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A little indulgence before lunch. Jodi Picoult is hard to put down. Her books are very educational as well. Did you know that Vermont had a Eugenics Project in the 1930’s? A bit disturbing.My daily draw/watercolour. Day 100 of#the100dayproject. The end. I chose a photo of mom, sis and me when we first arrived in Canada and living on second floor of the cafe. I chose it because I look like a kid which I was but have never felt. However, I flunk painting me as such but mom and sis look good. I’m satisfied and maybe try again when I’m feeling successful.My daily draw/watercolour. Day 99 of #the100dayproject2019. “I’m walking on air”. It’s good enough but not completely happy with it. What can happen when you drink and paint. My perspective got slanted and I didn’t notice or care at the time. Too late now.First fire of the year. Roasted sunchokes and wine.My daily draw/watercolour. Day 98 of #the100dayproject . Irises. When sleep escapes you, you paint. You don’t get the best results but it is an effort. Flowers are not my favourite and I was sloppy with the background.My daily draw/watercolour. Day 97 of #the100dayproject. Team Martha and Lia. I hope they approve. Somehow I’ve made Lia look like a teenager. She grew up fast! Sometimes I have no control of the outcome.Baking bread. Of comfort and joy on a cool rainy and snowy day. The snow was short lived. I ate 2 slices.My daily draw/watercolour. Day 96 of #the100dayproject. Reading - from a photo I saw and love of a FB page. I adore these 2 friends and the story they are telling.My daily draw/watercolour. Day 95 of #the100dayproject. My Valentine’s bouquet is long past due. Now that I’ve captured it, I can let it go. As you can see, my table is in its usual mess.A memory of Sheba checking out squirrels up the tree. She left us 2 years ago yesterday.Instagram
A little indulgence before lunch. Jodi Picoult is hard to put down. Her books are very educational as well. Did you know that Vermont had a Eugenics Project in the 1930’s? A bit disturbing.My daily draw/watercolour. Day 100 of#the100dayproject. The end. I chose a photo of mom, sis and me when we first arrived in Canada and living on second floor of the cafe. I chose it because I look like a kid which I was but have never felt. However, I flunk painting me as such but mom and sis look good. I’m satisfied and maybe try again when I’m feeling successful.My daily draw/watercolour. Day 99 of #the100dayproject2019. “I’m walking on air”. It’s good enough but not completely happy with it. What can happen when you drink and paint. My perspective got slanted and I didn’t notice or care at the time. Too late now.First fire of the year. Roasted sunchokes and wine.My daily draw/watercolour. Day 98 of #the100dayproject . Irises. When sleep escapes you, you paint. You don’t get the best results but it is an effort. Flowers are not my favourite and I was sloppy with the background.My daily draw/watercolour. Day 97 of #the100dayproject. Team Martha and Lia. I hope they approve. Somehow I’ve made Lia look like a teenager. She grew up fast! Sometimes I have no control of the outcome.
Monthly Archives: June 2013
KINDNESS, COMPASSION, COLOUR
So far today, I have not try to put any order to my office. The day is hot. The neighbour’s music is loud and insistent. I cannot think. My blood sugar is low and I am getting cranky. I put … Continue reading
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Tagged colours, compassion, Karen Armstrong, kindness, Naomi Shihab Nye, tit for tat
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BEN AND I
I was thinking about Benjamin Franklin and his 13 virtues this morning. I was thinking that I need to move a little faster towards order. No use getting all these ideas and plans but no action. Without any movement there … Continue reading
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Tagged 13 virtues, Benjamin Franklin, magic wand, order, purple duster, www.flylady.net
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WHAT IF…..
What if I told you that I see/feel ghosts? What would you say? What would you think…that I am crazy, or would you keep an open mind? I would be happy if I didn’t have this ability. I am contradicting … Continue reading
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Tagged ancestors, crossing my slippers, dreams, ghosts, sanity, what if?
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BE HAPPY NOW! YOU ARE NOT BEHIND.
I am very much a junkie for self-help stuff of any kind. I am a walking storehouse of information of how to….You just have to name it – declutter, organize, meditate, be a functional depressive, how to win friends and … Continue reading
COMING TO OUR SENSES
It is another overcast day. The greyness wraps itself around my shoulders. It seeps through my pores, clouding me, slowing me. I do not let it drag me down. I hear the traffic whooshing down Preston Avenue. Life is busy … Continue reading
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Tagged Coming to Our Senses, Jon Kabat-Zinn, life, mindfulness, present moment, stress
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WE ARE NOT ALONE
Sometimes when we are troubled and feeling all alone, it is good to step out of our comfort zone and step into the world. We might see that we are not so different, so alone. We would see that we … Continue reading
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Tagged bikes, depression, dragons, dreams, falling, fears, life
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ORDER AND PATIENCE
It is six o’clock in the morning. The sun is out and shining bright. Sheba is fed, watered and satisfied. The world is still quiet. There is order and I am learning to be patient. Nothing is permanent. Everything passes. … Continue reading
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Tagged change, depression, order, patience, Rumi, The Guest House
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ON KINDNESS AND GENEROSITY
“I believe that if, at the end, according to our abilities, we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do. To make others … Continue reading
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Tagged caretaker, generosity, kindness, life, meanness, nurse
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RITUALS AND HABITS
This morning the sky is overcast, but the leaves are still the greenest green and I am a shade paler than blue. I have been caught unaware by ‘forces’ and inattention. I have allowed myself be invaded by energies of … Continue reading
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Tagged attention, depression, different perspective, dolly parton, focus, habits, intention, islands in the stream, life, qigong, Regina Brett, rituals, sharing
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SUMMER TIME
It is summer time and I am looking out the window at the greenest green. It is ironic that I am feeling my bluest blue. Beneath the blue I can feel my red anger bubbling through at the Power that … Continue reading
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