes, good times had by all. Well some of us at least.

The autumn splendour captures the heart and mind with its dramatic antonymic presence. The brilliance of autumn colours while baring the trees of its clothes; the fresh cool air while blustery winds sweep deep; the playful crunch of the fallen leaves while blanketing for change of season ahead; rich arrayed palette of earth and sky while leading to the dark of winter; and a balance of light while darkness. It is a time of preparing to letting go, a tell tale sign of nature’s cycle releasing things that have been a burden.

Christopher Hill, a writer of Holidays and Holy Nights, talks of the onset of fall as “the dynamics of the fall of the year have the sweep of a great symphony or an epic poem.” I am not sure why autumn does such stirrings to heart and mind. Maybe it is the boldness of the colours blended and interwoven so beautifully into the earth and sky. You can be quite riveted just in your stance, solidly cemented in your walk, to the lyrical sway and soaring of colour. It is more than a splash but a canvas capturing a moment of significance. Can the magnificence of what is before truly be real?

Autumn creates a place for readiness. Change is obviously inevitable as you can see and feel. Sadly I have placed summer sandals up on the shoe rack, sitting squarely with its worn torn soles from plenty of walk and talks, galavanting and scouring the rocky shores and cliffs and sand and surf. No more. And with that the cool nights of August bright have moved to a chilliness, which calls out for the sweaters and toques, and bulky attire befitting the quilted bedspread that has found its way atop the sleeping cozy berth. Did I mention cozy?

Getting a text last evening from my sister she shares the closing down of summer ware. Putting to rest in the shed, the screens and chairs, barbecues and umbrellas, toys and nets. Chopping back the foliage along the lane, readying for the upcoming snowplowing of lane. The fleeting nature of the seasons, all is put to bed. But in that, it is okay. Your mind can adapt to change, a consciousness that sees the goodness and spends the time dwelling of living daily to the fullest.

Living fully, you have affection for life lived, the world around you. You take in autumn, knowing that it is momentary, but still abounding with all its gorgeousness and majesty, and embrace the gifts of nature’s best. Have you ever heard of Tibetan monks practice the turning of teacups. I am not sure why I am thinking of it now. But somewhere in a distant memory I recall that they would turn their teacup face down at night….maybe as a way of saying you never know how life turns. But in the morning they awake and then turn teacup right side up, seeing a new day to celebrate. It’s all good. Yes because you can kick and shout and frolic. Yes frolic. It is not such a bad thing to do. Be playful. Romp. Prance. Bounce. Why not? Hahaha.

Although autumn can be fleeting in nature, dramatic even, it has a character and charm about it; almost like a study in contrasts. Does that make sense? I think of the squirrels and chipmunks scurrying around, gathering the fruits of nature’s labour, to store up for the upcoming season of bare and cold. Lean times ahead. Message or reminder for us maybe. Yet you watch them in the gathering of necessary food, they do the romp and frolic and scamper. In other words, having the time of their life. Why ever not? The bounty of the harvest is plentiful, much like the tradition of Thanksgiving and thanksgiving meal. So celebrate. The signal of autumn equinox coming, dark and light of days doing a balancing act draws near. So frolic, for goodness sake. (: Before dark takes over at 4:30 at night and does not leave until 7:45 am the next day. Grrrr.

Enjoy the day, rain or shine, dark or light, autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go (Randy Frazier). Blessings to you all this day.

Hoodies, hot cocoa, boots, jeans, cuddling, crisp air, flushed cheeks. I live for Autumn. ~coolnsmart.com

I always start running in the fall. Not all of me, just my nose. ~coolpun.com

A distinct smell…a mixture of the dried leaves on the ground and the smoke from the chimneys and the sweet ripe apples. ~bestquite.com

I remember when the only things that tasted like pumpkin….were pumpkins. ~maxine.com

My leaves are dead. Everyone come over with your rakes and pay your respects. ~maxine.com

Notice that autumn is the season of the soul than of nature. ~Friedrich Nietzsche

Anyone who thinks that fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing in the wind. ~ Shira Tamar

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. ~ Robert Browning

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, no fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds — November!” ~Thomas Hood

I love a brisk fall leaves especially when the wind blows into the neighbours yard. ~maxine.com

See it, smell it, taste it, and forget the time of day or year. Autumn needs no clock or calendar. ~ Hal Borland

What are the things that we most value in life? Can you name them off the top of your head? At this moment it is time and what is happening with the time given and spent? I think of J. R. R. Tolkien’s words from the Fellowship of the Ring. He said, “all we have to decide is what to do with the time we are given.” Do you look at the day before you and say, “What a great day! Thank you for this time”? Having time, just being able to have it, that is what is meaningful. And each day you wake up, you have been given the time to do and be and see and feel all that is around you. I think of my grandpa and remember what he said to me so many moons ago, “when I woke up and could feel the floor beneath my feet, it was a good day“. It is a memory with a lasting message that means more to me now than ever before.

Deep breath here. Time. The cycle of time, that goes by so fast, continuous, never ending, and beckons one in asking the question “how was time spent?” Oh my. Where to start? Do I talk about me getting up way too early this morning because I wanted a few moments to myself. Why one may ask? Well it is a great question. So lately, my reality has been, taking care of my granddaughter. Yes, for the next little while I get to babysit my youngest granddaughter, bless her little 19-month old heart. Why? No brainer. I love my grandkids. But seriously, there is a daycare shortage of spaces available in Ontario, especially for under two year olds. So those who have daycare, be in gratitude because it is very difficult to find daycare during this time. Thankfully I can help out.

Spending time with my youngest granddaughter is a gift beyond measure. However, I must qualify that too. Let’s just say that I am recognizing that my brain works way better than the body parts of me, especially my knees, memory of songs, and arm muscles. Lifting a little one seems cute until you lift and carry her for a bit as her little legs are tired from the outdoor park/walk or has a booboo or the playground equipment as height and such are not a thing to her. Then indoor play. For goodness sake, invest in knee pads if you are over 60. These old knees are susceptible to bone creaking and no give and take on an unforgiving carpetless floor and play area. LOL. Thank goodness for the invention of those puzzle pieced Disney spongy floor mats (grateful to my daughter for the purchase too). Yes, I kneel, lay, sit, crawl on those little Disney princesses picture images emboldened in the mat because I need to (sorry princess girls). Little one, PLEASE stay on the mat. Hahaha. Listening skills 101. Well she needs practice in hearing me. Aaaaahhhhh.

