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Friday, November 3, 2017

A Scary Story

A Scary Story

Another way to see past the back fence? You’re crazy. I don’t even want to get near Old Man Connery’s back fence. That back yard is just plain scary. He’s got that old shed with the door he keeps locked up all the time. Have you ever watched him go into the shed? And that big old pear tree that spreads all over the yard and hangs down in front of the shed. I snuck in there one time and stole a pear that had fallen on the ground but tore out of there when I heard him coming.”

“Sure I have. I’ve even waved at him….well kind of….he does look kind of spooky when he’s going into the shed. He goes in there and is in there for a while. Then the door opens and he checks to see if anybody’s watching and then he sneaks out and looks around again and then he locks that big padlock and before he goes back to the house he looks all around the shed to see if anybody’s there. I bet he’s got treasure and stuff in there.”

“Or maybe he’s got some kind of voodoo stuff in there and he’s making magic. He’s got voodoo dolls in there. One for everyone on the block and he’s sticking pins in the ones he doesn’t like. Haven’t you ever felt like you’ve been stuck just all of a sudden when you’re walking past his house?”

“Once maybe but I was in the front of the house. When I’m in the back by the little place I found to see, I don’t feel anything like that. I’m not even as much scared when I’m hiding like that. Here he comes! Get down!”

“Be quiet! He might hear us and get his voodoo dolls out.”

“That’s weird. He’s leaving the door open. Wide open. He never does that. I bet he’s letting all the magic out. Do you think we’ll get hit by it ‘cause we’re so close? Watch out. There’s something coming out the door. And there’s another one! They’re flying out of there. And that noise. It’s awful.”

“OMG! He’s carrying one. And smiling!”

“We’d better get out of here before he does something really awful.”

Old Man Connery chuckled. “What do you girls think of those two boys hiding behind the camellia bush in the back alley? Do you think we have them scared enough? Come on out boys. I’ve got some lemonade in the kitchen and Mrs. Connery just made a batch of her oatmeal cookies. This old shed is just a chicken coop and if you came around more often you’d see my chickens. You’ll just have to accept that there are no scary monsters in my old shed. Only chickens, chicken feathers and straw. I just come out every day to collect my girl’s eggs. Have to lock up the door to keep any neighbourhood marauders out, whether it’s boys or raccoons.”

Danny and Peter only heard the words oatmeal cookies. The big, ginormus, scary story they had created vanished. They climbed through the hole in the fence - still a little bit wary of the ‘monsters’ - but brave enough to challenge them if only to get to the cookies.

“You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.”
~ Mark Twain, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court

Thursday, November 2, 2017

An Open Definition 1 ~ ACCEPTANCE - Theme for November 2017


A
nother way to see…..
Challenging old beliefs…..
Confronting unpleasant situations……
Easing into transitions……
Participating in newness.....
Trying on new clothes……
Adjusting temperature and speed……
Navigating the rapids…..
Covering all the bases……
Exciting passages into…….

“Acceptance means events can make it through you without resistance.”
~ Michael Singer,  The Untethered Soul: The Journey Beyond Yourself

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Risky Business

Be present
accept your surroundings
surroundings inside and outside
inside your heart, mind and body
   your workplace, your home and your safe place
outside your body’s skin, the walls of your home
   on the sidewalk, on the street or across the miles

Be present
for when acceptance comes
recognition of holes or cracks
rises gently into view
creating a longing for change ~
courage and willingness for change 
risks growth on the inside and the outside.

“The future happens. No matter how much we scream.”
~ Derek Walcott, The Odyssey

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Educating Courtney

Educating Courtney

“Mom, do you remember when I applied to all those universities when I got out of high school. All the paperwork and all the questions to answer. Writing a cover letter, writing an essay about why I wanted the programs I was asking for.  Just getting out of high school and knowing nothing about anything?” 

“Oh yes, I sure do remember. I remember I wanted to pull my hair out with all the questions you asked me. And then there were your moods that went up and down and sideways after you mailed all three of them out.”

“I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

“Well, maybe not with your friends but with me and your dad, you sure were. But we all got through it. You were accepted to all three universities. And then you didn’t want to go. You didn’t want to leave home and your friends that you’d known since kindergarten. The university you finally chose was only an hours drive from here, but you still thought that was too far. I reminded you that you really could come home every weekend.”

“You dropped everything so you and dad could drive me over there. We took a day trip to the little town of Morganstern. That town was and still is so small it didn’t seem that it should be a university town. But there it was. The prettiest little university campus that I’ve ever seen. As soon as I saw it, walked on the grounds, watched the families and new grads coming out into the fresh air, I knew I could to it. I could live there and I could focus on my studies. I was certain there wouldn’t be any guys there to distract me. I could just go out in the country with my books and the quiet. But there was this one guy there…”

“It only takes one, honey and he’s turned out to be a pretty good son-in-law.”

“He’s kind of cute too, in a hunky sort of way. And there they are. Dad and his two kiddo’s coming in the front door.”

Courtney called out to her young family. “Lunch is ready and on the table. You just got here on time. All of you go get washed up before you sit down, please. Grandma’s here for lunch too.”

“Hey, girls. What have you been up to today? All this time on your hands to just visit and play in the kitchen.”

The children burst into the kitchen chattering and laughing, racing past their mom to the waiting arms of their Grandma. Always a special source of smiles and hugs and much, much love. Courtney had graduated with a Degree in Family Studies in that little campus town, with the added bonus of a gaining a rambunctious loving family.

“I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.”
~ Mark Twain

Monday, October 30, 2017

A Certain Time

        A Certain Time

Certain times of day settle deep in the soul. Christine knelt down to better see the cactus rose. The cactus rose as brilliant as the setting sun. It had always been her favourite since she was a child. Christine’s father brought her to this pink granite canyon each fall before school started. They would climb through boulders softened by wind and rain. Walk slowly down creek beds dusty from the summer heat. Always watching for rattlers. Christine stood up stiffly, no longer would she be clambering up the rock. The stroll through the base of the granite rock and down the dusty stream bed was possible. This magic place felt just as magical as when she was nine or ten. As challenging as when she was a teenager scaling the heights of the rock with her climbing group. The challenge now was just getting her knees to cooperate. Christine smiled as she stretched her back. The cactus rose was the focus of that dreamy nowness that she felt in this private pilgrimage to the Magic Canyon. In the heat of late afternoon, Christine picked up her walking stick and strolled stiffly back to her car. Her garden full of succulents gave her the pleasure of making a daily stroll from her porch chair.

“Memory is the basis of every journey.”
~ Stephen King, Dreamcatcher

Sunday, October 29, 2017

A Thrilling Saturday Afternoon

Musical movie memories from 1944 through 1993, entertained the audience at the Royal Theatre in Victoria yesterday afternoon. Edge of the seat thrillers like Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho. Hold your breath suspension like Stephen Spielberg’s Jaws. Each movie score flowed, screeched and pulled us through the ups and downs of tender scenes to murderous scenes and back again. At the end of the concert, my thoughts and discussion focused on the skill and creativity of the original composers and the very talented conductor and musicians of the Victoria Symphony.

“As important as colour is to a painting, or wings to a bird. 
Music injects vibrancy to film and makes it soar!”
Gerard de Marigny