Thursday, January 28, 2016

I'm grateful for online friends!

I’m finding it hard to focus this morning and seem to be flitting back and forth as much as those little chickadees outside my window who fly to the feeder, take one seed and fly away to the tree again and again. 

To make myself focus, I promised Vidya I would take part in her monthly Gratitude Circle bloghop linkup. Check out her wonderful post for the latest Gratitude Circle Gratitude Effect

I decided to write a little gratitude ditty about being grateful for online friends. 

I have many online friends. Some I have actually met in person. Some are neighbours or I know them from my musical groups. Some are relatives. Some I knew long ago in school or at work and we reconnected through the magic of Facebook. 

I also have my writing and blogging friends to share about the joys and struggles of writing. 

My cat and dog loving friends are so special to share about our pets.  I am a crazy cat lady, after all! MEOW! Oh, Sorry Loup. I do love dogs, too, really!

There are some random friends whom I can’t even remember how I connected with them but I’m glad I did. 

Some friends I connect with daily, some only now and then.

Each friend is a special jewel in my online friendship necklace and I’m grateful for each one.

Reaching out to keep in touch
Every day we share so much,
We like to chat about our day
There’s always something we can say,

We share our feelings or just a thought
We share when we’re happy and when we’re not,
We like sharing memories of way back when
Reliving those times again and again,

Online friends brighten up my day
They always know just what to say
Lifting me up, they make me smile
Online friends are so worthwhile!

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Early Morning Reflections

I love my early mornings when the world is still asleep. I sit and sip my coffee as I look at Facebook posts and connect with other early birds around the world. 

This is one of the best parts of the day, my time – a time to connect with other creative souls, a time to create, dream, reflect and wonder. 

This morning I took photos of the full moon once again. It was calling out to me so I went outside on the icy driveway in pjs and slippers and took more photos while standing in the freezing cold. Call me crazy!

Then a bit later, the sunrise was a blazing show of orange and reds so of course I trekked outside once again to take more photos. Good thing I’m always overheating from menopause and that the cold didn’t bother me much. Felt kind of good actually!

Even if I take a photo of the same subject such as the full moon or Mr. C, no two photos are ever the same, just like no two moments are ever the same. 

Good to remember when I fall into that ho hum rut, feeling like I’ve seen it all a thousand times and it’s all become so boring and routine.  

Every day is different, every moment is different, and I’m different.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

A Flurry of Feasting Finches

I enjoy watching the birds from my window as many of you know already. No two days are ever the same and I never know who will show up or who won't. Those birds keep me guessing and don't share about their comings and goings. Of course I know the squirrels will show up no matter what. Sigh. Big gluttonous pigs!

Yesterday I had a real swarm of finches arrive in fine form, flitting back and forth between the trees, the feeders and the ground.

I appreciate my winter birds so much how they can endure the bitter cold. They brighten up the dullest days with their cheerful presence. I am so grateful for my birds! Squirrels! Not so much!

Thursday, January 21, 2016

I Love my Coffee!

I am enjoying Shailaja’s Facebook posts describing how much she enjoys her tea and how it’s like a spiritual experience for her. She describes it so well, drawing on all the senses. When I read her posts, I feel I'm there sharing that tea with her and feel so calm and transformed. 

I’m sure all the tea companies in India would love to have her writing ads for them. I'd buy that tea for sure!

I do enjoy tea but for this post, I am writing about my love of coffee, especially on these cold, dark days of winter when I need all the help I can to feel energetic, positive and upbeat.

My love affair with coffee probably started in my college student days living in Montreal in the 1980’s. Montreal gave me a real taste for good coffee before it became as trendy as it is today.

I love my Coffee!

Coffee, coffee, that magical brew
It greets me on cold, dark days,
So hot and sweet, a friend so true
Let me count the ways,

It gives me a buzz when I’m feeling low
When I need that extra jolt,
I take a gulp and away I go
As fast as a lightning bolt,

My machine isn’t fancy, but works just fine
It’s not quite the Starbucks touch,
But it’s so much easier than waiting in line
And doesn’t cost so much,

Stand back and get out of my way
If you don’t want heads to roll!
I need my coffee to start the day
Or else I’m a terrible troll!

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

I Hate Underground Parking Lots!

I have no sense of direction and rely heavily on landmarks to find my way. I’ve never been very good at remembering where I parked, especially in underground parking lots. 

I think underground parking lots are truly the most depressing places imaginable. They’d be a perfect setting for an apocalyptic film or a thriller as they are so creepy and bleak.

Yesterday my son and I were downtown and decided to park in the underground parking lot at the Rideau Shopping Centre. After having our lunch, we decided to return to the car. All I remembered was that we were in parking lot P1 so when I saw a sign for P1, onward I went. We walked around in P1 for a while and there was no sign of the car. We went down to the other level of P2 and still no sign of it. I grew cranky, sweaty and anxious, feeling like I was in one of those bad dreams where you trudge endlessly, feeling lost and that no one cares at all.

My son said that we should return to the shopping centre, go back to where we started near the Goodlife Fitness and take the same elevator we had used. Foolishly, I didn’t listen and trudged on in circles continuing to look for the car.

At my wit’s end, I agreed to try my son’s suggestion. After more trudging through the confusing shopping centre maze (don't even get me started about getting lost in confusing shopping centres. Rideau Centre is the worst!), we found our starting spot. 

Success! Finally the right P1 parking lot. The only difference was the columns had a big green stripe on them to differentiate that it was a new and different parking garage. 

We headed towards the wall where the car was and I recognized the big rectangle crudely sawed out of the wall that I had noticed when we first parked. At least I had noticed that particular detail as I had found it funny how we could look through to another room and see the workers in there.  Not that I stare at construction workers at all. *Looks away*

As we approached, a work boot emerged, attached to a burly workman who squeezed his bulk through the makeshift window, making me laugh. He saw me laughing at him and laughed, too. I am grateful to him for making an unpleasant experience funny at least.

Lesson learned: Remember important details about where you park and write it down or take a photo if necessary. Oh, and listen to my son’s advice, too, of course! 

In this case though, I do think the strikes were against me calling this parking garage P1 just like the other garage P1. Please don’t confuse me like that! It doesn’t take much!

Saturday, January 2, 2016

The New Year Has Begun!

I notice lots of people writing their reflections on the past year and their hopes and goals for 2016.

I found 2015 a very difficult year with the death of my mother. Nothing like the death of a parent to make a person take stock and ponder what it all means.

I didn’t do any blogging for all of December as it was all about performing music, music, music and more music which I loved. No complaints, but it was a hectic month.

That transition time after all the craziness of the Christmas season is one I always struggle with. I feel like I’m spinning my wheels on ice and not getting anywhere with my projects.

I decided to write a poem to get the muse off her butt (and a big one it is after all that Christmas indulging, I must say!)

This poem is from my orange tabby cat, Kobie’s point of view. For a cat who sleeps most of the day, he can be quite opinionated, can’t he?

Kobie’s Reflections on the New Year

The new year is into the second day
Do I look like I care?
Would you please just go away?
And let me snooze in my chair,

I don’t care about the new year
Resolutions are a bore,
I’m just happy to sleep right here
Goals are such a chore,

Go away and let me nap
Don’t you know you’re being rude?
Later I’ll come and sit on your lap
And let you give me food,

If you want something fun to do
Instead of matching socks,
I have the perfect job for you
You can clean my litter box,

My expectations have not changed at all
Even if the year is new,
Just continue being at my beck and call
That’s all you have to do!

Happy 2016 to everyone! I hope it will be a great year for us all!