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Saturday, August 18, 2012

Movie Review - Bruce Almighty ~ directed by Tom Shadyac


A GODly image?


I’ve become best friends with my mop?

Disliking housework 
since knee-high to a grasshopper!

Avoiding housework, 
willing to pay the cost of being chastised.

But one special character in this 
friendly, funny movie had an interesting impact.

Not the star ~ but the co-star
made in God’s image
both on earth and in the movie.

His portrayal 
real and right now.

With mop in hand,
he just cleaned the floor and made things bright.

Easy and slow.
Just being the miracle
with a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his brow.

If that’s all housework is ~
I can do that!

p.s. The movie? ~  
Bruce Almighty with Jim Carrey and Morgan Freeman

Confession time (August 2012):
Doing the dishes I am good at.
Keeping things tidy - not too bad
Dusting and mopping - well, I still need a bit of work!

“Housework is work directly opposed to
the possibility of human self-actualization.”
~   Ann Oakley

Friday, August 17, 2012

A Wonderful Ending......

A 'Donkey Hug' at the Farm
An ordinary day with a wonderful ending. 
Calm weather, so welcome, is hot today, clear skies and wind just enough.
Home to my house and my garden,
I browsed through the fridge for something to eat.

Then - aha! - I can go to a barbeque gathering tonight
at Beacon Hill Children’s Farm.
Annually all the volunteers are celebrated 
with a barbeque at the Farm 
for all that they do throughout the year.

There are so many jobs in a farmyard
caring for chickens, ducks and pigs,
llamas, bunnies and hamsters,
and the energetic, bouncing goats!  
These stars of the Farm yard stampede through the main Farm lane each morning and each night, racing for breakfast or for bed.

Who makes up the volunteers crews for the Farm?
Little ones with parents in tow
Teens, adults, and seniors
Residents of group homes throughout the city
All come to the Farm to share in the joy of animal care.

The result?
The same variety of people from our city,
our province and all the other provinces,
visitors to our city from many different lands
summer day camps of toddlers in bright coloured vests,
the well and infirm, whether walking or by wheelchair,
are able to enjoy the miracle of animal life 
in this amazing farm setting between the ocean and city.

And when I came to Victoria, 
I became an honoured ‘pooper scooper’ with the goats
I have sat at the front counter to welcome our guests.
It was a piece of a farm life that I missed desperately.

So the wonderful finish to my day is being part of 
a celebration of kindness and good works.
A personal thank you goes out to everyone 
at Beacon Hill Children's Farm for 
your great care of all these lovely animals!


“Unselfish and noble actions are the most
radiant pages in the biography of souls.”
~ David Thomas

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Where are My Roots?

The things that we
can see and touch
have lived and worked with
have played and slept with
erode with time and life events.
We carry the memories that they hold within them
as we spread ourselves to the four winds

Where are my roots?
They are 
in a wide prairie grain field,
in the hands and hearts that worked the soil.
They are 
in my childhood home
and the hands and hearts that grew my family.

Roots grow downwards and crawl sideways 
traveling with the moisture,
looking for the light.
Plants grow up through soil
soft and friable or
hard baked and cracked
but they will grow.

We each are part of the great roots that we seek
In the shade of my past, I dig up my roots.
In the sun of the present 
I see them more clearly as perspiration 
drips down my forehead 
runs down my face.
The future lingers in
the glare of the sun
or the deep darkness of a moonless night.

Fate and circumstance define 
the existence of my roots with
each child that is born,
each life that grows strong
with each family story that is shared.


"I will continue my path, but I will keep a memory always."
~ Rosie Thomas, Iris and Ruby


Wednesday, August 15, 2012

The Call of the Garden


I’ve run out of steam
on this hot and sunshine-y day.

So many plans this morning
but the sun so very warm
and the garden......
It’s not wise to ignore the
call of the garden!

I planted a ‘crop’  
very late in the year,
just for the sheer joy of planting.
Potatoes, beans and some squash
A tomato plant - it’s about 4 feet tall!
And peppers  - a bell and a jalapeno.

I dug around them
tidied the soil at their feet
and watered them when shade came around.

Betwixt and between,
I came into the house
Laundry,
Snacking,
Reorganizing
Groceries
And lunches ready for the next few days.

There are a few loose ends to tie up
but with the windows and doors open
the fan on
tie them up, I will.


“The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, 
head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture
a garden is to feed not just the body, but the soul.”
~ Alfred Austin


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Contentment is........

