Seeing the Northern Lights give a spectacular display across the skies has been on my bucket list for a very long time.
Watching this magical dance with my family, while in different places in Canada, was an added blessing.
Galileo named this display in the night sky, Aurora Borealis. Aurora after the Roman goddess of dawn, and Borealis after the Greek name for the north wind.
Aurora Borealis, the Northern Lights, Polar Lights
A spectacular dance of colour across our northern skies!!!!!
As the fog lifts
I begin to see,
all the lies
that have been told to me.
The little gull
up on the post,
she knows the one
who told the most.
Orange Shirt Day tells the story of a young girl who wears her favourite shirt to her first day of school only to have it taken away from her.
The message that Orange Shirt Day shares with everyone is ‘That Every Child Matters’, and to educate people about Residential Schools and the importance of fighting racism and bullying.
Learning the art of beading at the Simcoe County Museum.
Beading an orange shirt in honour of National Day of Truth and Reconciliation and Orange Shirt Day.
The wearing of an orange shirt on September 30th is a symbol of solidarity with Indigenous Peoples.
Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old-fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee
(lenard cohen)
Originally cultivated in Eastern China, peaches now grow in the gardens of a wonderful and generous friend literally ten minutes from our home.
In many cultures, the peach is a symbol of prosperity and abundance. These trees, planted three years ago, are bearing fruit for the first time. The boughs are so heavy laden with fruit that supports have been put in place to keep the branches from breaking.
Four, four litre baskets of freshly picked peaches and the trees hardly notice.
In the words of the late John Prine.
We blew up or TV
Threw away our paper
Went to the country
Built us a home
Had a lot of children
Fed 'em all peaches
They all found Jesus on their own.
Mr. G came into her life shortly after her birth, Mrs. G a few years later when Mr. G started feeling the effects of lots of love and attention.
Both were gifts from a very special uncle. They are the world’s two most loved stuffed animals, each with their own special scent and personality.
Last April, my granddaughter asked me if I would paint a portrait of her holding Mr. G and Mrs. G.
I chose a canvas, a couple of paint brushes, and my favourite paints.
As I lifted my paintbrush, I began to pray, and as I prayed, this beautiful face appeared on the canvas.
Seeing the joy on her face when she unwrapped my canvas will forever be one of my most favourite memories.
On a Carousel by the Hollies
Riding along on a carousel
Trying to catch up to you.
Riding along on a carousel
Will I catch up to you?
Horses chasing' cause they're racing
So near yet so far
On a carousel, on a carousel.
Soon you'll leave , then I'll loose you
Still we're going around
On a carousel, on a carousel.
Round and round and round and round and round.
And round and round and round with you.
Up,down,up,down,up, down too.
Riding along on a carousel
Trying to catch up to you
Will I catch up to you?
Now we take our ride together
No more chasing you
On a carousel, on a carousel.
On a carousel, on a carousel!
We spent a wonderful Sunday afternoon enjoying brilliant, healing vibrations as a beautiful harpist made magic with her harp.
Our, almost ten year old, granddaughter found it rather amusing to be the only child in a room full of aging hippies. A fact that she stopped noticing once that she was totally absorbed into the music.
The relaxing sounds of the harp brought a relaxing, peaceful feeling to the room as the harp filled the room with its vibrations.
We, our granddaughter, more than anyone, loved the two encores that were gifted to us.
Our day got even better as we were given a basket and permission to gather fallen apples and feed them to the horses.
Six gorgeous deep brown horses soon gathered near the fence by which we stood.
In the words of our granddaughter, the horses had come to say thank you for the sweet treats that we had provided them.
Just as we had said, thank you for the gift of a wonderful afternoon of music, fellowship, and horses.
Pick a bouquet of wild flowers from the side of the road. Inhale the scents of the pinks and whites, the mauves and golds. Wrap the stems with string, and tie a bow.
Eat a big piece of chocolate cake. Allow the intoxicating aroma a warm cocoa to tickle your senses.
Take a walk in the forest and bathe in its goodness. Breathe deeply, sit quietly, and observe nature. Hug a tree.
Read your favourite book again. Remembering the journey of self-discovery and joy that it opened.
Write a poem. Share ideas, express ideas, and create imagery.
Dance like no one is watching. Be full of joy and let your spirit dance and sing.
Grab a canvass, a paint brush, and three of your favourite colours. Watch as your lines, colours, and composition light up what once was white.
Groovy Tales of a Well Adult 