Being with one grandchild does not allow me to spend time with my much missed other two grandkids. It is not as if I can be in two places at once unless I purchase the state of the art Harry Potter’s Hermione’s Time Turner. Kind of a bittersweet quandary to feel not being able to be with both. Yet, time can be stopped, paused, captured, fully alive too. Praise to the cell phone makers and shakers, testing the endless limits to what that device can do. Or the new version of reality presence, you got zoomed. Unbelievable! Regardless, in a matter of seconds beautiful faces come to the screen just waiting to be pinched. Haha. How the world has changed. FYI: Do not for a second think that I would replace face to face but I’ll save the pondering of the nuances of video chat/zoomed” world for another time.

Anyway, last weekend, I was given a couple of moments in time with my mom that moved me to pause the time; hold onto for a second. So the Saturday my sister and I went to visit my mom in nursing home. We caught her sleeping in her wheelchair and woke her up. I am not sure if that did it, but she was serious and kept this kind of blank fierce stare for most of visit. Now my older sister can be quite crusty with her jokes, teasing and egging mom on, trying to get her going. Nothing would do. One moment her face was fierce looking and the next tears rolled down her eyes. Holy moly. We, my sister and I, had our masks on, and tears began to roll down our cheeks too. It was such a tender, heartbreaking and poignant moment of not knowing the why. I could see my mom trying to push out words but they would not come out. Nothing. Which made it harder to stop the flow of tears streaming down her face and ours. Geez. Holy mighty Lord. Why? My sister bent over and said to our mom, “Mom I am so sorry this is happening to you. I wish it did not. So much.” Hard to leave. So grateful it was supper time because somehow the word supper brought mom back. Dementia is not nice.

But the next day on my visit, with my dad and me this time, to see her, she was smiles and seemed to be in good spirits. We had a good visit. She even seemed to be able to respond to questions as I asked her how come our brother’s name begins with “M” but the three girls all have “k” sounding names. What’s up with that? She laughed when dad said well the name “Kucky” would not do. Must be an inside joke between them. LOL. It was a beautiful visit and more so towards end of time, when we took her to lunch, my mom reached out her hand to my dad as I wheeled her chair down the all and they held hands to the dining room. I am telling you in that moment, a time of love etched in my mind, I am most grateful. Each moment of time counts if we only but know it.

Time is precious, don’t you find? Although if you are a clock watcher, time seems to slow down. It does not go any faster if you give it the ‘eye’ or ‘the look’ as you monitor its lack of progress. LOL. I have heard that the best things take time, which does not give permission to always be late. One pet peeve of mine is hearing ‘just 5 more minutes’. Honestly it still bothers me to this day. Trying to get your child up in time to get to school on time, there would be a voice echoing down the hall, “just 5 more minutes”. I see RED. I mean it. Not one of my finer moments as a mom. Ugh. Seriously. So this past summer when we were getting things ready for the wedding day ahead, my daughter still sleeping, said sleepily “just 5 more minutes”. Nine years since I heard that. But this time, haha, I walked out. Lesson learned. LOL.

So for now, be patient with the time you have. It is not the quantity but the quality of time in what you choose to do with it as you will. For time funnily enough, does not wait for you, it keeps on ticking. And you can waste time for you cannot retrieve it. I think a realistic phrase by my middle daughter recently saying “woulda shoulda coulda”. It is so true. But time is ours even though many would say are you kidding. But it is. You can choose. It may appear less than altruistic to others of how you use it, but it is a valuable and precious resource that each of us has in our grasp.

So cheers to time, active time that is relentless, irreversible, wasted, controlled, elusive. Give the gift of time to those whom are in need. Blessings.

Time passes too quickly when your getting ready to do something you do not want to do. ~Courtney Summers

Realize that you have the time to whine and complain about it you have the time to do something about it. ~Anthony D’Angelo

Learn to appreciate what you have, before time makes you appreciate what you had. ~Unknown

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not. Stephen King, The Green Mile

I always arrive late to the office but I make up for it by leaving early. ~Quotesgram

It’s almost bed time. So I’ll just check my email, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and watch my one of my favourite season show on Netflix.~ coolfunnyjokes.com

It is not enough to be busy. The question is: what are we busy about? Henry D Thoreau

We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams. ~ Jeremy Irons

If we take care of the moments, the years will take care of themselves. Maria Edgeworth

I have 206 bones, 650 muscles, 50 billion cells in my body. It takes time to wake up all of them up in the morning. ~coolfunnyquotes.com

Whether it is the best of times or the worst of times, its the only time we got. ~ Art Bushwald

Time is precious….waste it wisely. ~cherrybam.com

With money, you can buy a clock. But not time. ~Chinese Proverb

Don’t say “There’s still time” or “Maybe next time”. Because there is also the concept of “It’s too late.” ~ Anon

This past summer, I witnessed a gift and blessing that I have really not fully appreciated until recently. I know that I have not given the event its due. What in the world! An event!! Am I for real? How insignificant in word choice? Event!! Holy lightning!! Just put it down to writer’s block and inappropriateness here, a lapse in honouring these two special people. For goodness sake!! My daughter got married and no it was not an event but a holy moly MY DAUGHTER GOT MARRIED! Woohoo! Yippee!! Hooray!!! Glory be!!!! Kick the heels! She did it!! I mean they, the two, both of them, yes…got married. Tied the knot. Wed. Got hitched. Two became one. Bless their hearts.

I want to say before I go any further that I do not want to embarrass my daughter with my thoughts but I probably will. So I am going to apologize now, seek forgiveness and oops, sorry daughter of mine.

I’m calm now. Yes, my middle daughter and fiancee got married this summer during the pandemic. They had been planning it for 2 years and had to postpone it last summer with the hope of the remnants of Covid-19 would be well behind. Let’s hear it for the bride and groom. Oops. Nope. A toast to a cancelled wedding. Not funny. So they decided no more waiting because at the end of the day, what was most important to them – – to be wed. And to be honest, the worry and fret involved in planning a normal wedding (which is up for debate) exasperated by the protocols and rules of pandemic social distancing etc, created a mountain of crazy. How in the world to answer the swirl of questions….who could come or not come, who to invite and not invite, how to make people feel welcomed and safe (operative word), seating. Flight-no flight. No dance-dance. Hug – no hug. Inside – outside. Book – not book.

