Sunday, 30 June 2019

Something for Sunday


I like you as you are,
exactly and precisely,
I think you turned out nicely,
and I like you as you are.
~Mr. Rogers 

I hardly ever have enough time these days to do a proper post on Sunday mornings, so I am just going to post a picture, and then you can tell me what it makes you feel or think in the comments.  I will too.   


Saturday, 29 June 2019

Saturday meanderings of the mind . . .


"Charity is having patience with someone who has let us down. It is resisting the impulse to become offended easily. It is accepting weaknesses and shortcomings. It is accepting people as they truly are. It is looking beyond physical appearances to attributes that will not dim through time. It is resisting the impulse to categorize others".
~Thomas S. Monson 


I saw this quote on a friend's face-book page the other day and it brought me up short.   It was as if it had been put there just for me, although I know that it hadn't, and only the Lord knows the struggles of my heart.

I try so hard not to judge others . . . but sometimes in a weak moment I am afraid that I do.  I sit in my chair and I mull over in my mind all of the what if's and why fore's and I  mentally argue with those who I feel have let me down, hurt my feelings, etc. I am much too non-confrontational to ever argue with a person face-to-face, but that doesn't stop me from arguing with them in my mind.  Its really a colossal waste of time . . .  sitting here having uncharitable thoughts about others and their perceived mis-deeds. Doesn't change a thing, except perhaps myself . . . I am getting better about it however, making progress and don't do it near as often as I used to do.  Perhaps one day soon, I will managed to purge my mind and heart of these things altogether . . .




What I really should be doing when those negative thoughts start to assail me, is hitting my knees and asking my Heavenly Father to forgive my easily offended heart . . . asking Him to help me to be more patient in my understanding and to heal my bruised feelings and heart.

In reality the offender doesn't have any idea that they have offended  . . . and if they do, or have done it on purpose, what is to be gained by negative thoughts or feelings??  Nothing really.  They have achieved their purpose in bringing you down and you have allowed them to get away with it.

I wonder . . . will I ever learn?  Sometimes it is an uphill battle, but I am getting better.   As my father would say, and often did . . . "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar." I am a work in progress.

If I am truly a student of the Master . . . I must strive harder to be the bigger person, and to always answer negativity with love. 



A book I recently re-visited after many years was Little Women, by Louisa May Alcott. It had been one of my favourite books when I was a girl.  I got a copy of it one year as a birthday gift from my parents and I fell in love with that sweet story and that era in time, with Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy . . .  and Marmee and their struggles, with their ability to rise above.  I think I really identified with Jo, and her desire to become a writer. I think perhaps inside each voracious reader is a tiny bit of a writer longing to come out of her shell . . .



One of the first versions I ever saw of it in film was the original one in Black and White with Margaret O'Brien in it aand a few other favourites of mine . . . I am sure it was well dated even when I saw it and Margaret already a grown woman.  I next saw it in the local base theatre in Gagetown, New Brunswick, the version with Winona Ryder and Susan Sarandon.   I fell in love with the film all over again, and it is one which we re-visit every Christmas season. A few years ago as well, they did another version from a slightly different angle that was on the television, and we recorded it.  I have kept that and we also re-visit it from time to time.   The story is a timeless classic which just never gets old. The heart wants what the heart wants  . . .  

I think that is because of the simple values it represents . . . love of God, home and family.  The value of hard work and honesty.  The ability to find joy in the every day.  As corny as that all may seem . . . is that not what all of us really want?  To feel valued, and loved and to have a purpose?  



Doggie snuggles . . .  I don't think I could live without them.  I think I will always want to have a dog.  I do believe that they truly are man's best friend.  Todd and I love this "little woman" so very much.  We were just saying last evening as she snuggled on the sofa between us that she is the loveliest dog either of us has ever had, so loving and loyal and gentle. My father says that she always looks sad  . . .  that is because of the eyes. In reality she is one very happy pooch. 

I had a facetime date with our Doug yesterday for a time.  All the boys were home, on school holidays they are now.  He is still doing well and is hoping to be allowed to drive again soon. They've already done some lovely days out with the children, he and Kayla. Just local things. He was saying that he remembers us always doing things with him and his siblings when they were growing up.  We tried to at any rate, even within our limited budget.  Even if it was only treating them to a drive through the local car-wash.  Oh what a fiasco we had with that one time!

