I have been attempting meditation recently, without discipline or consistency. But I know my ways work for me because I have discovered how to make myself happy.I found a'mantra', if that is the term, and when I repeat it, it lifts my mind out of my body. For my first attempts at mediation I listened … Continue reading Whatever works
Illness onto death, or let’s just not talk about it.
I love my old ladies. Just re-read this and enjoyed my time with Phyllis again.
Lost scarf with gold thread
I had a beautiful scarf that I bought myself when I was out shopping with my precious first daughter. It was a warm gold and orange and turquoise, vibrant and fiery and calming all at once. I was wearing it on the day that I looked into my car's rear view mirror and saw my … Continue reading Lost scarf with gold thread
Happy times with my Daughter
Remembering my first born child and and wishing I could fly out west for her 22nd birthday – An update on her life: she ran an excellent and popular computer camp with her partner and now is writing for a living. As autumn approaches I always think of my euphoric days of becoming a new Mom. This was my true calling and nothing has made me happier. Best wishes to my grown girl on her birthday September 5th!
This was my daughter’s mantra on my weekend visit into Halifax, the city of students.
For us, a brunch out, a day of shopping and a dinner out were the extent of our madness, but was it was great to do whatever we wanted and take all the time we wanted eating and talking.
What could be more fun than spending time with a beloved child who has grown into a magnificent adult?
We even traded roles at one point as she led me through a maze of malls in order to catch our second bus to the destination mall. I needed to pee and I was hot and tired, and started moaning about how we could have just stayed in the North End and looked at the second hand shops.
She wisely paid no attention to me, made a short stop into a chocolate shop where…
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Kit Currie – Missing Woman and my Thoughts
Fair Play or Foul Play - Awaken my Rage against Violence Against WomenI am re-posting this post about a missing woman who was last seen at Queen and Bathurst in downtown Toronto, jumping on her bike. As soon as I saw her photo with her wide smile and two braids I thought of a friend … Continue reading Kit Currie – Missing Woman and my Thoughts
The art, the science, of Living
The hot humid weather reminds me of my Mom. She is walking very near to me these days. I can see her in her tiny slip of a dress, I can see her with a bit of sweat on her long upper lip and her blonde white hair tied back. I can see her in … Continue reading The art, the science, of Living
In Memoria Mum
In memory of 'Mom', known as 'Nana' to her grand children and 'Nananat' to her hordes or admiring younger women friends and 'Nat' or "Natalie' to her cohorts in her own age group, I shall quote from a journal dated 1960. On the opening pages of a date book it is inscribed M D Edwards, … Continue reading In Memoria Mum
Star w tail
Working on new rug
Bummer, Blues and Visions of a Radiated Sea
I had some good thoughts yesterday but I have forgotten them now. I am thinking in colours and textures. Did I have an insight about death? No, nothing there, just a flash of darkness that passes through me. But not an actual thought. We are approaching the first year since my Mom died and I have … Continue reading Bummer, Blues and Visions of a Radiated Sea