I look back to that late August afternoon with the sunlight shining gloriously upon the couple before us with wonder. I saw my beautiful and gracious daughter stand before the man she loves responding to a time honoured traditional life altering question, with “I do“. And so too did he!! With those two little words spoken freely and willingly by both while holding hands, they professed their commitment to one another. Tears welled up in my eyes, slowly flowing of own volition, down my face (no makeup to worry about here just so you know) while I smiled with joy and happiness in my heart. Oh my.

The few days leading up to the wedding, the kindness of the people involved in making the wedding preparation and the day became a dream come true from start to finish, were realized. As the tent went up, the furniture positioned, the wondrous and generous hands that prepared and served the evening meal for the wedding rehearsal, the hosts (groom’s parents) of the wedding, the presider over the wedding and her encouragement, the host for the bride team (grooms aunt and uncle) in opening their home to utter chaos with hair and makeup frenzy, all led up to the special moments of joy and happiness.

No words can express the delightful and overwhelming feeling within me as I escorted my daughter down the aisle (lawn), with my middle granddaughter in my arms and the oldest sister (maid of honour) with her daughter in her arms in front of us. And my youngest daughter being the day event organizer /decorator and ‘go to’ person extraordinaire standing on the sidelines carefully monitoring any glitches. Family affair. LOL.

And then when turning the corner to go up the aisle, it was a sight to be told. For there before us were the “brothers” of the groom, men who have been with him for a long time, 9 groomsmen/bestman, and the loving and kind “sisters” of the bride, 7 bridesmaids/maid of honour (two missing unfortunately) standing before their beloved brother and sister. All present to give witness to their love and support and friendship for the bride and groom. And that is the aha for me.

Why? I am drawn to two words right now, like and love. The nuances of both words conjure up many images for me from one’s own lived experiences and observations. I came across this quote from Buddha who seems to always have a lesson on life. What is the difference between “I like you” and “I love you.” Beautifully answered by Buddha….When you like a flower, you just pluck it; but when you love a flower you water it daily. One who understands this, understands life.

I am thinking what a garden these two people, bride and groom, have grown on own and now together. For looking at the wedding party, each person, unique and special, have been plucked and have plucked from the garden. Something about them is likeable. So much so that they have remained friends over a period of years; some since childhood. Wow! Just wow. Being liked is so important. However if each were plucked then they would not survive for a long period of time. Sidebar here. Pluck gives me the willies. Kind of reminds me of a chicken being plucked. Hmmmmm. Why did I like this quote? Hahaha. I think I would like to replace the word pluck with pick or select. In that plucked does not mean long lasting. You need to love them too, which means the care of them such as watering them. Does that make sense?

What are the odds of two people meeting, connecting, be friending, and then by some miracle of wondrous miracles, somehow transforms into something much deeper much richer. How does it happen? How do two people who meet randomly become friends? How do they come to a place where they want to stay friends? Then the friend zone turns into possibility of the more. In other words, they find themselves wanting to move to a place of thinking…. “you are it for me”. Well, don’t tell me it is rocket science. For it cannot be. What draws one to another?

I think that is the conclusion I have come to believe when friendship becomes more. Like and love are visibly present. It is such a beautiful awareness to see unfold before your eyes. And I could kick myself because I did not express my thoughts to them when I had a chance during the speeches at the wedding. Firstly I was not expecting to go first and so, thoughtful words just flew out the window. Secondly I was already blubbery so goodness how could they even hear me say anything. And thirdly, I do not do well under pressure. What you get is what you get. Sorry kids.

But, what did I want to say to them? Well, after watching the two exchange their vows, I was humbled by the emotional moment before me. Oops, I do need to qualify that point. What I should be saying was my new son-in-law stared into my daughters eyes for long periods of time while my daughter, bless her big heart, seemed to look downward a few times. Why? Knowing her as I do, she would start to cry and that would not do. Kleenexes were everywhere, daughter of mine. No offence, son-in-law. Okay?

But no, what I wanted to say to them was they not only love each other but they like one another too. They are friends. As the above saying suggests, you pluck a flower because you like it. But you do not want to just like but to love too. Meaning caring for it. If I go into a garden I am drawn to different flowers. My go to flower is a sun flower. It is so cheery and joyful to look at. I planted some this summer and holy moly, they grew up. I mean way up like the Jolly Green Giant height. I think I made a mistake on height restrictions. Obviously I could not read the fine print. Anyway, there is something about the sunflower that I like. I automatically smile when I see the flower, no matter if real or fake. It brings that out in me. Naturally I have no idea if it likes me back because let’s face it there is no smile in return. LOL.

However if I pull on the sunflower and hold the flower in my hand because I like it, it will not survive. I have to allow it to continue to grow, give it what it needs. In other words, I not only have to like it but love it as well. Hence, the water. For the things that I like about the sunflower will not blossom if it not tended. Loved.

So love when it comes, I think it reflects what Thomas Moore has quoted in that “a friendship like love is warm; a love like friendship, steady.” And for me, what I have been given a glimpse of is a friendship grown into a love.

To all those who have said “I do”. May the blessings of the day be with you always. Like each other, love each other… daily. Blessings.

Let us pray for all those whom are in need of prayers and know that you are liked and loved always.

What a beautiful day…four days ago. LOL. Honestly I loved that morning. The sun was out, clouds were fluffy, sky was blue with a slight breeze off the water. The sun touched everything with a smile. Just wanted to wrap in the cheery.

There is so much around us that we miss. It is right in front of us….a laugh, a smile, a jolt to the heart, a wish, a promise, a hope, a present. Yes just take a boo. Is it any wonder that we live in a wondrous place, a world full of all kinds of things to enjoy if we would only see what is before us? Of course there are things behind us too but oh well and I do not have my teacher eyes on anymore. LOL. You know the kind where young people are acting up behind you but you can ‘see’ or they believe you can as you turn around and hone in on the little imps. Oh the many times I can remember in teaching. But then as parents we have that honing or radar device too.

