24 Feb 2014 4 Comments
Gretchen is one of my must reads. She wrote a regular newspaper column back around the twenties. This one in particular is applicable today in a lesson or two. Her interest ‘was intensely human’ and I can’t help but think a little more ‘human interest’ would be a good thing.
Originally posted on Gretchen:
At one station there entered a little company of passengers, obviously of what are termed working-class. There were two men of middle-age, a youth and a girl in their mid teens, and a small boy of five or six. They were all dressed in black, from which I inferred that they were on their way to a funeral.
The men wore black bowler hats stuck on the back of their heads, leaving visible a well-oiled fringe of hair adorning their foreheads. The youth’s cloth cap was of black tweed, and all the males sported black ties with the exception of the wee boy, whose black tie was spotted with mauve stars. The girl, also in sombre mourning attire, was drawing on a pair of shiny black kid gloves.
I had imagined that this class of glove could not be bought in the ‘twenties of the twentieth century, but a few days later I walked beside a woman in black who was also drawing on gloves of that shiny black. These to me are strongly reminiscent of Sundays of very early childhood, when I whiled the tedium of the prayers in church by examining all the details of my mother’s veil and gloves on the book board before me, and marvelled at the tiny points on the finger tips of the lady’s gloves in the seat before us; for in those days gloves were worn so tight-fitting that frequently the fingers could not be pressed into the tips of the glove.
15 Feb 2014 2 Comments
These very thoughts have been tumbling about for me this week taunting me into a need for expression but leaving me without. Now Miss C? She just said it all,
Originally posted on thekitchensgarden:
I am a terrible one for answering other peoples questions before they ask them, finishing their sentences before they have their thoughts in order, rushing to and fro at a furious pace often without my mind even Turned On. I want everything done right now and just so. Head down to combat the wind thinking only where is it coming from, who is in a draft. Which doors should I shut. Is that ice underfoot? Not: what has come with this wind? What followed the wind last time it was here? What will this ice mean to the soil this year. This would help me create the pattern and prepare.
If we lean on our metaphorical gate and watch carefully we will be able to work out our environment and where we fit into it. We can see the elastic sides in our lives that we can grow into or through and the rigid areas that will hurt our toes and shins if keep fight them. We can see where we can sit and how much we can use without overloading. We can see where some relationships make you doubt yourself – and others, though wreathed in mist, are worth fighting for. We can see that there is no belonging, no quick fix, no eternal happiness, there is only Time and her attendants The Four Seasons. Dawn will come whether we stand on the grass and shout for it or not. The same with love of your person. And a piece of land to sit on.
04 Feb 2014 15 Comments
November 10, 1975 the SS Edmund Fitzgerald, a thirteen thousand ton Great Lakes Carrier sank in Lake Superior due to a Texas Low. The Edmund Fitzgerald – the same ship made famous by Gordon Lightfoot in song. Launched in 1958 she was the largest carrier on The Great Lakes until 1971 and was labeled “The Pride of the American Flag.”
The Great Lakes have a long history of laying claim to those who choose to sail her mighty waters – but that is a different story.
Southern Ontario, not to mention many other parts of the country and province have weathered our share of storms this year. Last year it seemed we heard a lot about Alberta Clippers clipping in with a goodly dose of snow and storms.
This year it is all about, yes the Alberta Clipper, but also THE POLAR VORTEX which has given us a new appreciation of old man winter who decided to take his polar weather south as though he was a Snowbird, and his presence has been felt as far the deep southern states.
Now our American friends simply cannot be left out of the party so sweeping up from the Texas Panhandle and the Gulf of Mexico comes a Low weather front that will hit us tonight – The Texas Low.
The same TL of Edmund Fitzgerald fame.
As many of you know I lived in Texas for a couple of years where much of my heart continues to reside. So all I can say is, welcome Texas Low. Please come in and enjoy the party. Only the very best are allowed here and the guest list is limited to the Alberta Clipper, Polar Vortex, and of course Texas Low.
