“GOING SOMEWHERE”

“GOING SOMEWHERE”

There she was … strutting her stuff across the street … looking oh-so-certain of her destination.  Then she stopped.  She didn’t move  … at all.   Camera in hand, I watched her  … watching me.

Ms. Black Cat and a quote (“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere.” <Groucho Marx>), were gentle reminders that life offers moments of reflection in the most commonplace situations.

Today will bring unique opportunities for each of us to ‘go somewhere’ and appreciate the precious gift of life in new ways.  Will we stop, as did Ms. Black Cat, and look?  Will we make time to reflect?  Thank you, Ms. Black Cat for capturing my attention, for inviting me to take your photo and for offering yet another opportunity to reflect on the gift of life, the wonder of creation, and the hope that tomorrow … I will be “going somewhere.”

Whether that “somewhere” is simply … getting out bed and into a chair … brushing my teeth … getting groceries … going to work … having a play day
… enjoying a visit with a friend. Whatever the “somewhere” is, I will go … with curiosity … with gratitude … and with hope … that many tomorrows will follow tomorrow.

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“WHEN CHAOS PERVADES”

“WHEN CHAOS PERVADES”

When chaos pervades
may
breaths be deep
fears be released
peace enfold
hope sustain
wisdom surface
courage be given
and boldness
to face
to confront
to challenge
replenish souls.

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“HELLO THERE!”

“HELLO THERE!”

I almost missed them, but then I saw them.  “Hello there,” I said ever so quietly.

As I moved closer and looked at the baby swallows perched inside a rolled-up carpet in a friend’s carport, they came closer and closer to the edge and looked back at me.  “Hello there,” they cooed or whatever swallows do.

We didn’t speak one another’s language. but we had made a connection. Not a human connection, but a connection – one living creature to another.

I dream of the time when human beings can make a connection with other human beings and say “Hello there” – without fear.

 

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“MISTAKES”

“MISTAKES”

I made a mistake and the words I’d written to a friend who made a mistake that proved to be financially and emotionally costly echoed in my own ear: “Take a deep breath. Stop dumping on yourself.  Realize that Every. Single. Person makes mistake.”

To mark the first anniversary of my husband’s death, I planned a time of visiting friends and learning a new art technique: eco-printing.  What was my mistake?  I didn’t purchase cancellation insurance.  It never dawned on me to do that for this trip because my friends and the art workshop venue were not only in Canada but in the same province.  And besides, I was healthy, so why would I cancel?

The day of the trip arrived.  I loaded the car and headed to the ferry terminal and for about an hour, wandered through outdoor boutiques and craft booths at the terminal.  But soon after being on the ferry, I started feeling dizzy and nauseated and disoriented. I knew I had to lie down.  The next thing I knew, I was in a wheelchair and being taken to the infirmary where the crew member asked me questions like “Did you eat breakfast?”    Yes.  “Are you diabetic?”  No.  “Are you going to continue the trip or go home?”  Go on the trip.

But as I rested and prayed, I knew the decision I had to make … I didn’t know if the dizziness would return while I was driving and was concerned that if I continued on my trip I might cause an accident, hurt someone or myself.  For health reasons, going home was the right decision; but financially, as the French would say, “pas de tout”  because there would be no refunds.  There was nothing I could do about it except learn from the mistake and I remembered the words I had said to my friend when she had made a mistake:  “Mistakes can’t be changed, but they can teach.”

This is one mistake I won’t make again.  It taught me well.  But I’ll make other mistakes in life and hope that I will always remember that “mistakes can’t be changed, but they can teach.” 

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“GOLDILOCKS”

“GOLDILOCKS”

“Goldilocks” – who would have thought that playing with
tjanting tools, wax, Procion dyes and Arches Text Wove paper
for this birthday card for a lovely daughter-in-love recently reminded me of the children’s “Goldilocks” story.  My brain – gives me chuckles at some of the ways it works.   🙂

The birthday card didn’t turn out as I anticipated, but I learned a lot through the process. So, in case anyone wants to try making Batik on cards
here’s what I learned … the ‘large’ tjanting tool left blobs of wax … the wax from the ‘small tjanting tool couldn’t be seen until the dye was added.

For me, the Goldilocks (“Just Right”) tjanting tool is the ‘medium’ one.  Learning.  It’s all about experimenting and learning and this Fall, when I teach a group this fun technique, I know I’ll learn even more about batiking on cards.   Thanks, Goldilocks.  🙂

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ELEGY OF LOVE

ELEGY OF LOVE

Long before I knew him, our paths began to intersect.  Some call it “fate”.  Some call it “co-incidence.”  We called it “Divine Love.” In Montreal, he and his family lived about three blocks away from my family.  In North Vancouver, he lived a few miles away from me.   On the Sunshine Coast, his family had a summer cottage in the community I worked.  We never met in any of those places.And then we met, by happenstance at a Christmas Fair.  It wasn’t “love.”  It was simply a meeting of two people who shared common interests and who began to grow in friendship.  And then ‘love’ entered the scene.  Not between the two of us … just yet. But through a rescue dog, his little King Charles Spaniel named Shandy.   As the years passed, the friendship Hans and I shared, grew.  Love entered the spaces that had been empty for far-too-long for us both.

When he first asked me to marry him, I said “No, not yet.”  Then he asked again and again and again.  And each time, my response was “No, not yet.”  One day, he phoned and asked me to go for an afternoon drive with him
… we often did that. He came by with Shandy, picked me up and off we went.  And on a bench overlooking the ocean at Qualicum Beach, again, he asked me to marry him.  And this time I knew. I knew that  the obstacles we had talked about were nothing, as long as we faced them together.  I realized that his love for me was so deep, as was mine for him, that spending the rest of our lives together, no matter how long,
how short, was part of “Divine Love.”

Six weeks later he had sold his little house; I had sold my little house; a new little house was purchased and we were married and moved into our “forever, together home.”  Our wedding day was a day marked by ‘clouds’ … rain clouds and other clouds, but we knew that we would face any and all clouds … together.  We were the love of each other’s lives and we were grateful.  Over the years, laughter filled our home, deep conversations filled our home, joy and peace and hope filled our home, Divine Love filled our home.

When my beloved took his leave of this Planet Earth, he  never, never ever, takes his leave of my heart.  Like other calligraphers, he joins others in that Great-Scriptorium-in-the-Sky, and is singing in that lovely voice of his the six words of his reality:  “It is well with my soul.”

Through a cloud of sadness, love shines and always will. Through a cloud of sadness, love shines and always will.  And when the time times for me to join him, our cremains will be placed together in a unique box crafted by our wood artist friend.  Death may bring the end of life, but it does not end a relationship, for the love we were so blessed to share will never end.

Rest in peace my beloved Dutch-born, Canadian husband, Hans van der Werff.   Rest in peace.

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