But this morning, I put on a sweatshirt. Cloudy, misty rain feeling in the air, and breeze. Really!! Yes. Today is a bit cool for a July morning. But to be truthful, it kind of feels great putting on a snuggly for a bit. No I do not want the fall to come. But with the weather being quite muggy, overcast and cloudy to boot the last few days, cool rules. So the rain last night, and the beautiful sound of the down pour, how does it all work? Do you ever stop and wonder? Well whatever the case may be, relief. I know that my granddaughter will be getting her boots out to play today….oh yes, puddles red mud splash squish clothes wash dry repeat….sounds like a commercial for Tide. Nah, Arm and Hammer or Purex all the way.

I am privileged to walk with my grandchildren right now, seeing them uncover, discover, explore this world in a way that I do not see like they do. But they make me. And when you are a grandparent, you do anything for them because you can. For the two youngest of my grandkids I do the pretzel kind of moves, sometimes crawling or sitting crossed leg (not as easy holy moly) but not for my oldest. Oh no. Holy lightning he has grown!! Up to my eyebrows I believe. Haha. Who gave him those cereal wheaties or dob of spinach or something?? No. Oh no. He, my taller than crazy grandson, takes me on a whole different plane of the intellectual experience which include being playful. I keep reminding myself that he is only 10 and is tall for his age. Always have to be mindful of that because he needs hugs and love and playfulness too. It is just…well may the force be with me…he is long and my lap does not do the trick. Oh they grow so fast.

Soon a wondrous gift will be coming my way. Another part of my family will be flying in. Trepidation is at the feet of my daughter but she is going to do it. Fly. Because a window, the pandemic in this case, has slowed down enough that the Maritimes has opened its doors. Woohoo. Right before me will be a big hug and love. Yes hug. I said that out loud. Cannot believe it!! It has been awhile since I got to hold her and my grandchild so I am going to relish the moments. I do not know the airport protocols but I will soon enough. And then off to the races.

Taking for granted even the simplest things is noted. I have been toggling between PEI and Ontario for the last few years, making sure I keep connected with my family. We make life choices and there always is a domino effect in those choices. Albeit, moving away you are not able to see who you love as much. Thank the Lord for advanced technology but even more importantly that family wants to be and stay connected. What a learning over the last 18 months or so. It has become very apparent what is important and essential in one’s life. That has been a blessing for I do not presuppose in any way shape or form that a person wants to be in another person’s life. So girls and grandkids, I chose you. LOL. Better watch out.

And yet I am also aware that I have a life too. That is a funny thing to say but not really. It is a personal awareness that I have discovered. I tend to be an island at times. Haha and I live on an island. How apropos. But seriously I know that about myself; Thomas Merton and his hermitage always appealed to me. LOL. So the discovery for me of me wanting to be more social…whoa. New. To.Me. The value of friendships, the people in my life who have walked with me and more recently new friendships that have developed, has taught me a valuable lesson. Because right in front of me is an abundance of joy and laughter and fun and goodness, virtually and face to face. I find myself embracing or awakening in me that I can still be me, hold on to the quiet and reflective, but welcome the intrusion. It must be that down home Maritime influence from my younger years. Nah. I think it is me accepting that I can be fun and worthy. Hahaha. Kind of an aha moment here. Humbling actually. Hmmmmm.

I think the life before you is more important than the life behind you. The past is just that…the past. It is not something a person can change but it is something one can learn from. At this moment, life is right in front of you and you can take it for a ride, a journey. Boy that is deep for a morning pondering. My bad. It is just the realization that our past has helped shape us to be the person we are today. Which reminds me of my favourite poem from May Sarton Now I Become Myself where she talks about a person taking on many faces from different places. So many things can influence us but at the end of the day it is coming to know ourselves just a little bit more and believing in the goodness within. Be a better version of ourselves. Yes I have to believe I can grow a sunflower…be a green thumber. LOL.

So today, right in front of you, is a moment to take and hold. Maybe even wrap around you, feeling more fully alive. I am looking out my screen door and watching the wind swaying the trees as the rain comes down….again. A billowing and rustling sound of the leaves echo and move me to smile as I nestle in more snuggly, listening to rain and wind wrestle the trees. Aaaahhhh. Nice. Love it.

So what is right in front of you today? Blessings.

Let us pray for those whom are in need of prayers and to experience the joys and blessings right before them.

Oh happy day as the sun comes out. For goodness sake gloomy has been overhanging the island for quite a bit lately so of course I’m singing the children’s song Mr Sun….come out and play. And voila! Thank you so much. There is a cheerfulness about having the sunshine. Maybe not the intensive heat or mugginess but the shiny brightness and light filtering the break of dawn into a full blown burst in sunshine. It lifts the spirits deep within, don’t you find? Naturally the sun would come out at the beginning of the weekday…Monday. Because you know I went camping.

Yes camping!! It was planned a month ago because you have to book in advance, covid 19 and all. And you think, July 1st….well it should be good weather. Yes three days prior to, warm and muggy. But the turning on a dime kind of weather this year, well let me just say no peek a boo for me and the sun. No, it was cloudy with a touch of misty rain sweeping the air and crazy cool wind. Not breeze. No no no. It was blustery blowing wind. And the waves were jumping wild, white capped and fiery as they blew into shore. Did not matter. I love camping. So….

Well it was to be with my daughter and kids, first time for the little one too. Me being me, my voice saying it is all good. Try getting camp set up and running with two happening kids wanting to explore. Haha. Jokes on my daughter and myself. But we did…tarp down, tent up, picnic shelter raised, you know for the “hoping to block out sun” kind of weather. Not necessary. LOL. Anyway once site up and organized, fire time and cooking over the fire. Have you ever tried to start a fire with the off shore wind coming up and over the dunes? Well let me say it does not work so good. And the matches that are supposed to be water proof….well they are not wind proof. LOL. No matter. Got it going and lo and behold…best hotdogs ever. All beef or turkey hotdog….the choice of fare. Yum. Taste delicious. Yes you heard me. Simple camping food…hotdogs, fruit and cut veggies. There is something about camping and eating over the fire….it tastes so much better. Yes my grandson was not too keen on the charcoal look on the hotdog…well my boy it is camping. Not complaining….hahaha. And dessert of smores….calmed the waters.