Let’s mix it all up; twirl, dance, swirl, blow, gust away. This is winter and you have just a month to let loose and party hearty because after all this comes spring, and like a child who has exhausted all their energy romping about a little out of control, I expect you to depart with Grace and Style when the time comes.
13 Jan 2014 9 Comments
Sometimes you can gather up the best ingredients for the finest creation but something goes wrong and all the basics just won’t gel if the mixing goes wrong.
I get easily bored watching award shows; judgements on red carpet attire don’t interest me in the least, actors who deliver memorable lines and fill roles that we identify are actually the people themselves stumble and bumble along no better than we, and it all gets tedious.
I started watching the 71st Golden Globes mostly out of boredom last night, and ended up seeing it right to the end. It wasn’t tedious or boring and the natural expected level of phoniness was overtaken by what can only be described as confusing. It lacked professionalism. In the planning I think.
The co-hosts, Amy Poehler and Tina Fey, sustained their excellent standard of entertainment. These ladies are the best I have ever seen; professional, entertaining, and sort of homey and heart-warming.
Now just who organized this shindig and who let them get away with it?
Right from the start there was a placement problem. The logistics of getting winners from their seats to the podium seems to have been beyond ability. The plan seemed to be to make sure there was no direct line from the nominees to the stage, by clustering as many tables as possible. There was a walkway to the side leading to the stage and by the time our winners made the journey navigating in a squeezing hopping fashion through the tables and down the way, presenters were chatting amongst themselves, the band was running out of music, and no could remember who was receiving what for what and was it time for an entertaining commercial yet?
The of course the prompter from hell resulted in some not having any speech, some having other people’s speech, and general whining about what to do. Once couple were quickly slipped the presentation words on yellow paper to complete their presentation. Stars were sent out to the stage then called back. Order was disorder big time.
Jennifer Lawrence won first Globe and gave a terrible speech that set a tone for everyone else. She ended with ‘don’t do this again’ and I sincerely hope no one does.
Jacqueline Bisset won next and was even worse. “I wasn’t expecting this” rang out more than once on this night. Tough. If you are nominated, at least have the decency to prepare something.
It was too bad it all reflected on our hosts but I have to say, it all pretty much sucked.
In the words of Jlaw, please please please do not do this again.
03 Jan 2014 11 Comments
Who I Am and Why I am Here – Daily Post
It’s about time I was up for a challenge, having not been for what seems a very long time. Have you ever found that when you are unwell that everything around you also seems impaired in some way?
Not only physical, mental, and emotional health but everything included in your reality? Electronics seem to be a problem, the computer fights my every attempt to post, and nothing,- absolutely nothing – feels right. It doesn’t matter which area started to decline first, one thing leads to another.
In the course of my annoyingly sad descent from creativity I have become somewhat dislocated and am not sure even to handle the questions put forward by our WordPress team.
Perhaps it is enough to say that by struggling to post this year I will find the answers to the questions posed because right now I honestly could not adequately respond.
This is not a moany groany whine session, it is more like a sigh. My life has been fun and fun filled, but somewhere along the way my-rose-colored-glasses protection disappeared and I do not like it, not one bit.
I continue to read my blog buddies posts every day and marvel at their creativity, well anyone’s creativity because I cannot remember what it felt like. Whoa!
But try I will. Heaven knows I have enough raw materials to work with thanks to human kind
02 Nov 2013 17 Comments
The honor of the Media has disappeared in Canada. If in truth it ever existed.
There are plenty of ways to burn your bridges and this I know from personal experience, but it would seem that Canada is putting on a pretty good show of its own on the world stage.
You know our reputation; quiet, unassuming, excruciatingly polite, and mild mannered. We walk quietly and carry no sticks at all, mostly seen as peace keepers, until Afghanistan of course. We are never the main character but excel in supporting roles. I think this stereotypical view has been changing for some time and given the scandals of the world I figure we are still pretty mild.
