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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.

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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Down Memory Lane Workbook Now Ready

I have had experience with Judith’s Memory Lane course and it is easy and fun. It is meant for the next generations so you don’t have to sound like an author, you just have to sound like you, sharing your memories with loved ones.

I choose how I will spend the rest of my life

Hey, hey.it’s Saturday again.  Time for Six Word Saturday

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I am sorry to say that the site no longer exists, but some of us are continuing with Six Word Saturday. Please join us for a bit of. fun.

My six words are in the title if this post. To live in lives we leave behind, is not to die.”
Judith Baxter 1938 –

In 2009 I devised and have since run a course on Memory Witing,  This is not to write your life story, but to record your memories to pass on to future generations. But now, after so many years, the time came for the workbook to be updated.  And now it has been,

The course is ideally, run as a group, but sometimes I have had people who either didn’t have the time or the desire to work in a group, and so they have successfully worked…

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A Surprising Saturday full of changes – subtle as they may be

 

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Sometimes change surprises me.  And I ask myself, If change is not planned, is it then chance?

I think there are subtle changes constantly as time goes on.  It may be a subtle as adapting to how we do things.  Perhaps due to physical changes as we grow and age, or it may be a change in attitude or perspective.  With or without external influence because, of course, it could be due to internal influences.

I was surprised to realize changes I had made.  Without consciously planning – I think.

On this moist Saturday morning here in sunny southwestern Ontario, humidity was 100%, I awoke to some thoughts.  Of course.  Those who have followed me know I have this thing about first morning thoughts being the best and brightest of the day.

The most astounding change, which for some reason only occurred to me during the ‘brightest thoughts of the day’ moment was realizing MY changes of late.  For example, FB gives a voice to anyone who signs on, billions I think, and it gives a voice without thought or reason.  No filter necessary.  It’s a reactionary voice.  See a post – react.  Reminds me of the instructions on shampoo bottles – shampoo, rinse, repeat.  Reactionary posts, in my mind, are most often inflammatory.

I had gotten into a despicable habit, thought to really be a public service, until I really thought about it. Damn, ‘thought’ does change things.  Whenever I read a news article about some outrageous thing I would post it on FB.  And as you know while I used to call out perceived injustices in many things, there suddenly appeared someone on the world stage who  provided fodder not just daily but sometimes hourly.

The end result was I felt like um,  well you can guess.  Then I came across some more positive things to share and without realizing it I discovered I was feeling much better about the things.

See?  Change without planning.  Quite nice.

Another change that just seemed to evolve but I did not realize until my ‘brightest thoughts’ this morning is the way I carry out my day.  I am a huge advocate for  GOALS.  But only thought about them daily and never really and truly did anything about them.

Then as simple as rolling over in bed I started doing somethings differently.  My usual routine had been to wake, pick up  my iPad, check emails etc, play a game and contemplate my schedule for the day. ( A biggie when one is retired.)  Then one morning a few days ago a ‘brightest’ thought drifted across my brain – what if I did not look at my iPad but first got up, had breakfast, and carried on.  The first couple of times I chose to ignore said thought, but one adventurous morning followed that thought.  And it has made quite a change to my creativity, which is always best first thing. *Since I am blogging instead of vegging – it seems it was a good idea.

There are quite a few subtle changes I realize, and I won’t list them, but there are a couple of wise thoughts that repeat of late:

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Do not believe everything you think.’ As Louise Penny’s, Armand Ganache says, in ‘A Great Reckoning’

‘Three things to take care – Of whom you speak, To whom you speak, and when, and why, and where,’ A paraphrase from Judith Baxter  of ‘I choose how I will spend the rest of my life’ when she spoke of sayings her mother taught her.

There is a new project of sorts I have started.  It came from one of those blurby things on FB and I can’t refer you to it except it was about Headlines we read.  Pretty grim these days and instead of READING headlines to MAKE your own headline each day.  For instance: AGING WOMAN DISCOVERS CHANGE FOR THE BETTER NOT ONLY POSSIBLE BUT RELATIVELY PAINLESS.

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Thursday reflections

It becomes real personal real fast when you know those caught up in it.

Waking up on the Wrong Side of 50

They’ve began daily marches down my street….

In protest.

The rallying cry…

“NYPD suck my dick”

Which is a really good chant as they’ve synchronized their cadence….

And they’ve kept the trash in the cans as they’ve set it on fire…

Any uncontainered trash has just been thrown in the street…

Fingers crossed…no broken windows or looting

yet

On my street anyway…

This is just my reflection on the matter.

This is what I see, and hear, out my bedroom window.

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Goodbye America

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Graham, McConnell et al, have subverted Democracy in Allegiance to One Who Has Killed America and in doing so have failed to govern, spending time digging up bones instead of taking care of its citizens. This is not the time for silence. Every voice must be heard. We are witnessing Civil War and the end of a civilization. Congress has equal power to the president. A stop gap, a guard to insanity but have chosen to throw their lot in with The Destroyer. A country is dying before our eyes. And the danger is The Poison spawned by Donald J. Trump Destroyer will spread. Has already spread. There is no United in The United States of America anymore. Goodbye America.