Sharing a meal with a friend ~
fish and chips in an eclectic restaurant
decor like the inside of an aquarium

Looking out at 
water rippling gently
boats with sails furled

Watching 
our shadows in the water from the pier
children playing in the driftwood

Feeling 
sun warmed breezes
cooling the day.

Wandering in
toy stores with all manner of fun and games
dusty antique book stores with decades of books.

Browsing in
kitchen and herb stores
rock and gem shop

Discussing
contentment vs happiness
which corner to turn next

Wandering the sidewalks
of Sidney by the Sea
on a warm summer day.




“One is content if one can find happiness in simple pleasures.”
 ~  Thomas Malloy

Monday, August 13, 2012

Finding Cora

Finding Cora

Cora awoke to the roosters crow, the same way she did every morning. Birds inside and outside of the cage began chirping and chittering sleepily.  Cora had spent a safe night and felt quite calm in the morning. For a moment she forgot where she was but the morning sky was different. Ordinarily she couldn't see much sky from her night perch in the cage. On this morning, edging away from the crevice she had backed into, and peeping out from under an oak leaf, she could see sunshine filtering through the leaves. Everything glowed around her.  

Cora flew up to the branch above her where the leaves were thinner. From her high perch Cora saw the magnificent sky opening to the sun as it rose. The edge of the early morning sun was a golden arc on the horizon rising slowly to shine kindly on the land. In the distance, an eagle soared. Old feelings of wanting to soar into the sky rushed through her tiny body. Could she leave the flock - her family? Could she leave Mr. and Mrs. Winkle? Shaking her head and ruffling her feathers, she told herself  “No! I don’t know how to live out here. And I’m not an eagle.”

Stamping her tiny talons she decided she would just enjoy this perch until Mr. and Mrs. Winkle came out to sit in their rocking chairs, reading and letting everyone flock around them. The Winkles probably hadn't even noticed her disappearance. But Cora knew that Wally had. Had he had been awake all night? Had he clung to the inside of the cage and called to Cora every now and then to come home?

Cora’s feelings were so mixed up - and she didn’t even know that cockatiels had this many feelings. So she thought and she thought while a busy wren family twittered and the crows raspy voices raked the air. A robin flew up to her branch and wanted to know why she had stayed out of the cage in the night. It almost felt like she was at home. All the birds were different but all the birds in the tree were friendly. Some of them she knew from their visits to the cage that protected the flock.

Suddenly she heard the flock squawking their welcome to Mr. and Mrs. Winkle. Finally. What should she do?  How would she get down and across the lane without being someone’s breakfast?

But Mr. and Mrs. Winkle didn’t stay in the cage - they didn’t even go to their rocking chairs. She could see them talking to Wally and then....they were calling her! “Cora! Cora!” They did notice!

Mr. Winkle went one way and Mrs. Winkle went the other. Mrs. Winkle was coming across the gravelly lane to the big oak tree. Cora was so excited! She bobbed up and down and screamed “I’m up here! I’m up here! I’m up here!”

Mrs. Winkle heard Cora’s screams and called Mr. Winkle. “Mr. Winkle! Bring the big ladder! Wally was right. He knew that she would go to the big oak tree.”

Mr. Winkle went into the toolshed behind the house, put his big ladder in his old green truck and drove over to the big tree. He carefully backed the truck up to the tree. Putting the ladder up from the bed of the truck box to the trunk of the tree, he made it steady and solid so he could climb up and try to reach Cora. Mr. Winkle didn't see Mrs. Winkle climb into the truck box. He had just made the ladder steady and secure, when Mrs. Winkle in her housecoat and green slippers almost ran up the ladder.

“Come Cora. Come sit on my shoulder and we’ll go down together.”

And so Cora came home with Mr. and Mrs. Winkle, and back to Wally in the big cage filled with sunflowers and strawberries. She was glad to be back with the flock, with her family, but still wistful about the great outdoors. It had been a wonderful and terrifying experience.  

Cora thought quietly to herself "Maybe I could learn how to live safely outdoors. I could fly in the big oak tree and eat grapes from the grapevine in the yard. Maybe Mr. Winkle would make a birdhouse just for me so I could stay outside. Then I wouldn’t have to leave the flock or the Winkles. Maybe...........


