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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.

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:

grey-dressing-bath-robe-isolated-600w-127395488Not exactly the same thing but….

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

make Your Contribution Count

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!

Diversion

5 Sentence Fiction

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That JB, my Kiwi friend, is reinstating a fun blogging exercise.

She will provide the prompt (today it is the word DIVERSION).

Make 5 sentences of any length. Link us up in your Tags.

Or copy the link into her comments.

As she plotted and explained the mechanism for compliance in the exercise she discovered that the very process was indeed a sufficient DIVERSION to take her mind off the affairs of the day.

*HA JB I am counting those 5 sentences as my contribution!! **But not counting this!

I Snagged this from a friend’s FaceBook page. Says it all

Just to remind everyone that the last thing out of Pandora’s Box, was hope….

IN THE TIME OF QUIET

by Philippa Atkins

No one’s told the daffodils about the pause to Spring

And no one’s told the birds to roost and asked them not to sing

No one’s asked the lazy bee to cease his bumbling round

And no one’s stopped the bright green shoots emerging through the ground

No one’s told the sap to rest, deep within the wood

And stop the sleepy trees from waking, wreathed about in bud

No one’s told the sky to douse its brightest shades of blue

And stop the scudding clouds from puffing headlong into view

No one’s asked the lambs to still the springs beneath their feet,

To stop their rapid rush and quell each joyful bleat

No one’s told the stream to halt its gurgle or its flow

And warned the playful breezes, not to gust and blow

No one’s asked the raindrops not to fall upon the earth

And fail to quench the soil in the season of rebirth

No one’s locked the sun down, or dimmed the shimmer of the moon

And even in the darkest night, the stars are still immune

Remember what you value, remember who is dear

Close the doors to danger and keep your family near

In the quiet all around us take the time to sit and stare

And wonder at the glory unfurling everywhere

Look towards the future, after the ordeal

And keep faith in Mother Nature’s power and will to heal

A Brave New World

Ahhh just saw this JB! Alas I had to beg off our (my) late night drinks date. Maybe we can try 9/2 as 10 seems too late to ingest alcohol. (A getting old thing that does not impress me at all as it interferes with my sleep.) But we do have such a good time day to day. You and Scotland are the highlight of each day!! I have fond memories of what we Canadians get up on long winter nights. Sigh.

Love this post!

via A Brave New World

Ahh Self-Indulgence. The ME ME ME of it all

It occurred to me today:

As a casual observer of Life (meaning those moments when I am not self-absorbed and actually pay attention), that,

Self-indulgence does not only mean ‘excessive or unrestrained gratification of one’s own appetites, desires, or whims (thanks Merriam-Webster), but it also means unrestrained gratification of The Negative.

You know, The Pity Party, the old Poor Me, Paralyzed by Fear, kind of self-indulgence.

It occurs to me that All types of self indulgence induce some kind of Paralysis, restricting us from truly living life, because it narrows our Scope of Possibility.

Of course it is all Negative because it is all Extreme.

It occurs to me Moderation is The Key. A rather tiresome thought oft repeated. Hmm well now I have something else to consider.

Oh! And M-W notes that the first known use of the word was in 1636. See? Now that is an takeaway!

I broke a mirror today

I broke a mirror today

A long pause

I just stood still

Considering

Oh. No. Surely not

Seven years

Bad Luck?

I’m Seventy-two

That won’t do

I won’t be fine

Until I am Seventy-nine?

And then

A thought

Perhaps a sign?

Events conspiring

Have changed my path

Relentlessly

These past days and weeks.

Yes, a sign

Things Have Ended

Yes, a sign

The Door Has Closed

Yes, a sign

A new and exciting future

A new and exciting path

Yes.

I Choose

As Judith says

I CHOOSE

ah

freedom