We have a mayor in Toronto that made Jay Leno headlines. He has been attacked by the press for many months for alleged criminal activity and associations which went from reporting the news to ‘rabid’ attacks by the media. In my mind the guy is probably guilty but until it is so proven Canadian media has come off looking like crazed zombies out for blood, for his carcass and soul. Want to know why he appears so maligned and denigrated? Ego – One big enough to encompass the Grand Canyon, or possibly the western hemisphere. The media apparently cannot withhold its bile when faced with ego. The attacks shown on TV and in the press may actually start garnering some sympathy for Rob Ford. The guy, acting like a spoiled brat had the nerve to give digital direction to his accusers more than once, and in more than one way. Whether he just isn’t bright enough – limited by ego or intelligence – to understand the position he is in, or holds the rest of the world in such low regard doesn’t matter. The press has become the bad guy and shame on them.
We apparently have three evil senators in Ottawa who the media are out to hang prior to due course of justice. Now you have to understand that our senators are appointed and this has been viewed by many to be a reward for service to a particular Prime Minister. Nice job for life with admirable income and tax benefits. It seems Pamela Wallin, Patrick Brazeau, and Mike Duffy have made illegal claims for expenses. This has gone from newsworthy to blood sport in a few weeks. And why? You guessed it. Ego. Wallin in particular has been disliked because she treats everyone around her as less than human. She apparently has attained self-imposed Royal status and made some mighty big enemies in doing so. The facts seem to be in and in my opinion are guilty but the conduct of the media make them look like salivating dogs of hell taking bite after bite.
Senators as a whole probably in my view see themselves above all others and certainly these are not the only three, but they are going down in a most undignified way.
We have a Prime Minister I personally have never cared for. He is also about ego but has the smarts to manipulate and control. He is coming off rather badly because he has been caught in more than one lie. Now how surprising is that? A politician that lies. Coverups. Meanwhile there are bigger more costly political sins from which this whole country will suffer.
That fact never changes. The mighty pen, the media message, brings shame to this country and its people. We have never been able to trust the slant of reporting entirely and there is no such thing as blatant truth telling, but the Canadian media has been busy burning some bridges called Ethical Reporting and they should be ashamed. The problem is, they carry the message and there is little you and I can do to affect the honesty of the message. They not only deal in mob mentality, they feed it.
EGO has become the greatest crime of all which should make humble appearing criminals feel good.
Oh my why can’t we just have a good old sex scandal in government?
- The high-flying life of Pamela Wallin (macleans.ca)
- Debate on senator suspensions to continue Thursday (globalnews.ca)
- Resign, Stephen Harper. Resign (beaconnews.ca)
- Some unease over Senate scandal as Conservatives gather in Calgary (calgaryherald.com)
15 Oct 2013 22 Comments
The limiting Humaness of our species persists; a thought that occurs, leading to other considerations.
Human beings by virtue of self-definition set boundaries that previously did not exist, guided by ego and belief that proclamation makes something true? Just a thought.
Scientists working endlessly of ‘laws of nature, of the universe, actually limit development by declaring physical truths to be, well, truths.
What if – travel through space and time has nothing to do with mass, propulsion or energy?
Did ET’s build ancient complicated structures around the world such as in Malta, Egypt, England, Central America or India? Not likely, at least in the sense we consider. Perhaps all of us are ‘T’s’. Just terrestrials and none in the organism that is the cosmos is really ‘extra’.
What if we all had knowledge now lost, where space, time, and matter flowed as a single organism, and it is only our very human egos that persist in making us believe we are more than part of the universe? Man, (generically speaking here), has in the past declared we are the center, first of a flat earth, then of the solar system, then the universe. And always there seems to be a sense of surprise to find out that oops there is more.