“We should come home from adventures and perils, and 
discoveries every day with new experience and character.”
 ~ Henry David Thoreau

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Cora Cockatiel - Part Three - Cora is Frightened

Cora Cockatiel - Part Three - 
Cora is Frightened 

In fact, Cora was not that far away. At first, when she flew out of the cage, it was so exciting!  The sun was warm and so very bright.  There was not a whisper of wind. The big tree was farther away, and taller, than she had thought. Just as she settled on an inner branch, a hawk streaked past her so close to her it shook the branch she was on. She hissed and screamed loudly in fright, and took quick sideways steps deeper into the tree. Trembling, she called to Wally, but he couldn’t hear her.  None of her friends were there. Mr. and Mrs. Winkle weren’t there.  Cora was away from her flock. She was paralyzed with fear. She didn’t want to fly out into that wonderful big sky for fear that the hawk would be waiting. But she wanted to go home.

Cora had been raised and had learned to fly within the bounds of a large and beautiful cage. Short fluttering back and forth flying. Cora really wanted to fly like eagles soaring high in the sky.  She learned only what she had been taught by her elders.

In the first cage, only a small and modest one, there had been small spaces for nesting boxes at the back. And as the flock grew, so did the need for space. One day, Mr. Winkle brought home a grand new cage pulled by his old green truck. Attached to the back of the criss-cross of cage wires was a wonderful birdhouse that looked just like Mr. and Mrs. Winkle’s house. Their beautiful flock of white and grey and yellow cockatiels, with their families, would have a new home.

All the cockatiels screamed and squawked in great excitement when they were transferred from the old cramped cage to this grand new one.  Mrs. Winkle put tall plants and giant sunflowers in the cage. Mr. Winkle planted strawberry vines that climbed up the wires. They could climb on and perch in the tall plants, and in the fall they had fresh sunflower seeds to eat.  There were tall, rusty grasses in great urns that gave them some seeds to eat and feed their little ones.  The roof was of a finer mesh netting that let the sun and the breeze in.  On a rainy day, Mr. Winkle could roll a cover over it to keep the flock dry. The cockatiels loved their new home.

In one corner, with tall sunflowers on either side, were two rocking chairs. Facing out into the side of the small farm, they could watch fields of yellow mustard and blue flax in the early summer, and golden rows of grain in the fall.  At night, the cockatiels went into their warm house and their night-time perches.  Nesting boxes,kept clean, were always ready for the mating pairs of cockatiels.

The Winkles came out to the bird cage every morning after breakfast. Mr. Winkle chewed his unlit pipe and read his morning newspaper; Mrs. Winkle joined him with her latest book.  There they would sit in the early morning sunshine with their birds flocking all around them. The rocking chairs were never dirty as Cora and Wally, the most senior birds, instructed all the other birds to only fly into that corner if Mr. and Mrs. Winkle were there in the morning.  Mr. and Mrs. Winkle would dust the rocking chairs each day. Each time the cage was cleaned, so were the rocking chairs.

Occasionally, one of the new young hatchlings would hop from branch to cage wall to branch, just a tiny bit at a time edging over to one of the chairs.  Just as he or she was about to hop onto the back of the chairs, Wally or Cora would send a shrill whistle 'Get off! Get off!’ sending the offending teenager scurrying back to the flock.  

Cora thought about all of these things while she shivered in the tree. But as the sun set, she resigned herself to staying still in the tree until morning.  Cora found a crevice in the trunk of the big tree keeping her back against it's rough trunk. When wild birds had visited the cage, she had asked them many questions. Then she had only been curious about their safety without a cage around them. Now, their twittering, chirping answers were the only things she had to keep herself safe.

She watched for the old cat that roamed the yard.  He prowled and roamed at night, and many times had tried to get into the big bird cage.  She didn’t think that he spotted her when she flew.  For once she wished she was pearl grey like Wally.  There were night owls that wouldn't have minded a bright yellow snack. At night Cora didn’t think she’d have to worry about eagles or hawks, but she kept quiet and hidden in the tree. 

When she realized that she would be away from the flock and alone all night, Cora shivered again.  She decided she really didn't want to soar like the eagles, or take long trips like the geese.  She just wanted to go home.  She was sure that when morning came and Mr. and Mrs. Winkle came to sit in their morning chairs, she could fly down and return home.  Cora tucked her head under her wing and slept.

*****

From Answers.com to question about predators of cockatiels:
"Cockatiels are parrots and, like all parrots, they have two main means of escaping predators.
They tend to fly in flocks, which provides them some protection, as there is safety in numbers. All members of the parrot family fly erratically.  This makes it more difficult for predators such as hawks to catch them.  Hawks soar and fly smoothly but they cannot follow the erratic path of a typical parrot."


“Fear is the foundation of safety.”
~ Tertullian