But alas that evening it got too much with cold and rained swept wind. Not conducive to saying ” camping rocks “. So daughter giving me the mother look, I took them home and in hindsight it was for the best. Not great for the next three days anyway. For me, however, I stayed. Yep. Camper woman here. I love camping and so do all of my daughters. Yet being a mother, you have to do what you have to do. I did not realize how much I missed the simpleness of camping. So I kept all the sleeping bags and blankets, took the air mattress, and made a glamping bed. Good to go. Actually it was fun. I just prayed the guide lines and pegs kept tent in place as I listened to the wind howl. Surprising how the cozy you can get. Of course I tucked my clothes in the sleeping bag so the warmth of me would be ready for morning. Camping wisdom, you know. Wrinkled look is in too. I had fun.

So besides a great time in camping and the sun finally coming out, I got to be a part of a beautiful something last evening. For the last few months I have been preoccupied with the terms love and like. Maybe it is because I am doing on-line dating. I have to say at this point I have met some wonderful men….far away mind you….it seems I tend to be more of friend material. And actually that is okay especially with our the world the way it is. And I love to write as you can tell. Anyway, off track. I have been pondering like and love because my middle daughter is getting married this summer. I will talk more about it in another blog. But suffice to say, I am full of glee and joy and happiness for her and her partner of many years. Woo to the hoo. While thinking of them, two words have popped in my mind….like and love….and what are they all about in relation to relationships. Because for me in my own little realization, you have to have both for a relationship to work. That is what I think. And it is not simple. The complexity of like and love toward another human being. Hmmmm.

And last evening I got to be a part of helping my sister prepare the ambiance for her son proposing to his girlfriend. Watching my sister as she nervously and tearfully got a picnic ready for her son to do one of the biggest and most important things of his life was beautifully moving. He did a bang up job in the planning…romantic thoughtful and hopeful. A birthday of this young woman that she will never forget. Stunning view next to the lighthouse overlooking the red cliffs of PEI’s rugged rocky terrain with water gently touching the rocky shoreline while a picnic blanket lay on the grassy knoll above. Perfect. Of course I did not realize it was a popular lookout when we arrived. We took my truck as the road in to get to the lighthouse reminds me of driving on dirt rock deep crevice road while in the Rift Valley many moons ago.

Can things get things get any better!? Oh my heart soars for my nephew and now newly engaged. He blindfolded her as he drove in. His girlfriend did not have a clue except she was celebrating her birthday. Wow! Favourite foods in picnic basket, flowers adorning the table cloth and words of hope on little rocks next to pre-lit candles (battery operated). You nailed young man. So my sister and I got it ready on the grass knoll and waited. Not going to screw up this part. Waited as he drove in. My sister gave him a blue box and then we skedaddled because he had everything including the blue box containing the box with ring (her fav colour) with her favourite dessert on either side of ring box. Breaking bread for such an occasion. In this case, dessert. But the most precious part was that when he asked her as we found out later, she thought he was having fun with her. And had to ask her again. Oh my. Well if you tease, what do you expect!! Love and like once again.

So my sister and I went back to my place as the lighthouse is about 5 minutes away. She had a feeling that she may be called back….photo op. After an hour or so, my nephew called again to say come and take photos. Selfies are not so easy to do when you are trying to get you all in. Once again I witnessed a gift of something extraordinary. Capturing a moment out of time surrounded in a backdrop so wondrous and beauty, a perfect night to propose. Like and love as they held hands. I saw it. I pray for the days and years ahead for the two of them. Yes, nephew you can sleep now. And you as well my sister. And to the newly engaged woman, bless your heart for the tears of joy. Surreal I am sure. It’s all good.

Hopefully my nephew will not mind me sharing a bit of his story. For he gave me a beautiful gift to witness and hold in my heart. And also to share in my sister’s joy and delight. Special moments given to us….you never know where or when they come but funnily they do come in unexpected ways. Can things get any better? Yes but I’m wrapping this one as a keeper in my top five for now. LOL.

Well off to see what other good things I can see goodness and joy. Maybe have a picnic. Now what would I put in to the basket? Blessings this day.

Let us pray for those who are in need of our prayers and for those unexpected delights touching each of our lives.

It is time for me to just bite the bullet and concede….nope. No way. My little one, you are not going to beat me, your Rara. I had three daughters for goodness sake!!! Are you kidding me? If there is a will there is a way. I can be stubborn too, just to let you know. Concede….nope. I know for a fact as I have met a doctor on-line recently and even though he is retired now, so still has credentials of sorts (just kidding) he has confirmed that there is something I need to know about the whole journey of scatological. Of course what does that even mean?

Well the last few days I have been working on potty training. That’s right. Holy lightning I forgot that time in my life, three times to be exact. Well it worked on them I believe (just kidding girls) and so I am going to give the little one a go. So far the scatological process which comes out of a medical profession of staffroom wit is not quite working out. You know scat…poop from a wild animal. Mind you it is wild the poop but she is not a wild animal. So not funny. And logical, the process of pooping. Well in this case, the whole enchilada of both forms of potty training is just a bit slow kind of crappy right now. But I will persevere.

I have been hoping for good weather so that she can go with just shorts or pants on, no diaper, in and out of the house. Do they not make those thick baby underwear anymore? I have looked. I guess it is pullups these days which are okay but I think it is not really going to have the same affect as the feeling of something dribbling down one’s leg. Yes, I know TMI. She did notice today, however, that something was not okee dokie and called out to me….of course the deed was already done. And the other one, number two, you know the scat part so to speak…we did have a bit of an accident a couple of days ago. Nope, not a bit. What did she eat for goodness sake????? She is healthy mama. So pick her up, take her to the potty, trying to keep her feet and hands from touching the you know what and not very successfully. And then of course getting down on my knees to clean up. Could she not have done it on the wood part of the floor? Oh well. So laundry is going to increase. Maybe I need to get more dresses as I look out at my outdoor clothes line now.

So I concede….not waving the white flag but conceding that yes Virginia there is a….oops wrong story. But yes there is a trial period and I need to get my wet swiffer out asap. Bleach maybe. And pray to the most high and yes, not listen to my friend making fun of me. Scatology. Seriously who comes up with these words. And also my dog Maggie May….move dog. Sniffing for goodness sake. Does she not know that I am busy trying to train?

So what else do I have to concede to. You know the point where you just give in. I mean I know the mantra of let go let God and I hope I do that okay or at least try to. But there are times, moments for sure, that I seem to try to be the driver. What is that movie, oh yes, Anna and the King with Jodie Foster, and one of the quotes crops up in my memory “Everything in Siam has its own time.” In other words, take a deep breath and just know all things have it’s own time. Hmmmmm.

