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The older I get the more amazed I am at the simplicity of life and at the same time the complexity of it. I think sometimes we make the simplicity complicated by our own ingenuity and the insistence that something so wonderful cannot be simple. Perhaps our greatest failure is to make complex that which is not.

Transport where?

WRITING CHALLENGE

I have been doing a fun exercise and thought I would share today’s with you.

Today choose a place to which you would like to be transported if you could – and tell us the back-story. How does this specific location affect you?  Is it somewhere you’ve been, luring you with the power of nostalgia, or a place you are aching to explore for the first time?

There is a place I have been to once that claimed my spirit at first sight. Often in my thoughts and always in my heart, it is my first choice, and perhaps the second and third.   The land of my mother, more ancient than the continent on which I currently reside, has a rich history.

 The town, at the heart of the matter, was established about 1160.  In contrast the city in which I dwell was established in 1807.  Apparently back about 1100 we had an assortment of Vikings and Indigenous folk tromping around this country.

Even the age of Canada is considered ‘young’ at 200 million years whereas my land of dreams boasts a hearty age of about 500 million years.  Around the time when it drifted northwest from about 30 degrees south of the equator to its present latitude of about 54 degrees north.

Rocks, stones, green, and of course the sea welcomed this weary traveler.  The city is more that 800 miles further north than Kitchener Ontario, closer to the Arctic than we, but it is warmed by the Gulf Stream from the Atlantic so more protected from the extremes of Canada.  

Being so far north it has glorious longer days in summer, which I got to experience.  Of course the reverse holds true for the winter so my desire to be transported will be in summer please.  Far past midnight there is a light.

Did I embrace a city so rich in history, romance, intrigue, and mystery or did it embrace me? Could it recognize the DNA of far traveled offspring?  Was it the sea air, touring a city under the present one, drinking water so pure it is rated one of the best in the world, and buildings and castles built long ago, or was it something more?

My mini-me resides there, the daughter of my mother’s identical twin and four days younger than I – an important distinction to make believe me.  We speak in face-to-face everyday, sometimes just for a few minutes, sometimes a bit longer, but it ties me even closer to this family and my city of choice – Edinburgh.

Levels of communication

France & Vincent

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I wrote this entire article before I finally abandoned the attempt to sleep, though of course, I lost most of it on the way downstairs. A pity, it was a brilliant piece as I was dictating it in my mind. Isn’t that always how it is, though? That, like the doorstep wisdom that allows us to find a perfect retort in only retrospect, is the sort of wry irony the mind seems to delight in occasionally.

It is three in the morning and I cannot sleep. I’ve tried for the past couple of hours but have tossed and turned, too warm in spite of the frozen night, my body reminding me of the painkillers I should have taken and my mind hovering around the edges of that odd lucidity that lies somewhere between consciousness and sleep.

By the time the kettle had boiled about all I had left of…

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Hey! Here’s a new idea

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It shouldn’t be. And it is kinda sad that is it. A New Idea that is.

How be we start to respect each other and each others’ points of view?

No muss. No fuss. No ranting – YOU ARE WRONG YOU ARE WRONG

How about – I do not agree with you.

But I respect you and what you think. I expect that you will do the same for me.

We should not be trying to change the other. There is room for DIFFERENT in this life. In fact it is essential to our very existence.

I figure we should not expect everyone to believe, to think, exactly as we. I figure we should not put down, belittle, negate, another because of a different belief, be it religion, politics, or favourite flavour of ice cream (maple walnut).

Thinking differently does not equal WRONG.

Am I dreaming or was this not the way it was purported we believe last century?

There – that should take the heat out of the situation.

A Special Blogger – Sue Vincent

I have been a follower and admirer of Sue Vincent for years. She has both brightened and enlightened my life. Please, read, share and contribute if possible. An amazing woman. An enigma. A delight.

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Sue Vincent is one of those special bloggers and writers that inspire people all over the world. Readers have long been captivated by her posts about mythology, ancient ruins and medieval churches, and her daily #midnighthaiku. Many have participated in and grown as a result of her #writephoto prompts. She is a person of considerable talents, and in addition to posting her prompts, Sue has tirelessly supported bloggers by hosting guest bloggers and sharing blog posts. She has 19,000 and counting followers.

I’ve not met Sue in person but feel I know her through her wonderful blog posts and consider her a friend. She has taken me the width and breadth of Great Britain, to places I would have never got to myself, providing amazing historic details and wonderful photographs. To appreciate just how talented and wise Sue is, pop over to her blog. I particularly love her outlook…

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Drinks with that News?

Say, do we need 24 hour news coverage?

It occurs to me that it contributes in no small way to the rampant anxiety that is so pervasive worldwide. January 1st I decided, quite spontaneously, to embrace Dry January, the international campaign mostly embraced by the U.K., France, and Switzerland. Now approaching the last day of the month I have noticed subtle and not so subtle benefits.


