1. Upon feeding some fish-food pellets to carp at a local attraction, Claire announced that her hands smelled like fish. I had an uneasy feeling that feeding fish to fish was somehow wrong. Until an old fishing buddy reminded me that in nature big fish eat smaller fish and so on and so on.
2. Why is it that as soon as we begin to understand relationships in our own middle aged lives, we are confronted by the relationships between our children and their friends as something foreign and confusing and misunderstood? Do we ever truly learn?
3. Sitting on the beach watching the lake and other families around me makes me smile and wonder about happiness. As a bystander to other people’s lives, I often see fullness and fun and good, and I find myself envying what others appear to have. Does my own life look that way to others? Is my life enviable?
4. Mosquito bites, once scratched and bothered with, can take a very long time to heal.
5. Dogs would much rather sleep with the pack than in their own little beds. It’s harder to sleep with a dog than you might think. Dog hairs wash out simply enough in the washing machine. Dog love is harder to remove.
6. Summer camp is a place of miracles. I gave my life to God at Mount Forest Camp in Ontario. I was 7. I didn’t really know what that meant until I was almost 40. I used to place God in a box. I now find God in words, music, art, creation, relationships. I first met God there, but I didn’t recognize him.
7. A sleepy dog at my feet is one of my happy places. A sleepy dog at my feet while I am writing is another.
8. My entire family loves to take photos… all of our kids have prioritized saving and spending their money on cameras. I am the only one in the family without my own camera, and that’s OK. I get to borrow all of their wonderful photos whenever I want to, and I sometimes even get to use their cameras. When I see the results of an eye for beauty… it takes my breath away. Thank you God for the beauty of this world and the eyes to see it.
9. Attending Saturday night church brings new meaning to “A day of rest”… being the Sunday following. Today I have stayed late in bed stroking the dog and looking out my window at the beauty of this place, taken the dog for a nice long bike ride (dog running beside, not on, the bike) drank coffee on the porch while Bob read the paper, enjoyed looking at photos from Bob and Malcolm’s early morning water ski, supervised Claire and her friends play time and chatter in our pool, wrote a poem, thought long on, ‘Be Still and Know that I am God’, and worked ahead on my blogging. I feel at peace. I feel at rest.
10. I have discovered a new past-time for Claire and I… called Artist’s Trading Cards… apparently it’s a movement… not that we are looking for one, but the little cards are so cute and relatively simple to be creative with. I’m going to use them as combination poem and art cards… Claire is going to make some custom cards for her Grandma… and we can do it together. Will have to investigate the larger context and potential of ATC’s, but for now it’s just about sitting at the kitchen counter with paints out having some fun.
Enjoying still having you and your family in my life. Yes, of course, although we never imagine it of ourselves, I think many would look on at your life, your family and at you .. and be envious. Many.
Lesley-Anne, I feel conscious of the gap in my communications, with everyone, over the period which co-incided with the closure of Pink Ink .. and NOW!
There was a reason. Perhaps one I would like to share with you personally…. one that will, eventually, come through my writing .. in time.
It was a significant event in my life … one filled with completing happiness … and then shattering sadness … and all in a period of those few months.
What I can talk about is my now setting up a website/blog at WordPress .. and having begun writing in earnest again.
Once I have it running well, I will give you the link.
I see what a valued place your Buddy Breathing has in your life and writings… and for we who follow you.
Send me the link too Jude!
I would love to connect with you again… please email me at email@example.com whenever you like. And, thank you for your continued love and supportive comments Jude. I can hardly wait to see your blog!!!
Love these random rambles. They inspire me! From your comment on enviable lives it led to thoughts about a story I once started about Mike’s mom…makes me want to get back to it. Sound like you had an enviable day of rest! Loved those photos of skiing. Poor Mike hasn’t been on the water in ages, I’m sure he was envious to. :) Hope to see your and Claire’s trading cards some time….
I’m honoured that you read my blog Suzan… as I know it’s a time commitment. As far as inspiration… it’s a mutual one :) my songbird friend!