I think being a mother is a hard one to concede. To concede in allowing me to let go let live from my capable, talented and beautiful daughters. They can do it. Yes they can. What is the hold up for me? Realizing that the space taken up by them being in my life is now changing, has been changing for a while. And they in their own way say, it’s all good mom. But the funny thing is that you never stop being a mom, mother, mommy, mama or whatever they call me these days. It changes often. Not sure the connotation when they call me by a maternal name. Thankfully they do not do what I do and call them one of their sisters’ or my granddaughters’ names. It is one of them. Hahaha. So conceding that they are grown up….yep. But I will always be their mother.

Now one thing I just stopped fighting has been my walk in the morning. Like today it is so lovely, strong breeze, feeling free and limber, quickly making my trek up to the turn around, kind of like a round-a-bout for tractors. So like the last couple of weeks, this annoying bird comes up over the crest of the cliff at the farthest part of my walk before I begin to go back and flies overhead squawking like the dickens. Goodness sake. Well now there are two of them and they seem to be getting quite cheeky, soaring and swooping up and down, getting closer and braver it seems. Well I am not one to shy away from things but honest to goodness their beaks do not look friendly at all. I thought I could sneak up and go to the side of where they seem to be located. But no way….I concede. No I did not stomp my feet but really. Really!!! I have to stop in mid stride because of 1 or 2 temperamental birds. Well…hahaha….I guess so.

I’m not superstitious but I am a little stitious, LOL. Life is going to give you lots of lemons so somehow you make the most of it and make lemonade.

Thoughts to ponder around conceding or maybe not. It is all good.

All will concede that in order to have good neighbours we also have to be good neighbours. That applies to every field of human endeavour. Harry S. Truman

When I hear somebody sigh Life is hard. I am always tempted to ask “Compared to what?” Anon

When life puts you in a tough position don’t say “Why me?, say “Try me.” Anon

“I don’t understand why people who say “I do not know how to thank you.” Like they have never heard of money. Anon

If you think you are to small to be effective, you have never been in the dark with a mosquito. Anon

If I can make at least one person smile or pee their pants a little then my day was not wasted. Anon

Why hoard your troubles? There is not market value so just throw them away. Anne Shcade

The happiest people do not have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything they have. Anon

To conceding in one’s life. Come on little one giddy up for Rara. Potty. Please. Blessings this day.

Let us pray for those whom are in need of prayer and for the acceptance of things as they come in one’s life and circumstance.

A trampoline! Yes a trampoline is something to cheer about. Because I got up on that thing yesterday as my little, under two, granddaughter wanted to go on it and voila….I bounced with her. Did not collapse. Woohoo! It felt good. I understand my reality in that I am not going to be doing any flips any time soon…nah….not at all. But it felt good to hold her hands and bounce up and down letting her do her thing. Even bouncing, landing on my bottom, and rising landing on my feet again. I DID IT. It might not sound like much but these old bones and knees have seen better days. LOL. Brought me back to high school and university days on the trampoline, days when the mind and the body could work as one. You know, actually do what your minds says it is going to do. Bounce as high as you can and when that perfect timing comes, you twist and turn, flip in the air, and then land on your feet ready for the next movement. The glorious feeling of floating freely in the air, moving your body to do what you want it to, and then BAM…land on the mat of the trampoline again and do something else. Executed wonderfully. Now the mind is willing but not the body; hahaha, not on your life little one. Thank you body, knees in particular, for not letting me down. And let me tell you, I was smiling ear to ear.

So last weekend I was listening to the local Atlantic news. I kind of like the approach the news team takes for some reason. The people they have giving the news seem to have personalities that draw you in. Neighbourly. Personable. Friendly. Even a little kibitzing amongst them (I think it is a word). Anyway, it makes one feel you are part of the Maritime clan so to speak. Although some of the news maybe disturbing or unsettling or unbelievable at times, they do mix it up with segments of the personal, the family, the preserving of the local newsie kind of news… makes me smile. And in that they shared an interesting piece on fundraising which came from another Canadian province. So get ready educational colleagues of mine have I got a great idea for you.

In Saskatchewan there is a small community who raised quite a bit of money for their school in a unique way. The fundraising committee, due to the pandemic, had to be creative in their farming Edenwold community. The spokeswoman indicated that she personally did not think she could sell the 200 tickets for bingo. Bingo. That is not original. No, but Bovine bingo is. So a closed in pen was set up, squares were outlined on grass, and Rockstar the cow….well lets just say in cow patty bingo fashion, plop and woohoo. You got it. The contestants purchase a square on a grid set up in the pen and the owner of square the cow decides to do their business on is the lucky winner. What a cheery thought. Right? Well sold out crowd!!

Mr. Sun I cannot thank you enough. You bring cheer when you come out. I have been skipping and swirling lately as I go down the road to the red dirt lane down by the water along the rocky shore and up across the cliffs overlooking the sea. Good thing it is just me and non-human onlookers like fox, birds, bugs. Heehee. The fresh coolness of the breeze, crazy windy at times, with the sun’s rays coming through the fluffy white clouds puts a cheery smile on my face in the warmth of late spring bloom. It’s been sunny lately. NOT COMPLAINING Mother Nature at all. The sun and its bright cheery greeting has been a plentiful. It puts a burst of joyful energy into my walk, and me wanting to embrace its radiant warmth spilling over me and my little world. And to top it off, my favourite wild lupins abound like a natural aisle, garnishing both sides of the road with a palette of spring colour fare. Love it.

And don’t you just love taking a walk through the woods and the sunlight filters through the trees giving a wondrous glow to nature. It touches the earth basking its glow and sharing its warmth as you sit on a log from a fallen tree. The little flits and spurts of creation. Yes, try to ignore the bugs and oops, yes be careful of poison ivy or oak. And you sit there in wonder or maybe walk in the awe, to the sights and sounds made possible from the brightness of the day. It is cheery. No I am going to say it cheers you inside I think. It touches things in different ways unlike the darkness falling which has its own special qualities and gifts to give. But light reveals the world to shine before you.

