In the summer of 2012, I was cracking up (not in a good way). I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. So I did both. Often. And intensely.
This little gift from me to you is based on a message from my Mom, originally published here with great love, and renewed, reviewed and re-energized today for all of us. Enjoy!
1) Make YOU your first love
I know, I know, this can be a tough one, especially since we are all imperfect, and we are often taught that we should strive to be flawless. The fact is, perfection, like fitting in, is vastly overrated.
Remember the story of the cracked pot? Love yourself because of your imperfections, not despite them. Make peace with who you are and where you are today, don’t wait for who you will be once you “fix” yourself.
She had some unique and extremely challenging obstacles to overcome this week.
“I’ll send you positive vibes,” I said when we talked on Monday.
“Just look up,” she said. “And tell me what you see.”
So I did.
This poem is dedicated to her.
I love this.
My love of Christmas and Christmas tree decorations is decades old.
For about 10 years from the mid-1970s to the mid-1980s, I sewed my own soft decorations and mailed them in Christmas cards to friends and family. There were stars and snowmen, candy canes and canaries.
At some point I stopped making decorations for everybody else and began collecting unique pieces for myself.
When I moved to The United Arab Emirates with my then husband in 1993, I began dolling up my non-traditional overseas trees with Swarovski crystal. Read More…
But autumn in eastern Canada is often SO breathtaking it’s easy to forget that spring, summer and winter even exist!
Mother Nature outdid herself in 2014 with a cornucopia of brilliant colour.
It’s virtually impossible to capture how remarkable the countryside is, even with the best camera and professional skills.
Still, one must try.
I took all of these images myself with my iPhone 4 over the last few weeks. None has been retouched or altered in any way. They’re all “au naturel” as it were…
Last night the moon shone through my window and kept me awake with its big fat fullness.
This morning the air was biting fresh and crisp as a chilled cucumber.
Now I see an azure sky dotted with a handful of puffy cumulus clouds.
It’s one of those days that makes you feel happy to be alive.
Today, I’m especially grateful for: Read More…
Getting there overland was onerous and I spent six hours at the border crossing where I had my passport taken, was interrogated and humiliated by Israeli immigration officials, had items stolen from luggage, and witnessed the humiliation of others.
While in Occupied Palestine, I felt the terror and oppression the Palestinian people are subjected to every day at checkpoints.
I ate with Palestinians. I saw the poverty. I felt the despair. I heard the stories of people who had been robbed of everything but their will to fight.
I saw the wall. I walked in its shadow. I touched it. I read the graffiti. I took pictures.
We can’t even talk about the Middle East amongst friends:
Colin Lively, one of my crazy online friends shared this story on FB:
A woman was at her hairdresser’s getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded:
“Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It’s crowded and dirty. You’re crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?”
“We’re taking Continental,” was the reply. “We got a great rate!”
“Continental?” exclaimed the hairdresser. “That’s a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they’re always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?”