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Sunday, 23 April 2017

Quiet Reflection

It's Sunday, a time for quiet reflection.
So far I've ruminated on and come to decisions on the following:
1.  I like Williams quesadilla.
2.  I don't know how long you can safely store eggs in the fridge (hen eggs that is) but I'm pretty sure mine have exceeded their 'best before' date.
3.  The grass needs cutting.
4.  I need to dust.
5. The laundry is getting away from me.
6.  I enjoyed my visit with the birds at the pet store but I wouldn't want to clean up after one.
7.  It's time to open the doors and windows and 'blow the stink out' as my Mom used to say.
Not bad, considering it's just barely noon.  A whole half a day yet to ponder, quietly.  Come to any useful conclusions yourself today?

Friday, 21 April 2017

Whenever

Albert Einstein said, "The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion."  It must be a pretty effective illusion to have all of us buy into it simultaneously.
Dr. Bradford Skow says, "Past present and future all exist together."  He says, "The present is not in a 'spotlight of time' but rather that we are in a 'temporally scattered condition'".
I feel scattered.
Perhaps it is a good thing that we have all bought into our present view of reality.  Perhaps our human brains are not capable of absorbing what reality really is.  Perhaps the problems and issues of this reality have been concocted for us to take our minds away from the true problems and issues of the true reality.  If so, we could certainly do with a few less of these fictitious problems and worries.
As to the past, present and future all existing together, I find it comforting in a way that everything and everyone I have known and loved are all still here, still functioning on another plane of existence temporarily invisible to me.
If time is an illusion, is life an illusion?  Are we all the product of some mad scientists imagination?  When he gets tired of us will he flush us?  Or are we just a dream and we will evaporate when the dreamer awakes?
I like to think of us all as time travellers from nowhere headed somewhere.  Wouldn't it be nice if we could all just hold hands and experience the journey in peace?

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words For Wednesday is  a weekly writing prompt which can be composed of words, music, pictures...anything that may bring inspiration.  This weeks prompt is supplied by Lee of Kitchen Connection (you can find her in my sidebar).  Why not join in?  Use the prompts any way you like to fire your imagination to write poetry, prose, fiction, non fiction...the sky's the limit.

This weeks words are:
ludicrous, activity, rebellious, sceptical, acknowledge, begrudge
and/or
philosophy, foolhardy, advantage, flawless, discovery, canopy

Here goes:

The four little faeries living under the canopy of the ancient oak (Moonlight, Sunbeam, Starbright and DayDream by name) could not agree.
“Simply ludicrous,” chirped Sunbeam, “a civilization of giants living beyond the great Oak.”  Moonlight and Starbright were sceptical as well.  “And,” sighed Starbright, “your foolhardy notion of venturing into uncharted territory beyond Mother Oak can only lead to disaster.”  Starbright could always see the potential for disaster.
DayDream struck a rebellious pose (not easy for someone only two inches tall).  “I acknowledge it has an element of danger but surely you don’t begrudge me a little adventure.”
Sunbeam smoothed her flawless golden hair.  “There will be no advantage to this activity DayDream.  Even if you make the discovery of a race of giants who is to say they will be friendly.  It may be their philosophy to crush all small, flying creatures.  You know we aren’t much bigger than a dragonfly.”
“Daddy, Daddy,” whispered Amelia, “I just saw a faerie.”

John smiled.  His daughter had some fanciful notions at times …but… a faerie.  Now that was simply ludicrous.

Monday, 17 April 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday comes to us from Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Why not join in with us.  Write a poem, read some poems, critique, share your ideas.  It's fun, it's free....why not?

The Song of the Old-Timers

Ashes to ashes
dust to dust,
my body’s slowly
turning to rust.
There’s more behind
than lies ahead.
My favourite place
is in my bed.
Teeth I keep
in a jar,
glasses never
very far,
can’t hear things
when they are said,
all my troubles
are in my head.
My memory
is growing dim
but I can still
remember him;
he can still
remember me,
we’ll carry on
and let it be.
Life’s for the living
so it’s said
and us old folks,
we’re not yet dead.

Sunday, 16 April 2017

Pure Joy

I took them on an Easter hunt
and it was plain to see
the bunny'd been quite busy
hiding eggs for kids for free.
They picked up pink and yellow too
and purple ones, and eggs of blue.
Each plastic egg there hid a treat
and every one was something sweet.
"I like candy.." crowed the boy
"especially chocolate gives me joy."
The little girl, she could not speak.
Her mouth so full, she could only squeak
but you could see her eyes a'twinkle.
"Look grandma, a chocolate sprinkle"


Saturday, 15 April 2017

Stand Off

As I ate my breakfast this morning, gazing out the kitchen window at the newly solidified morning light, I watched a black squirrel drop from the wires into the neighbours maple tree.  As it made it's way down the trunk something caused it to stop, creep around to the other side and peek around, then back up the trunk to the lower branches.  Its tail was swirling and twitching and I could hear his plaintive cries through the closed windows.  What on earth was out there to upset it?  Rising from my chair I saw a rabbit on the lawn below the tree.  A rabbit?  The squirrel was afraid of a rabbit?   Bunny had to be aware of the squirrel with all that racket going on but it sat there lost in contemplation of something and totally ignoring the little scamp.  The complaining and travelling up and down the trunk carried on throughout my oatmeal.  Squirrels are not smart.  It could have gone back up the tree, regained the wire and continued on its way but all it knew was that it wanted to go down the tree and it couldn't.  Finally, taking pity on the squirrel I opened the front door and slammed it shut.  The rabbit moved a couple of feet and resumed meditation.  The stand off continues.

Friday, 14 April 2017

Sugar Rush

The grandies will be going on an Easter Egg hunt tomorrow at a local school.  Grandma and Grandpa will take them.  Lots and lots of candy.  YAY
On Monday the grandies will be coming here with their Momma  and there will be (can you guess) lots and lots of candy.  Candy in their Easter gift boxes, candy sitting out in dishes (which will go home with them).  There will be ice cream and cake.  There will be two hyper kids going home with their parents.  Grandma and Grandpa will take a nice nap after they leave.  The Momma will not be so lucky.  Hey...every once in a while it's nice to get even with your kids.