I notice that my shadow, no I am not Wiarton Willy or Punxsutawney Phil from Pennsylvannia, grows longer on the fields or rocks as I walk lately. Come follow me, it says. Hahaha. But the way the sun just captures things, bringing to life the world around you. The colours. Oh the colours. Can you imagine a world without colour? Everywhere I look, homes adorn beautifully coiffed gardens and yes I cannot wait for my sunflowers to come up too. But the green and greenery weaved with the deep red soil of the islands character….oh my that is a colour combination that I love. Earthy and rich looking. I really cannot get over the patone swatch of greens. And the sunlight brings out the hues and shades, making you wonder how? How can green be look so differently beautiful. Now I have to qualify that because bright lime green and the muddy sludgy green on the olive green spectrum….not so much.

Here on the island there is no way that colour would not be part of the conversation as you travel around. Someone aptly described it as one has used a ‘jelly bean’ paintbrush. Not really a warm fuzzy descriptor but honestly the colours the islanders decide on…charming and bold, especially colour choices on buildings and homes. Just like in a box of jelly beans, you never know what you are going to find coming out. What prompted this cultural tradition I do not know but its certainly evokes the homey and inviting feelings. I have gone down to many local harbours at dawn or dusk to experience the sun as it brushes its light; there is a rich and lavishness in the swath of the rainbow before you.

I do have to chuckle though. The sun also brings other things to the forefront. Reminders of sun and its affects. No laughing matter but I am anyway. My youngest daughter calls me two days ago to tell me she went camping and now is laid up a bit. So here is mama nag in me….you got it. Sunburn. Very little movement for her. Not being mean but the harps are playing here little one. How many times do I need to tell her? But she was not complaining, merely seeking an ear. Yep that is something to be cheery about. LOL. And this too shall pass. Speaking of, I better check the date on my sunscreen bottle. My middle daughter checked my stock and informed me, quite readily I might add, that “mom, this expired in 2019”. Oops. Well let me just say the sunlight does not help my eyesight. For goodness sake the embedded print is so small, my glasses even have a hard time letting me see the date.

What is there to cheer about? A plenty. And hopefully soon even more so as the pandemic’s gap closes a bit more. Enough said. But I did get good news as my oldest will be coming to the island to visit. Yes parameters and protocols aside, woo to the hoo, she is coming around the mountain. And I am going to hug the life out of her and grandbaby (I mean hug her so lovingly). And one day I hope sooner than later I will get to hug my mom (and dad at his home) in the not to distant future. And my youngest daughter too….leaving the nest. Oops, I was the one that moved. My bad. But thank you island Family Connection and permission granted…she can come. So what to be cheerful about….that right there. So many stories from others not being able to see their family…I do not take it for granted.

What else? Well no one peed in my soup. Just kidding. But I am toilet training my granddaughter right now when she is with me and she did have a little accident on my carpet. Could not do the dodo on the wood part of the floor? No of course not. As far as gardening, the seeds are growing for my sunflowers. They are not weeds. Well I almost sort of almost certainly positive. And my brother in law, bless his heart, is creating a homey feel to my deck as he uses live edge wood (does anyone know what that means? Im not telling) to redo the benches along the outside deck. Looks good. Rustic. Then he will be working on changing the steps with live edge and have them be more gradual in slope. Can’t wait.

And so to be cheery. Oh one has to look. Yes. But not too far. I mean think of it. The roads on the island are being worked on so I am happy when the construction worker holding the stop sign turns sign to Slow and I do not have to wait. Yep. Finding that five or ten or even twenty dollar bill that you tucked away in your summer wind jacket last year. Yep. Getting to the cash register and finding out that the gulp kind of feeling you have in buying an item turns out to be on sale. Yep. When you think it is Thursday when it is Friday (probably not often). Yep. Someone has paid for your coffee or whatever in the Tim’s line up. Yep. You actually went down to the water, took shoes off, and dipped toes in water. You did not yelp. Yep. Someone called you up and said, hey lets go out. Yep. Get a text from an old friend who you have not heard from in a coons age. Yep. Actually pick up an organic fruit in the grocery store and smell it. It actually smells like the fruit. Yep. Go get some ice cream. NOW. (Hey I know I do not care for ice cream because lets face it working in an Ice Cream shack and having to sample….bone chilling) But I actually had vanlilla soft icecream from Dairy Bar in Kensington. Quite good. And also I even tried Cows Ice Cream apple pie flavour…well colour me happy. Delicious. Yep. And honestly take a tech break. Like I am going to do after blogging today. Yep.

So remember this banana wants to make you happy, look at it, it is smiling for you. I found this Irish quote “Here’s to you and here’s to me, I pray that friends will always b, but if by chance we disagree, the heck with you and here’s to me. ” Blessings this day.

Let us pray for those whom are in need of our prayers and in need of cheering up this day. Amen.

Today is a day for contemplating ‘a wee bit’ of thinking. Why I am stuck on that phrase, not sure, but it seems to draw me in. A wee bit of….What in the world? Is it not an Irish or Scottish term of endearment like ‘wee little one’. Hmmmmm. No. I think it is more than that. Maybe it is the inner voice saying just a little bit more of this or that might just do the trick. The trick of what I am not sure. Have you ever found yourself saying if I had just had a wee bit more of or just need that extra wee bit of…… before I…then things would be good to go. On the other hand, there are moments that you may find yourself in a wee bit of a pickle and using ‘wee bit’ might just be the kind of word usage you need. Kind of like someone made you something and you say it is a wee bit….vinegary. salty. tart. cooked. So what is a wee bit of something something on my mind.

For instance, it is not like I want it to be really hot out but I do appreciate a little more warmth in the day. I had turned the heat off for the last couple of weeks as the sun, even the rainy days, had a bit of warmth to them. I just wanted a wee bit more of the warmth. But okay I gave up….heat on. No I do not say to google home “Hey google, heat on”. That would be my daughter, not me here. LOL. Now I am probably going to regret the wish of a little bit of warmth as this week is calling for the two digit temperatures of low 20’s. Well howdeedoodee yippekaiyeah!

What in the world!! I am laughing at myself because I find myself creating non-words, putting nonsensical sounds together to express my exuberance of something, namely in this case…. brrr it is cool outside. But they make sense to me and certainly a wee bit of fun.

