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Still Here

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It’s July the third and the third day of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. I am still here. We are having more sunshine today though I still woke up in darkness this morning. Yesterday’s thunderstorm warning came to naught. There’s a 50% of rain for this evening. For now I can bask a little in the sun.

It was hard work this morning washing out white cabbage butterfly eggs off my broccoli and cabbage plants. The whole bed was heavily infested with them though they are under heavy netting. Perhaps we did not do it soon enough. Researching, I found that soapy water can kill the eggs. I will do a daily morning and evening check for them. I did find 2 caterpillars. I feel a bit discouraged with this year’s strange weather, white cabbage butterflies, eggs and caterpillars. My bed of peppers have survived the leafroller caterpillars. But with our cloudy cool weather, they are not big nor robust. Whether they will come to fruit is questionable. Oh the joy of growing food.

It’s 6 pm and no rain yet. There’s a severe thunderstorm warning. We did reached a high of 25℃ today. Anything is possible. Tomorrow is the fourth of July. I wonder what fireworks are coming from our southern U.S. neighbour. This morning I read that a Catholic nun was arrested by ICE while she was walking to attend mass at a church in Texas. Yesterday Major Watson was arrested for calling for Trump’s impeachment. I am heartened that courage and morality are still here. As Heather Delaney says, This is why I still have hope. And you should, too. See you tomorrow.

STILL HERE

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January 25. The Ultimate Blog Challenge.

So we are in the last week of January. I have lost alot of wind in my sails. Now I have to work on finishing. I hope I got enough gas in my tank. I think of my blogger friend, Minna Packer over at Suddenly Mad, now and again. She hasn’t written anything since May 22, 2021. I miss her but I do not know what it is that I wish for her. She has early-onset alzheimer. She was at a stage where her gait and speech were affected. She was teaching art at a New York university. She had to give that up. Life was getting harder and harder. But she could still write and draw. Her posts were getting less and less frequent. Then her husband got lung cancer. She was still writing and drawing through it – long awesome posts and beautiful drawings. Then nothing after May 2021.

What I wish is that she is in a good place, that she is at peace, not struggling and not suffering. She is not forgotten to me. I visit her words now and again. She is still a teacher, teaching me about life, strength, resilience and art. I am encouraged and inspired by her to work a little harder in finding my words and finish what I had started. I had not met her but have exchanged a few words a few times. I know her only through her stories. They are powerful. That is what I wish for myself, that ability to stir another with my stories and art. I hope my words are meaningful. I hope my stories can entertain and help someone. My words and art give me comfort and sometimes I can tap and paint a little hope when I am feeling dark. What tools do you have?

SATURDAY MUMBLINGS

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Is it only January 11th? It feels forever already! I am doing well – chug, chug, chug down the tracks keeping time with my tap, tap, tap. I might as well continue on down the line. I have developed a good rhythm. I’m not going too fast or too slow, not making long rest stops like I usually do. Then I whine about not enough time. Now, I am not doing that. At least not for the time being.

So heaving a very big sigh, I’m flexing my fingers over the keyboard. I do best when I have a schedule, challenge, a prompt, a deadline – something to rise to. Saturday is my favourite day. It’s my swim morning. I look forward to it during the week. It’s the week end, a day of rest from high stepping aerobics and pumping iron. I don’t always relish heading out in the dark of a winter morning to the pool. But I am always glad after. My body is warmed and relaxed from my hour of swimming up and down the lane. It is as if being lulled again in the womb.

I am not complaining but I am tired by my week. I’m not used to doing a steady flow of activities the week long. I have to build up my staying-with-it muscles. Still I’m proud of my effort and results. I’m not sweating or trying to push too hard. I still need my ‘ease time’ between things. I cannot rush from one thing to another. I have to be serenaded with silence, a cup of tea and sometimes a nap. I had all that this afternoon. Now I’m warmed and stretch. My brain and mind are working in coordination with my fingers. The words come and fall off their tips. I don’t have to struggle so much.

I really like this idea of no struggle. I know that it is not always possible but less would be nice. It’s wonderful that Julia Barnickle started a project called What If Life Were Meant To Be Easy? I invite you to check it out for yourself. I’m clumsy at explaining. I think any project on how to live better and with more ease is worth an investigation. I’m a curious George and a self-help addict.

This is it, the end of the conversation. Day 11 of nothing and everything.

STILL HERE – Day 31 in a year of….

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Day 31, August 22, 2016 @6:09

IMG_7336These late days in August, I’m grateful that the sun still rises early @6:30am.  I’m already feeling the pull of autumn.  I’m feeling the nesting instinct.  It’s so lovely to lay in bed, relishing the laziness, the warmth and the not having to get up if I-don’t-want-to.  Attitude and the freedom to have it is glorious.  Bring it on – all that and more.

IMG_7353Can you tell that I’ve been into the beer?  It’s that beer blush and wide-eyed stare.  Pardon me if I’m not too coherent.  It does not take much.  Just one will do it.  But at least I’m here.  Thank goodness for spell check.  Difficult as it is sometimes, I still get up, dress up. make up and show up. Yes, I’m still putting on my earrings and practicing selfies once in awhile.

Wish I have something more profound to say.  I don’t though.  This is it, not stressing, not fussing, doing small, small.  A little in the house, a little in the garden and a few words here.  Maybe I will have/do more tomorrow.  Till then.