Day 57 – Oh to be a Kid Again!

I found one of these at the grocery store on sale for a ridiculously low price the other day and just couldn’t stop myself from buying it.

I mean, look at it!   It’s a thing of beauty.  I would have adored having something like this as a kid.  Glitter, metallic, neon, the old standbys… this thing has it all.  AND, it has a built-in sharpener.  AND AND, it’s telescopic!

I dare you not to look at that and want to get down on the floor with it, a piece of paper and a snack… stat!

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Day 56 – Space

As I am married to an Englishman, I am constantly reminded of how lucky we are in Canada to have space.   My husband has commented about how “much sky” there is in the Prairies and thinks that my childhood stories retelling how I used to equate having lots of trees to being rich are cute.

But he is right.  The space we have here is amazing.  And so, here are a few photos as an homage to space.

Bon Echo Provincial Park

AJ and Stewart playing at the park

Winter in St-Isidore

City of Ottawa Sunset

My pots AND pans drawer

Day 55 – Affirmation

Positive affirmations… how many of us actually say some on a regular basis?  How many of us even think them, for that matter?  Some people say that if you release positive energy into the universe, that it will come back to you.  Some people say that if you vocalise positive thoughts about yourself, that it can boost your self-esteem.  Either way, I read something written by Virginia Satir that struck me and felt the need to say out loud.  Here is part of it:

I am me.

In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me.  There are persons who have some parts like me, but no one else adds up exactly like me.  Therefore, everything that comes out of me is authentically mine because I alone chose it.

I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears.

I own all of my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes.

I own me, and therefore I can engineer me.

I am me and I am great!


Day 54 – Bo-bo

I had a dream come true today.

This is going to sound so freakin’ corny, but I’m going to say it anyway.   One of the images I had of myself as a mother was of being able to magically take away my child’s pain.  From the moment I could do it, I kissed my baby’s “bo-bo”s.  The image of the perfect mom in the commercials, putting on a Band-aid on their child’s arm, patting them on the head and sending them back out to play, seemed so amazing to me when I was younger.  And now I am that mom.

Today, I put my first Band-aid on A-J.  And with a kiss, all was right with the world.  I am magical.

And it seems to be hereditary.  When sitting on the floor after her bath tonight, A-J asked her Daddy if his back was sore.  When he answered “yes”, she promptly got up and repeatedly kissed his back.

Magic.

Day 50 through 53 – Beautiful but Busy

Woah! Where has the time gone?  So much beauty has passed by and I haven’t had time to write about it all.  So here goes… my last four days of beautiful discoveries.

Day 50 – I had a moment when I was at work, when last week’s job-related tasks flashed before my eyes…

  • Meetings with creative minded people
  • Meetings with business minded people
  • Brainstorming
  • Planning
  • Emailing
  • Creative writing
  • Dreaming
  • Calculating
  • Nurturing
  • Interviewing
  • Socialising
  • Organising
  • Deciding

… and I realised, Wow, I am a Lucky Girl!  I have a beautiful job.  It’s difficult, tiring, sometimes boring and sometimes frustrating.  But it’s amazing.

Day 51 – A year ago on this day, after almost 12 hours of intense pain, I helped bring one of the most beautiful beings ever into this world.  Ok, I’m biased, but I’m supposed to.  Happy Birthday Beatrice Beckette Winnifred.

Day 52 – I saw a show on Saturday, but my thoughts only really collected themselves on the Sunday.  I won’t go into great detail about the entire show, but I will talk about one particular performance.

I saw someone I’ve known for 30 years completely transformed themselves on stage.  This is a person I’ve been through ups and downs with…known socially… worked with… directed.  We know each other really well.   But what I saw on stage that night was completely unrecognisable.  It was amazing.

This person is my Dad.  A Franco-Ontarian building supply company co-owner from a small village.  He played Tevye in a community theatre production of Fiddler on the Roof.  And he was amazing.  My Dad.

Day 53 – I don’t know if I’m the only one, but I have always had a giddy, school-girl love of drivethru car washes.  I love the sound of the jets spraying the car and the foam that completely envelops everything.  Well, the other day, I waited (im)patiently for 30 minutes to get my car cleaned.  But boy was it worth it.  Much to my surprise, having paid the extra few $$$ to get the “fancy” wash with magic protective potions brought a whole new level of excitement.  Near the end of the wash, the car was sprayed with a multicolored foam that made the entire vehicle look like it was tye-dyed.  I tried to grab my camera as fast as I could, but I could only get a shot of it as it was being rinsed off.    It was awesome.  I was a kid again.

Day 49 – Beautiful Words

Sonnet 116

by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

(Also beautiful is my memory of Kris Joseph performing this sonnet at my wedding.)