We (my ex and I) never had much money so we always drove old clunkers. We decided to treat the children to a trip through the car wash one Saturday morning. We thought that they would think it was a great adventure, and it was . . .  until we got right into it and those big brushes started advancing across the car with the squirting water and soap, etc.  Our Eileen was terrified of it and started screaming at the top of her lungs . . .  continuously through the whole experience.  There was nothing I could do to comfort her or to get her to stop. Longest 10 minutes of our lives.  We had grossly misjudged the appeal of a car wash in the mind of a developmentally challenged child.  We both heaved huge sighs of relief when it was over and our car was pushed out the other end.

But the adventure wasn't over yet.  

As we started to  motor down Highbury Avenue, back to the safety of our home, I remember hearing a distinct flapping noise coming from the back of the car, kind of like a flag in the wind, or a large bird flapping its wings.  As I looked back towards the rear of the car I could see our vinyl roof hanging by a thread, fluttering in the breeze via our rear view window.  Talk about the Beverly Hillbillies.  We can all laugh about it now.  Thank goodness.  I guess that is a vital truth in life . . .  the things which might cause you momentary discomfort at the present,  you will one day be able to look back and laugh about. Moments in time, memories being built, a family's together-history that is shared with nobody else on earth. 

A thought to carry with you  . . .


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 *
"God has two dwellings, 
one in heaven and the other
 in a meek and thankful heart."
~unknown  •。★★ 。* 。 


Red, White & Blue Baked Alaskas 


In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Red, White & Blue Baked Alaskas.  Simple.


Have a great Saturday!  We are in for a nice sunny and warm day!  Don't forget! 


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And I do too! 





Thursday, 27 June 2019

My Favourite things . . .


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A few of the things which catch my eye, inspire me, pluck at my heart strings, make me smile, or that I just enjoy.  Maybe they will do the same for you.     


Vanilla Ice Cream in sugar cones  . . .  love, love, love  . . . 



My geraniums.  Love, love, love . . . the one in the middle is white, flanked by two reds. Love also the way the birds shine and glow in the morning light. 




We had such a lovely time yesterday. Tina and Tony are such wonderful friends.  We put the world to rights whenever we are together!   



White on white  . . .  my favourite combination  . . . 


  

One of my favourite all time songs . . . could listen to it forever.  I recently heard it sung in mi-kmaq. You can hear it here.  Its a beautiful rendition.  The language of some of my ancestors. I have been trying to learn some of it online. It is a beautiful language actually.  I know  . . .  I'm wierd. 



The fact that I know that God hears my prayers . . .  even if I can't voice them out loud. He knows the wishes and desires of my heart.  The hardest part is being patient while waiting for answers.  We humans are not very patient creatures . . . 


  

Hearts  . . .  hearts . . .  hearts  . . . 


I love lupins  . . .  in PEI, Canada at this time of year the grass verges at the sides of the roads are full of wild lupins . . .  so beautiful until they mow them down.   Over here, it's red poppies  . . . 


  

Being a mum  . . .  


Card games . . .  although I need to be retaught the rules every time I play. I don't know why I am incapable of remembering them.  Wierd that. 

  

Perfectly happy with my own company. I wouldn't call  myself a loner because I also enjoy the company of others, but it is very much on my own terms and when I choose to do so . . . I really don't mind being on my own  . . . 


   

Puttering about the house  . . . quite content to pass my days in this way  . . . 



Puffins  . . .  I think they are the cutest birds  . . . 


  

Shetland  . . .  its on my bucket list, along with Iceland . . .  but not in the winter. In Shetland in the summer, they only have a couple of hours of darkness a day, but in the winter they only have a few hours of light. . . .


Cups with coats  . . . .  you are free to cuddle them  . . .  without burning your fingers. 


Knowing that this is true  . . .  mom always said God never shuts a door but what He opens a window  . . . 


  

And those are some of my favourite things for this week.
What are some of yours???
💗💗💗 

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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˚ ˛ •˛• ˚ | 田田 |門 ★

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I shall live here forever, he thought.
I shall put up little shelves and
dig a sleeping hole in the sand,
and have a lamp burning in the
evenings. And perhaps I'll make a
rope ladder, so that I can go up to
the roof and look at the sea.
~Moomins, Tove Jansson•。★★ 。* 。 



Swedish Visiting Cake 

In the kitchen today . . .  Swedish Visiting Cake  . . .  delicious!


