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Saturday, January 4, 2020

Seeding?

Seeding?

“Energy that hasn’t existed before?”

Uncle Thomas seemed confused and he didn’t even have white hair yet. My parents named me after him but everyone called me Tommy. When I grew up, I wanted to be called Thomas. I thought I was pretty grown up already because I would be seven years old on my birthday this month. But people keep asking me what I want to be ‘when I grew up?’ Don’t they know I want to be a farmer like Uncle Thomas, and I kind of am already. I guess I got pretty confused too about the energy thing so when I asked Uncle Thomas, the best farmer in the world, and he just asked me back I was worried. See, I was going to plant beans in the spring when it was time. The ones that climb on bean poles - I guess that’s why they call the poles ‘bean poles’ - and they have red flowers. But the beans I had for seeds looked dead. Like there was no growing kind of energy in them at all. I didn’t want to plant a bunch of dead seeds and be the worst farmer in the world when I was just starting out. Uncle Thomas gave me the bean seeds and a little patch of his garden for my farm! Well, I guess it’s not really a farm yet, but you have to start somewhere, you know. Uncle Thomas isn’t mean. So I decided to ask him the energy question that made his forehead wrinkle up. 

“Tommy, do you remember where those beans came from? Remember we talked about it last fall harvest. We talked about all kinds of seeds. Wheat, oats and beans and peas and all the things your aunt and I plant in our garden and in the fields.”

“Now, I remember! The plants get energy from the sun and the rain. Nitrogen and oxygen from the rain. And the sun……is the word photo….something?”

“You’ve got a pretty good memory, Tommy. The word you want is photosynthesis. All that energy goes into growing the plants and making the seeds so a new plant can grow in the next year.”

“But why do the seeds all look like they’re dead?”

“Well, they look dead but they are dormant. Being dormant is rather like keeping a secret or maybe sleeping. Their secret is that they are alive. When you’re sound asleep, you are still breathing and your heart is still beating. Sleep lets your energy build up at the end of a day. When seeds are dormant they are doing the same thing, except they can stay asleep for a long time. It’s up to us farmers to wake them up. With beans, we wake them up gently by soaking them in the house before putting them in the ground. But why all the questions about planting? Spring is too far off to get your garden growing.”

“I think every farmer should know this stuff and I didn’t want to wait until spring to ask. What if I forgot my question or you were already in the field and I couldn’t ask you? So I’m glad we had this talk now.”

“So am I. Let’s go out to the kitchen and work on my new jigsaw puzzle. Aunt Marg has some hot cocoa and cookies for us. When it’s not planting time but feels like it should be, it’s almost a sad thing. I think we could use just a little cheering up - don’t you?”

“Kids don’t remember what you teach them. They remember what you are.”
~ Jim Henson

Friday, January 3, 2020

Abundant


H
ealth and wealth 
not always a good pair
except for their rhyme.

Health comes and goes
with the genes we are given
and the lives that we lead.

Wealth seems a golden mirage!
but abundance can be seen
within homes, minds and hearts.

2020 is here in cloud or in sun
So Cheers! to whatever we're given
in this blessed new year.

“Live from abundance; 
Utilize with economy;
Share in advance.
~ Geoffrey M. Gluckman, Deadly Exchange

Thursday, January 2, 2020

Forward Ho!

Photo from December 22, 2019
 On the way from the Island
Come forward…..
but don’t forget
each passing year’s
gifts, achievements and
lessons from life.

Come forward ~
Stand as straight as you can.
Lean into what comes....
New gifts, new achievements,
more lessons from life!

Come forward ~
Smile or cry if you must,
but embrace this new year
with patience and strength
for calling out ‘Cheers!’

“Good-bye and hello, as always.”
~ Roger Zelazny, The Courts of Chaos

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

Cheers!! - CHEERS ~ Theme for January 2020

At the beginning of each month, I choose a new theme for my writings. I’m not always successful in capturing the theme I’ve chosen, however I always enjoy the word crafting. Each January, the theme is rather more important. 'Cheers' is the word of the day for New Year’s gatherings. It’s also a word heard at banquet tables, at bars or between friends around the kitchen table at any time of the year. I like to think that cheer is somewhat attainable for us all, especially when coming out of dark times. For some, times and situations are very dark, when hope seems to have been merely a dream. So I say 'Cheers!' to everyone for this New Year that we may all find our way, backlit by friendship, fellowship and good cheer.

Come forward……
Health and wealth……
Energy that hasn’t existed…..
Enthusiasm builds slowly……
Renewal and rest are……
Substitutions for last year’s….

