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Hangin’ on & hangin’ in

A blossom just about to fall on a foggy morning

A blossom just about to fall on a foggy morning

I’m having one of those days. I’m just managing to hang on. By a thread.

Here’s to everyone else out there who is doing the same. We are not alone. You aren’t; and I’m not either.

We’re going to make it through this minute, this hour, this day. Tomorrow will dawn and the fog will have lifted.

And if doesn’t lift by tomorrow, it will the next day, or the next. But it will. I’m not alone. You’re not alone. I’m here with you. And there are others too. Many others. Some, like The Belle Jar, who think they might not make it, but who hang in there with the pain and somehow make it through.

Hangin’ by a thread, and hangin’ on. With you. We have each other. Things are looking up already even in the eye of the storm…

English: Tropical Depression One upon being de...

English: Tropical Depression One upon being declared (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 


Morning glory

Apple blossom

Apple blossom

I adore walking early on spring mornings. The air is fresh and crisp. The world is full of promise. Anything and everything seems possible. It’s gorgeous and glorious.

I treasure getting up at dawn in spring and summer for a bit of alone time, and taking pictures of the beauty I find around me. Read More…


10 Notes in an Ode to Joy

A beautiful accident

A beautiful accident

According to a happiness test I once took, I score highly on the “happiness scale.”

But I don’t often feel happiness. Rather, I frequently feel joy, which for me is a different and deeper emotion, and which can be evoked by the simplest everyday things.

There are countless notes in my continuing ode to joy; here are 10 of them: Read More…

Amazing shot of me howling at the full moon :)

Full moon & me howling

 

😛

When I die, I want to come back as a goat…

baby goat jump for joyYeah. I’m crazy as they come. This is YET ANOTHER new blog.

BUT, this one replaces the one I just started a few weeks ago, because that one became the “mother” site for everything I do (check it out!).

Like Buttermilk the baby goat in the video below (guaranteed to make you LOL), I think spring is making me creative, exuberant and in the mood to jump for joy.

ANYWAY, I needed ANOTHER new personal blog to replace the one that became pregnant and gave birth to a whole litter of hopping new “sites,” of which this is one. It is my personal blog: CrackerJacks (more about CrackerJacks here).

I wanted to launch CrackerJacks with something joyful. My friend @Kamyar synchronistically sent me Buttermilk’s gloriously joyful jumping video. It’s perfect:

Solitary romance

IMG_5392I dine by candlelight thrice daily.

“Why waste romance on one meal alone?” I once asked myself. There seemed no justifiable reason to do so, so I’ve romanced myself at breakfast, lunch and dinner ever since.

The candles that cast the light by which I eat stand in various and sundry mismatched holders: a tall, white, ceramic and daintily painted one is paired Abbot-and-Costello-like with a short golden-clear bulbous one I found at The Pomegranate, my favourite antique store in North Hatley, Quebec, Canada. Read More…

Spring fever

Cardinal_birdQuestion: Spring has sprung, the grass is riz, I wonder where the birdies is?

Answer: Many of them are in my backyard, much to my joy and delight.

Weeks ago, on my early morning walks, I heard cardinals sing as I sauntered down Sherbrooke street, especially around Anne’s house, in which I now sit tapping away on today’s prompt (i.e. “spring fever”). Read More…

Colourize your world

Purple rocks tooMake a statement. Go wild. Have fun. Colour your hair. Paint your lips. Go GaGa.

Be crazy. Try new things. Try new thinks.

Dance naked. Dance clothed. Dance around in circles. Dance with yourself. Dance in groups. Dance in pairs. Dance inside and out. Dance randomly. Wherever. Whenever. Why-ever. Woot!

Do it. Do it. Do it. Do. It. Life is short. Colourize your world!

P.S. Purple streaks by Colour.Bug, which also comes in #PINK, coral and neon green 🙂

On ex-cars & ex-husbands

Note: At the start of our weekly writing group meetings, we do a five-minute warm-up    exercise based on a prompt. The prompt for this one was “I hated it because it was new.”

Pink convertible car“I hated it because it was new” is a particularly uninspiring prompt for me this morning, mostly because I don’t recall ever hating anything new.

Ah. No. That’s a lie. Now that I think of it, there’s at least one thing: new car smell.

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Margaret Thatcher: Powerful Lady

Margarte Thatcher powerMore about her here.