What if there are multiverses? Do they have doppelgangers reflecting our existence as some scientists postulate? No. Again our egos insist we are so important that another universe cannot exist unless it mirrors us. Human Ego, Humaness. Have we not learned from the ‘earth is the center of the universe’ mind set?
Does this very idea make us less than we think we are? No. In fact it makes us even more important in a cosmic sense.
Here’s a thought;
Stop believing in what you see before you and stop believing you can only apply manmade, man conceived laws of nature.
Suppose for instance that The Speed of Light is not absolute. But until you let go of that idea you cannot see ‘the other’.
Suppose physical travel through time and space without machinery is possible. Clinging to our current beliefs we will never know.
Suppose building and design of massive weights and structure without ‘modern’ equipment is easily done?
Suppose communication by defined language is not necessary.
Suppose the teachings of Jesus Christ, Mohammed, Buddha, just to name a few were in fact the true message and our humanness absorbed them and turned them into ‘my God is better than your God’ and ‘if you do not belief as I then you are condemned to eternal hell’. Maybe the messages were never meant to be humanized, or limited, or politicized leading to that most evil sin, judgment of others.
Suppose the human body can self-heal but we lost that knowledge by egotistic limitation.
The answers to these rambling sorts of questions lie not in what is out there to be learned or discovered. They lie in the very center of our own being which is not a small singular entity, but the connection to the vastness of everything.
What if the only thing we had to do was to quiet our hearts and minds, tune out this noisy world of ours, and listen?
Just a thought.
- Time Travel (mymessagetogb.wordpress.com)
- Let Go Of Me, Ego (wanderlustcr.wordpress.com)
- Ego – Overcoming the Limitations of Personality While in Search of the Cosmic Self (wakingtimes.com)
22 Sep 2013 32 Comments
Ironing Out the Wrinkles of Life In a Wash and Wear World
I did something today I have not done for years. I ironed. Most people I know stopped ironing clothes when wash and wear made our lives easier, although I am not sure where the easier comes in as we have a tendency to fill the time with some other activity and the general pace of life itself has been accelerated so that it occurs to me that ironing in some way might just slow it down.
I had the ironing board out to finish off a project when it occurred to me that I might just press a few articles of clothing likes blouses, sport tops etc just for the heck of it, and I found myself seized by the need to organize drawers and closets. This is a common urge when large projects are completed. Why? I don’t know. Common sense tells me a better celebratory activity might be taking a cruise, or vacation, or even just out for a lovely dinner. Maybe it is reactionary to spending time focused on one thing and neglecting a hundred other things. For instance, IF I had put the board and iron away when I finished with it, the thought to do anything else probably would not have drifted through my grey matter.
Anyway, there stood board and iron. Emptying drawers and a pile of fresh laundry from yesterday – because I did not put it away then – beckoned me on.
As I was pressing lace and designs I realized that by accepting wash and wear I was missing intricate beauty brought by a little heat and pressure and at that moment when I removed the iron did I see the fine stitching, the ivory sheen.
My mind started to wander a bit as I considered how much of our own lives do we just wash and wear? A large part of the world I see figures that all they have to do is ‘put it out there’, believe and it will be, without realizing that it takes some heat and pressure and persistence to make it so. Didn’t someone say that luck is 90% hard work? Or something like that. The idea being that verbalizing and thinking something is just the first step. Then come the actions, the work; the energy to make it happen.
A positive frame of mind and spirit is invaluable but unless we use it to iron out the wrinkles in our lives we are forever stuck in a wash and wear existence. And really, is the fabric of our existence not the quality material we want to show and display?
- 7 Wrinkle-Busting Tips (No Iron Required!) (brit.co)
- Ironing Recommendations If you Do not Need to Employ Ironing Services (ironingservicesbromley.wordpress.com)
- Wash Day Blues (behindtheclutter.wordpress.com)
- Put Down the Iron: You’ll Thank Us! (thefableists.wordpress.com)