“Each age has deemed the new-born year 
The fittest time for festal cheer.”
~ Sir Walter Scott

Tuesday, December 31, 2019

What Had Been Given

This short story was originally titled ‘Reality Moves Forward from the Past’. It seemed too long and unwieldy. Written for New Year's in 2013, it really did need some fixing! So, after editing, fixing typos and doing general upgrades I’m pleased. We all do those things on a daily basis. Learning more effective ways of doing or saying things. Typos? I’m not sure about that one unless we’re actually writing something by hand with a real pen and a real piece of paper! Although changing frown wrinkles to smile wrinkles seems possible. General repairs tend to get a little more necessary over time. Changing eating habits and increasing exercise are difficult choices! My attitude toward each year that passes can be filled with just bit of resentment. Having to adjust activities when sleep is at a premium, when I can’t eat as much as I want, when my eyes need more help……….I won’t go on. What we have been given by our families, friends and mentors, whether a quilt or homespun wisdom, can be cherished anyway. Being grateful for the good and, strangely the bad, has moved me forward in my heart.

What Had Been Given

Elizabeth sat in the middle of the tiny bedroom. It was the only room that held all of  her past. Videos, books and cassette tapes. A crocheted picture created by her aunt decades before. Elizabeth had tried to create something out of her life, purchasing bits and pieces to build her home ‘from the inside out’. She hadn’t realized there were so many memories in these few charming gifts that did not fit her lifestyle with Rudy. It was New Year’s Eve. Elizabeth wore her new slinky floor length black dress. Traced on the black silk, tiny diamonds flowed left shoulder to waist to join pleats encrusted with tiny rubies. The diamonds faded in starlight streams twinkling gently over her bosom, waist and hips. The narrow but slightly flaring skirt only caught a very few of the diamonds. Simple ruby earrings and a pendant would be her only accessories. Her hair was silvered with only few streaks of black streaming from one temple. Hair that would be styled in a fashionable chignon. Held in place by silver combs. Because the evening was a formal dinner, she had chosen the black satin and low pumps. A very tall woman, she preferred wearing flats or low pumps. She had no illusions that her figure was anything but that of a mature woman. The youthful gleam in her eyes complemented her maturity.

Rudy, her ‘prince charming’, still elegant and still charming, hated wearing what he called the 'dreadful penguin suit’ with the bow tie that he was certain threatened to strangle him. Preferring walking shorts and a golf club, he felt completely out of his element. Brushing back the consistently wayward curl from his forehead, Elizabeth had convinced him that he was dressing up only for her. She assured him he could play golf without question any time at all, even though Elizabeth seldom complained about his golf games. He had kissed her tenderly and said ‘Only for you, my love. Only for you.’

Her reality was now and just as joyous. Her past was tucked up comfortably in one of the many spare bedrooms in this grand home that her parents had never dreamed possible. Elizabeth cherished all that she had been given. The twin bed with the quilt her grandmother made for her. The Ann and Andy porcelain dolls in the old rocking chair given one Christmas by her great aunt. So many joyous memories made before she and Rudy had even met.  A time when diamonds and rubies were merely sparkles seen in jewelry store windows. Gently putting her old dolls back in place, smoothing the quilt, she checked the time. Closing the door on her memories, she began preparing for the New Year to come.

“The gift was not large as money goes, and my need was not great, but the spirit of the gift is beyond price and leaves me blessed and in debt.”
~ Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten

Monday, December 30, 2019

Through the Windshield


We were driving west toward Vancouver up from Kelowna. Through the windshield we saw it. Sunrise had lightly brushed low clouds with pink and mauve tints. Heavily snow covered pines stood tall and clean. This magnificent scene greeted my son and I this morning after coming through a short piece of fairly heavy fog on the Okanagan Connector. With no traffic on the road, we slowed to get pictures of this very breathtaking scene. 

Often, after the dizzying heights of Christmas and holiday gatherings, we come away with bitter sweet memories that may be just as beautiful as those of land and sky. Some may be a bit clouded, but still part of the life of these gatherings. Returning to our daily lives, they may be diminished until we see some picture or gift from these special times. 

Our trips, both to and from Vancouver to Saskatchewan, were safe and steady, not without concerns. December weather in the mountains is not to be taken lightly! But this important holiday was specifically for strengthening of family ties, as well as ties to old friends. These scenes from our road trips become reminders of the joys experienced this last week. Personally, light or heavy snow is a big part of home and family for me, whether viewing it or shovelling it. Each of us has some memory or memories with very personal meaning of home and family to cherish. They are our very own connectors to home.

“Home is where one starts from.”
~ T.S.Eliot

Sunday, December 29, 2019

Homeward Bound ~ 3

Homeward bound this morning. Weather and road reports are good. This Christmas holiday has been full of wonder and hugs, with so many great visits with extended families and old friends seen too infrequently. Of course the very best was seeing the youngest of extended family ~ my great granddaughter with her energy, sweetness and two brand new teeth! She has wonderful parents who are absolutely in love with her.

My son and I will not arrive in Vancouver until tomorrow as we have one more family visit on the way. One of those brief but brilliant stopovers that stretch out holiday goodness before setting us Vancouver bound tomorrow morning. Looking forward to being with my eldest son, my grand dogs and grand kitty tomorrow despite the very bitter sweet parting of leaving our loved ones in Saskatchewan. To have family and know family is a true blessing  my life.

“The reason it hurts so much to separate is 
because our souls are connected.”
~ Nicholas Sparks