🎄Happy Holidays!🎄

I am taking a short blog break to relax and enjoy some holiday cheer. 

🎇  See you in January! 🎆

Word of the Week: Share

A holiday post (see below) from several years ago that came to mind today. From my “word of the week” series.

Christmas 🎄and sharing, they really do go hand in hand.

I feel truly blessed especially this year, to be living on beautiful Vancouver Island in our nice home and area.

As is usually the case , we will once again be helping out at one or more charity lunches. One of my long time Christmas traditions.

What is something you usually share during the holidays? Your time, talents….

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I’ve always believed that it’s important and meaningful to share my talents, time  and when it’s possible belongings and other resources with people that  I know and also those I have yet to meet. Particularly those in dire need.

At this time of year, that belief is brought to mind on a daily basis. Joe and I plan to help out at various charitable dinners and events during the next few weeks. We also are buying some treats to supply to a local food bank, to distribute at Christmas time.

To share…what does it mean to you?

 For me, it’s always brought unexpected and memorable rewards. It’s part of who I am. Having been through some difficult years personally, it’s even more relevant now. ♥

 

PS: Is there anything better than sharing food and recipes?

 Here’s one of mine, a Cranberry Wheatgerm Muffin recipe you might enjoy! 🙂

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Gorgeous Weather and a Haiku

We’ve been having some beautiful warm days, here on Vancouver Island, after a lot of rain.

On days like these, it makes me feel happy just to gaze up at the skies!

This morning, this haiku also came to mind.

I’m facing some time at the dentist this afternoon (minor repairs!) so I need all the cheering up I can find.😏

Hope you are enjoying a great day, wherever you are.

🌾Hugs and Happy Week.🐦

Revisiting…Fading Memories

It’s a cool, dreary Thanksgiving Day, here on Vancouver Island.

This poem and photo came to mind this afternoon, again and again.

Thinking of all those struggling with these heartbreaking issues. Sending hugs. ❤

Your efforts ARE appreciated.

I know….because my mom so poignantly told me that, when I needed to hear it most, many years ago. 

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She sits in the diner, far from home.

Lunch rush over.

Blessed quiet restored.

It’s Tuesday, “her day”.

A crosstown bus ride, now a secret and special delight.

Away from the caring but claustrophobic family.

Still time to look back on happier days.

Trying to hold on to precious, fading memories.

 

The hours to savor, often still hopeful and good.

But too many others, a haze of uncertainty and doubt.

For now…

She will cautiously guard her fragile independence.

If only for a while longer.

Keeping them guessing.

Or so she hopes.

 

Where did the time go?

When did the children grow up to rise above her?

Knowing “what’s best”.

The mother becoming the child.

The child becoming the mother.

Trying to do their best..

Of that one thing, she is sure.

 

She grasps fervently and desperately to the time left.

To revel in these sacred moments alone.

Savoring her own thoughts.

Not willing to give…

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🍁Happy (Canadian)Thanksgiving!🍁

Encore sentiments, from my other WP blog.

❤Happy weekend, wherever you may be!❤

 

VEGGIES, YARNS & TAILS

It’s Thanksgiving weekend, here in Canada.

🌼I have much to be grateful for.🌼

This holiday just makes me think about those people (past and present) and things, even more than usual.😊

I think it’s a great idea to start the day, with a gratitude list. I try to do that, every day. Sets a positive tone for the rest of the day too.

🌹What are you most grateful for?🌹

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The Autumn Leaves (haiku, movie and song) :-)

This is a reblog of an autumn post (from 2015) that I hope you enjoy.

A song and a movie that still comes to mind, this time of year. So haunting and beautiful.

I hope you enjoy my haiku and photo too.😊

The unpacking continues here. We have now given away over 120 boxes of clothing, household items,books… to charity, so slowly but surely, making progress.

And today, we are setting up my office complete with new laptop and printer, yipee!

🍁🌾 Happy Week and Happy Autumn!🍂🍁

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I ♥ movies from the 40s and 50s!

We were watching a Joan Crawford movie last night: Humoresque (so sad but wonderful) and this haiku and archive post came to mind. 

The Autumn Leaves is a song that I often have running through my mind, especially this time of year. As I mention in this post, it was also a Nat King Cole tune, that my beloved Grandma cherished.

And the movie of the same name is also one that I have never forgotten.Quite a “racy” film for its time (1956) and definitely with some disturbing content.

But, if you are a fan of Joan Crawford and/or movies from the 40s/50s like I am, do check this one out.

It also features a young and oh, so handsome Cliff Robertson.  Also starring, Lorne Greene in a role that is far removed from his later, fatherly…

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September Happiness

What a great way to start September.😊

This helpful, inspiring calender thanks to:

My Beautiful Things.

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I’m taking a break for a few weeks so leave you here with the Action for Happiness Self Care September Calendar. Have a good month and look after yourselves, Dear Readers.

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The White Rain

It’s been another dry summer, here in BC. Hopefully some rain on the way this week.

The threat of forest fires still looms, as we reach the middle of August.

Hope you enjoy this “rainy” poem from the archives. And hope your weather has been good, wherever you are.

Wishing You a Happy Week!

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Enveloping, encompassing….

it begins.

Touching more than skin and sight.

Seeping into the mind and soul.

The white rain.

 

More than reality, dreams,

or mere thoughts.

Beyond reason.

It takes over the moment.

Changes and shifts, the perception of the day.

Five senses,

now fully engaged.

 

Warm spring shower.

Icy needles of sleet, mixed with snow.

Beautiful.

Gentle or forbidding.

The power to destruct.

More often to sustain.

 

The white rain.

It is, a state of mind.

Or lull in the storm.

Always,

a subtle part of nature’s fantasy.

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“The White Rain” © Geraldine H. Hartman 2001/revised 2008

Photo courtesy of: Flickr

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