Is it my imagination or has the weather been quite a rollercoaster lately? I mean come on. I feel like I am on a train of rain-sun-clear blue-cloud-fog-cool-wind-repeat. Regularly. A bit much. Are my sunflowers even going to come up, show that I have even a slight modicum of a green thumb. I do want to show my mom on video chat the fruits of my labour and say, “Yes mom, there is hope for me yet to get something to grow.” Oh well. A wee bit of patience here might be on the menu.

Anyway today was great for a fast-pace walk. Cool or not, it was a fresh feeling with blue skies, cheery sun and sheep’s wool clouds above. Don’t you just love how the water and sky and land come together, creating an image that meets or surpasses your expectation of beauty? Yes beauty. I realize that everyone has his/her own thoughts on what is beauty and beautiful but holy to goodness it wraps ones heart up silly with a kicking whoop of joy. And then lo and behold I saw my first lupin. Woohoo. In all that is holy, what a sight!! The wildness along the sides of the road on the island just blow me away with the beauty of wild flowers especially lupins. My sister buys the seeds to grow in her garden and here they are growing wild and free. Bounty of heaven sent. I’ll take the wee bit of loveliness any day.

And the clouds….whew! Another bit of joy. Do you remember, or maybe you still do it, where you lay down on the grass, bugs and all, and look up at the clouds formed in the sky. Sometimes they are so crazily overpowering in their presence. Depending on the cloud and day, they can speak to you. Does that sound weird? No. For they talk and tell you if storm is coming or it’s going to be a fluffy sunny day or draw you in to see the picture they formed. I remember many times going down Route 101, heading homeward after picking up my grandson from daycare. He was not in school yet but he went through a stage of naming the clouds…his little eagle eyes observed his surroundings in a wondrous way. We would look at the clouds and he could tell you the type it was….cumulus, cirrus, status or nimbus. Yeah, look at me, I remember. Barely. But looking at them right now, it is not as clear what kind….could be a cirrostratus. Is there such a thing? I think I am in a wee bit of a fog. No surprise!

Now I do have a wee bit of an issue as I am listening to the crows outside cawing incessantly. Have you noticed the ever present sounds in your neck of the woods? I have. It can be annoyingly rackety. Is that a word? Well it works here. Not long ago funnily enough I had a conversation with my grandson last weekend as he stayed over. He said he liked coming to my place because it was quiet and then qualified it by saying he liked being here with me too. Good rescue line grandson. LOL. Is that like speak for boring? Oh maybe not. Is it quiet here? Yes and no. It depends. I mean as I pause for a moment to listen I realize not really, even though it was one of the reasons I sought out country living…peace, calm, serenity, QUIET.

Babble and racket are part and parcel I am discovering of nature and human activity. Birds chirping, cawing, tweeting, pecking, whooping, cooing, hooing. Coupled with the rural routines and fare of the residents of the CRACK of DAWN “up and at em” kind of morning routine. Oops that is me too. My bad. LOL. But they do not hear me for goodness sake. Hahaha. Does that sound like quiet? Nope my grandson but glad you want to come and stay with me. That makes me a wee bit happy. (no, a lot)

Anyhoo. I am not complaining. It is the rhythm of the community. My neighbour gets up early and gets on his tractor cutting the grass on the golf course while at the same time someone cuts his wood log pile into firewood, daily; the whine and whirring of the chainsaw can be felt. Better than the dentist’s drill whirring I can tell you. Since it is part of the day, I call it the morning wakeup call….you know the kind….. just after 5 AM IN THE MORNING!! Because here the spring sun is up and so are the PEOPLE. Which is then exacerbated by the multitude of lobster boats engines echoing off the banks of the cliffs as they navigate their way out of the channel to the open sea, some at 430 am. And must not forget the cars, trucks and semis going up and down Rte 20 in the valley, next to the fields and bay, as their wheels clip along and gears shift. Odd it says 60 kph but I guess they are having trouble with 6 and 9. Yeah hubbub and din.

Finding the wee bits of something. I mean I would like to see a wee bit more of family. Yes. That would be nice and so appreciated. And hug. Oh that last hug. If you could only turn back the clock for a hot minute, a wee few seconds, what would that look like, sound like, feel like, be like. For me, I would hug the goodness out of my mom and my two daughters, my dad, my granddaughter, my Ontario family and fill me up for the long haul of not being able to. I would take the right turn instead of the left and go visit friends that I should have popped into see. But did not.

I came across a nursery rhyme “a wee bit of heaven drifted down from above a handful of happiness a heart full of love a mystery of life so sacred and sweet the giver of joy so deep and complete precious and priceless so lovable too the worlds sweetest miracle congratulations on your new baby boy (girl too). The joy of being gifted for a moment and to take it all in as much as you can.

But funnily as I was exploring the idea of the phrase ‘a wee bit’, it reminds me that it is a kind way of saying, hey wait a minute. Trying to put things into perspective. It kind of breaks the ice in suggesting something that should be considered but have to approach the situation in a way that is palatable. Let’s face it, not everyone can handle whatever. So something could be going on in your life and you want to play it down or something big is presented but needs to be addressed. Or it is a generous little word that is used for a wee one (or not so wee). Or it could be a literal meaning like your babe needs to….well you can fill in the blanks. Family blog here. LOL.

So a little wee bit of wisdom of thought for thinking of a wee bit a bit, maybe one can use…..

I wonder a wee bit about that.

I have learned a wee bit since then.

We are just a wee bit mixed up.

You might be just a wee bit too clever for your own good now.

I don’t believe in angels, no. But I do have a wee parking angel. It’s on my dashboard and you wind it up. The wings flap and it’s supposed to give you a parking space. It’s worked so far. Billy Connolly

I think that is a wee bit exaggerated.

He just needs to calm down a wee bit.

I am not forgetful but just a wee bit eccentric.

I am a wee bit (probably more) worried.

I find that just a wee bit difficult to take.

What a wee little part of a person’s life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself. Mark TWain

Was I not right about the wee lass, saints preserve her!

I am just a wee bit confused, so bear with me.

But you have to understand that I consider myself a very modest artist, or whatever, and not of importance really at all – it is quite embarrassing to me to be asked my opinion about things. I am only a wee Scottish poet on the outside of everything. Ian Hamilton Finlay

So for today, a wee bit here and wee bit there and alot of bits everywhere. Blessings.

Let us pray for those whom are in need of our prayers this day.