I did not swear to not drink for a month, but decided on the one-day-at-a-time approach. No angst, just did it. The intent was not to quit drinking forever, but to have a brain and body reset. Will I drink in February? I don’t know. It just doesn’t seem like an important issue.


So then I wondered what else I might try for February. And the thought came with early morning light as I reached for my iPad to check the News from a number of sources, and found myself quite anxious at what I would find. And. Realized this happens several times a day.


So, I don’t believe in hiding your head in the sand from what is happening but I think I will start with the News once a day. Perhaps in the evening. I”ll figure it out as I go.


You see, I think News is no longer something that is just reported. I think once news became ‘24 hour’ accessible, it had to be pumped up to Grab Attention and Inflame Passions. And. Is. A. Major. Contributing. Factor. In World. Angst. I think legitimate investigative reporting has become Sleezy Attention Grabbing Passion Inflaming designed to ….?


So off to a adventure. I guess it all comes down to taking back control of my life and mind in small ways.

Possibly the sanest non-inflammatory words to simply explain..

I copied this from a cousin’s post on Facebook and think these are words that need to be spread.


I have been wearing a mask in stores (and limiting my trips) since March when this whole thing went down.
I’m not sure how being considerate to others for the common good is now being mocked by some who are calling it “living in fear”, but it needs to stop….


When I wear a mask over my nose and mouth in public and in the stores/Supermarkets/Pharmacies/Offices – I want you to know the following:
📷 I’m educated enough to know that I could be asymptomatic and still give you the virus.
📷 No, I don’t “live in fear” of the virus; I just want to be part of the solution, not the problem.
📷 I don’t feel like the “government controls me”. I feel like I’m an adult contributing to the security in our society and I want to teach others the same.
📷 If we could all live with the consideration of others in mind, the whole world would be a much better place.
📷 Wearing a mask doesn’t make me weak, scared, stupid or even “controlled”. It makes me caring and responsible.
📷 When you think about your appearance, discomfort, or other people’s opinion of you, imagine a loved one – a child, father, mother, grandparent, aunt, uncle or even a stranger – placed on a ventilator, alone without you or any family member allowed at their bedside…..Ask yourself if you could have helped them a little by wearing a mask.

Kitchener Firefighters Memorial Park

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It’s getting to be that time of year.  Warm days tinged with just a hint of approaching Autumn though no trees of colour noted yet.  After all it is early September here in Southwestern Ontario.

Fireman Park Memorial Hats

Bronze Helmets represent fallen firefighters from our area.

But September is also a time of remembering.  In a world filled with tragedy on a daily basis 9/11 remains the one that struck so many of us, American and non-American.  It was a wake up call of sorts I guess, alerting us to Horror and Hope.

The other day I took a walk, as I do, aiming for that 10,000 step threshold to health.  I was  going to Central Library, strolling down a street with old trees and old very large houses when I came to the corner of Margaret and Queen and noticed a small park sort of nestled in the area of Centre in the Square, of The Art Gallery, apartment buildings, and beside the library.

Having nothing to do I decided to stroll through this pocket sized park that sported a sculpture in the middle.  Unsure exactly what it was, (we have some truly baffling sculptures here and there in the city) I approached cautiously.

My jaw dropped as I did a 360.  I had no idea how long it had been there at that point but knew I had to find out.

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Kitchener Firefighters Memorial

The sculpture was done by Timothy P. Schmaltz, a Canadian sculptor in 2008 to honour those killed in the line of duty.

As I followed the pathway I came across a rusted bit of iron and at first I grimaced.  Who would place this here amongst this beauty.  Then I read the plaque.

Fireman Memorial World Trade Center

The rusted metal beam is from New York City’s fallen World Trade Center and is 3.43 metres long.  The length is purposeful since 343 firefighters were killed that day.

World Trade Center beam

Steel from the World Trade Center has been sent world wide, even as far as China for Memorials.  It certainly has a fitting home in our Memorial Park.

The photos here are from winter (obviously) and of course my stroll was in the heat of a 28C day.  The photos are from the publication Under The Sun and the park, if you are in the area is at 101 Queen St. N. Kitchener, Ontario, N2H 6P1, Canada.

P.S.  Mr. Schmaltz I gotta say, I like your work.

 

Vintage Red

True inspiration!

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Way back in 2011 as a very new blogger, and before this site was created I posted on my other site –

“I have just finished reading the novel Vintage Red by Michael Judge.

The introductory blurb says:  “Racy, blackly comic; laced with wit, both dry and expansive; a wicked ear for dialogue; cuts through to the bone, exposing venality of church and state – just a sample of the praise that greeted the arrival of this impressive first novel.” and “An original new voice and a breathtaking achievement”.

The story tells the story of a property magnate who finds after his wife’s death that she lead a disturbing life that he knew nothing about.  Throughout the book, we read about this other life and also about the husband’s domestic failings, his public amorality and his personal hypocrisy.

We learn how the wife meets a shy school teacher one afternoon…

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