Have a beautiful day!  Love and be loved and don't forget!
 
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And I do too!    

   


 




Wednesday, 26 June 2019

Beachy Ponderings . . .



Half of my childhood was spent far away from the sea . . .  first in Germany and then Manitoba, the ocean was far, far away from where I was.  Other than the odd day out to the beach on the shores of Lake Winnipeg, we never got to enjoy such things as paddling and feeling the sand between our toes.   Our summer excursions for the most part consisted of a mad dash through the sprinkler in our swim suits, and that was only if my mother was in a wet swimsuit kind of a mood and if it was very hot!

My first real experiences with the beach came when we moved to Nova Scotia when I was ten years old and I am happy to say that after that time, except for now and again and the odd inland posting, I have never lived too awfully far from the beach again . . . even over here in the UK.   When we were down South, we were close to Eastbourne, Hastings and Brighton . . . and here in Chester, we are only a hop skip and a jump away from Rhyll, Prestatyn,  and West Kirby . . . to name but a few.

When I was down beside the sea,
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Til it could come no more . . .
~Robert Louis Stevenson, At the Seashore







I like the seaside.   There is always a bit of a holiday feeling there . . . especially here in the UK.   They have piers lined with benches and shops selling everything from candy rock to shovels and spades . . . penny arcades filled with noise and lights, amusements such as Merry Go Rounds for the kiddies, fish and chips shops, donkey rides, souvenir shops etc.

Beaches vary from one area to another . . . some are sandy, others are pebbles and rock.  I prefer the sandy ones . . . but the rock ones can be fun too.  I like to walk along the water's edge no matter the surface, looking for treasures . . .  shells . . . rocks and pebbles  . . . sea glass beaten smooth by the water and stone . . .





The shells are always deserted . . . once home to whelks and the like . . . abandoned probably several times in their lifetimes . . . until found by me.   I ponder the shell's  life . . . and wonder at the death of it's first occupant . . . for in order to be empty like that something must have died . . . or simply walked away, leaving tiny little footprints in the sand, like a delicate vine . . .

Small and smooth . . . simple and yet quite intricate . . . beautiful.   One wonders why anything would want to run away from it.

My shell is not like this, I think . . . mine is blurred and full of nobbles and scars . . . life has taken what was once fresh and  pristine,  and dirtied and banged it up . . . it's shape having changed with each experience lived . . .I am not polished smooth like sea glass . . .





And yet despite all of the nobbles and the scratches . . . the dirt and the scars . . . I am no less beautiful.  There is a great treasure to be found in my soul . . .  in my heart . . . a treasure that can be found no place else on earth.

I cannot escape this shell, this home that houses my spirit . . . and I am the sum of all of my experience, the good . . . the bad . . . and the ugly, and everything in between.   There are some parts that have been beaten smooth . . . and others still waiting to be perfected . . .

Life is a journey . . . a beautiful ride . . .




But we are NOT alone on the beach . . .  we have a partner who walks along with us throughout the journey.  One who can not only walk on the water, but who will carry us when we think we just can't move another step forward, and He thinks our shells are beautiful too.

Nobbles and all . . . but more important than that, He looks past the shell to the heart, and sees us as we really and truly are . . .  and . . .  loves us anyways.

Steadfast . . . secure . . . and never changing.





It rained all day yesterday until late in the afternoon, and I believe it looks like rain again today. This has certainly been the rainiest start to our summer in a long time. Makes it difficult to hang the laundry outside, so it ends up in here on our drying rack and over doors, etc. Not the  most attractive thing to look at all day!  Tina and Tony are coming to lunch today.  Nothing fancy, just sandwiches and cake.  Sandwiches and cake and good company are an unbeatable combination!

A thought for you to carry through the day . . .

The true companions of a warrior 
are beside him always,
during both the difficult times 
and the easy times.
~Paulo Coelho 



Stuffed Zucchini with Toasted Walnuts & Feta 


Cooking in the English Kitchen today, Stuffed Zucchini with Toasted Walnuts & Feta.  A delicious Vegetarian Main, or a simple side depending on what you put with it! 

Have a wonderful Wednesday.  Whatever you get up to, don't forget! 

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And I do too!