Easter in Lockdown

I choose how I will spend the rest of my life

“It is a serious thing just to be alive
on this fresh morning, in this broken world.”
Mary Oliver

Along with the rest of the world, our plans for Easter this year have had to be abandoned.  This was to be a special Easter. My baby girl was having a special birthday on the 11th April, the Saturday of Easter. She was born four days before Good Friday and often since then, Easter has been around her birthday.

But now 60 years later (can I possibly be that old?) I had booked a cottage in one of the wine-growing regions for us.

My daughter, her two sons and girlfriends (if they wished) would all sally forth on Good Friday, spend three nights there and then head back home. We would spend our days wandering the vineyards and sampling the wines. We have a built-in driver as my daughter doesn’t drink…

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My Easter Sunday Dinner Jacket/Robe

Some mornings, especially on Sundays, and especially this Easter Sunday, I am moved to reach back to a quieter simpler time.  As a child, Easter mornings brought along with chocolate and decorated eggs a new outfit for each of us five children.  Suits and ties for the two boys and cute dresses, gloves, hats and purses for the three girls.  Not an easy accomplishment in those days.

So this morning I arose thinking that I would dress up.  Not for church, or family gathering, but just for the heck of it.

So by mid-morning I had showered, done my hair, my makeup, and was sipping my coffee thinking that this indeed would be a day with no work, no chores, no shopping (easily done in these days of isolation and hunkering down).

I would read, knit, listen to audiobooks, perhaps a movie (if Jesus Christ Superstar plays) and I would look darn good doing it.

So some thoughts whilst all this was happening.  Into my 7th decade I realized a few things.

FACT: It takes a lot longer to ‘dress up and look better than it used to. * That’s okay I have the time.

FACT: It seems there is a 100% chance of slopping.  That includes cooking and eating.  *Geez

That took my thoughts to ‘clothing protection’.  I think I was in the shower when I started thinking about Dinner Jackets.  Like this:

dinnerjacket  Yes my mind did include JB. (That’s James Bond Judith, not Baxter!)

It occurred to me that centuries ago dinner jackets were worn by men so they did not slop on their clothes while eating.  Research did not bear this out alas.

Should I even dress? Up?

Well sure so my Dinner Jacket idea became this:

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Except mine does not exactly look like this.  It is white and rather worn (the kindest description I could think of).  But oh my when I take it off I will be lovely.  (it’s all about perception folks!)

happy easter

Make Your Contribution Count

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Make Your Contribution count for you me we, is a portrait of courage not only of the remarkable women whose stories are highlighted, but also of the author, Suzanne F. Stevens, who travelled, interviewed, learned, and taught, over a number of years.
While the overall tone seems ‘Women’ centred, it quickly becomes clear that men are an integral part of “You Me We” making contributions count. This book honours women BUT at the same time does not dishonour men. Suzanne’s primary team of herself and her husband/partner Michael demonstrate the strength in TEAM.
Suzanne’s scholarship program detailing successes and challenges is inspiring. (there is a reason I keep going to that word!)
This book contains surprises, unknown to most, but essential in becoming most effective in our contributions.
What can I tell you from my pretty ordinary perspective?
This is a book about Inspiration, Pay it Forward, and always be grateful.
The women are current leaders, teachers, and business women.
No journey is solitary. No success is singular.

Discover prompts, Day 2: Open

Hope

 

A rather tempting word in current times to consider.

Open mind, Open house, Open ended, Open secret, Open handed.

Open Door?

Perhaps, just to let fresh air in.  Many cannot go out.  Or if they do it is a solitary activity.

Not really social distancing but physical distancing.

It is taking some getting used to.  For some that is the least of their worries, more concerned with food on the table, paying rent.

Governments make a lot of showy noise about billions and trillions, none of which has found its way to those in need.

Words that cannot be used with Open?  Bureaucracy, Politics, Lies, Fabrications, Promises

Is Open a word of Hope?  Perhaps.  I guess it is what we make it.  Just like life.

I’m too simple minded to be bored

“You must be bored too,” she said sounding uncharacteristically depressed.

That seems to be the opening sentence in phone calls lately, and that is my characteristically go to response.

The last few days seem to be something of a whirlwind with the day ending with an incomplete To-Do list. I like lists. Doesn’t mean I follow list but making them is fun. During my daily chat between Southwestern Ontario and New Zealand JB pointed out that I am busy because I choose to be busy. (She of I Choose How I Will Live my Life fame).

My List has twelve things on it. There are other things I do but these are things that I have decided are important to me. Today I would like to share one of these 20 minute activities.

JB, across continents and equators and I do an 8 minute Tai Chi with Don Fiore every day and I also do the 20 minute Daily Qigong with Louhan Tapping.

Try it if you choose, or don’t if you choose not. A little stretching and breathing gives my day substance and keeps this simple minded entertained.

Stay Safe everyone!