They Called Her Mrs B

So Mrs Clinton doesn’t make it.

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All trumped up.  (A photo-shopped Donald?)
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          Hilary Clinton (Pants Suit Lady)                    
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A woman in the White House – ah when, oh, when?

American dreams of woman shattering glass ceiling are … shattered.  

 

 

 

 

 

Glass ceiling on international stage is shattered in 1960 when simple housewife steps into defunct husband’s shoes, becomes world’s first woman premier –

Old enough to remember?

Sirimavo Bandaranaike,  Madam Prime Minister of Ceylon (now Sri Lanka), island home of world’s best tea  …

They called her Mrs B.

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                         Sirimavo Bandaranaike with Soviet Union Prime Minister Alexei Kosygin

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Way to go,  little Boy Scout! (Husband receives award from Mrs B at school prize giving)

Perplexing time in history of the  US of A. 

Glad to be Canadian  

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Begins with you and me … little drops of water, little grains of sand.
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The new reality.  Must it be this way?

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House renovations are finally done.  Just in time for house guests –

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My snoozing spots are gone, Mama! 
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   Relieved Puppy.  Hip hip hurrah!

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“If you love me, let me be … ” (Puppy and weekend Guest-let)
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Three hearty cheers. No place like home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Arduous weeks prior –

Never again …

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Scrubber, that’s me!  Couldn’t wait to get mop and pail out … 
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Scary without railings, Mama!
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Much better, but slippery now. Carry me up, please …

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Next job: Duct cleaning –

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Quick phone call 
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 Connected up

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stuff comes rumbling through vents into humongous tube.

Me to Duct Guy:  “Unearthed anything interesting over the years?”

Duct Guy:  “A Penthouse magazine once, dead ferret,  mouldy submarine sandwich.” 

Macabre Me: “Never any human body parts?”

Duct Guy (chuckling): “No!”

Boring …

Unseen toxic stuff all gone.   Household breathes so much easier.  

Literally …

Almost as wide as me. Gigantic tubing.

Feels like a parable –

Just because I can’t see what’s inside, doesn’t mean it’s not there and affecting who I am, how I function … 

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Sobering food for thought

 Do I need emotional housecleaning? Any residual gunk and uglies clogging me up?

Hmm …  

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Supermoon last week.  Crazy camera lady checks out rise/set times,  goes moon chasing.  Runs, walks.  Chilly, hungry, determined. 

Won’t to go home without pictures.  Thankful for unseasonably mild weather …

 Sun sets.  Ginormous blood-red orange slips into view above trees.  Bright as sun. 

Gasp!

Ipad and phone won’t do justice to immensity, colour and breathtaking grandeur. 

Pictures don’t record as eye sees. So disappointed.

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Reddish setting moon.  (In the park just before dawn)

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 Summer-like weather most of last week.   Snap pictures of burning, brilliant gardens.

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Ankle-deep 

Neighbours’ leaves all raked, ready for pick up –

Mostly naked trees –

Some still stubbornly clothed –

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Squirrel-y busy-ness –

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In Wai Ling’s front yard

Half chewed apples all over Garden, stalwart summer blooms clinging on for dear life –

Delighted to find last, late (scrawny) strawberry –

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                                                    “Goodbye, my darling.  See you next spring!”

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Seen him a couple of times –

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View from rear.  Glazed eyes.  Unshaven, unwashed.

Looks scruffy and lost. 

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Wish I could pluck up courage to say hello. 

Fear of rejection …

On my to do list: Talk to him.

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Found this on fly leaf of an old book of Mum’s  –

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Mum’s handwriting.  Miss her gentle wisdom.

Material things were never a big deal with her –

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She said this a lot

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This week’s assignment –

Deal with useless emotional junk.

May take some work …

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Open the doors.  Let it go.
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Mum once told me, “To have hurt feelings is pride.”

 

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… just a willing heart

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Weather’s changed dramatically.

Trying ignore perpetually chilly toes.

At least I have toes  …

Thankful for toes!

Until next time,

sincerely

PS:  The photos in this post are moments captured on my Ipad and phone.  

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Good Morning Colombo!

”So what do you do with your time, Mom?” Daughter asks.

“You know me,” I reply.  “I find things to do.”

Daughter’s voice, all the way down the line from Toronto to Colombo, is as clear as a bell.  It’s a free call, thanks to Viber, What’s Ap and Magic Jack.

The suitcases come out of storage four weeks before.  I pack in spite of an unhappy Puppy

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and head for the airport and a month in Sri Lanka, to visit my Dad in the Land of Dreams.

Dad turned eighty on March 23rd. March 28th marked the first anniversary of Mum’s passing.

This is my dad, a good-looking octogenarian –

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                                             He’s adjusted remarkably well to  being alone.   I miss Mum.  


April is the hottest month in Sri Lanka, with soaring temperatures and stifling humidity.  A perpetual film of moisture clings to the skin. 

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It’s snowing  in Toronto. 

“Aren’t you bored, Mom?”  Other Daughter enquires a week later.

Me bored?  Never!

Meet the aunties who are not really my aunts.  (In the Land of Dreams everyone is your aunty or uncle.  It’s respectful.)  Aunty Romola lives on the third floor,  Aunty Amitha – her friend from Australia -lives  round the corner. 

The aunties and I walk every morning, just after dawn.

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Romola de Mel (left) and, Amitha Fernando

The Ipad and camera phone are an established part of my anatomy.  The aunties are very forebearing.

Pause.  Click.  Pause again.  Click.  Aunties shrug and move on.  Catch up at a trot …

“Stop!”

Aunties halt.

“Our shadows.  Look!  Don’t move.”

Aunties strike a pose.  Aim and tap.

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The aunties and me

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have the routine down pat –

“Excuse me!” (That’s me in one of three languages) “May I take your picture?” …

“They probably agree just because you’re a woman,” my friend Suresh says when I show him my cache of pictures.

I never thought of that. 

Aunty Romola squeaks when she sees this one –

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“That’s my friend Sharmini’s maid!” she says. “Where did you find her?”

I e-mail the picture to Aunty Rom, who sends it on to her friend, who chides the sweet old lady for posing for a stranger.  “Don’t you know they do terrible things on the internet?”

The poor thing is horrified.


Aunty Rom looks over her shoulder.  “Did you get that?”

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Picking flowers

“I did!”    

Aunty Romola is beginning to see with my eyes

She points again. “Get that!”

That  is a line of tiny clothing hanging out to dry between a lamp post and a tree. 

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Not far away, a  beggar family is asleep on the tiled threshold of an upscale  store.

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More Colomber 3-at-dawn moments –

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Drink up, baby, it’s good for you!
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You want my picture?  Why?
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Friday,  it’s mosque day.
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Hope for another day
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A sound night’s sleep

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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All dressed up.  Tuk-tuk awaits
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Off to temple with mom

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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On duty
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No school today

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Yep.  Just woke up.
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Early to school
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Before breakfast

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(For more pictures go to Colombo Faces and Kollupitiya Places & Other Spaces)

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The city landscape is changing rapidy.  A handful of remembered landmarks from my girlhood remain –

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Lovely old colonial homes –

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Are being torn down –

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to make way for more high-rises-

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View from Dad’s condo

 

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This is Mr C.R. de Silva, a friendly retiree from Washington, DC.  We often pass him and his wife on their morning stroll.  Today he’s pruning the greenery hanging over his garden wall.

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Chanaka Richard de Silva 

 

This charming gent delights and intrigues me with his impeccable English and private school accent –  

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(It must be over 40 degrees celsius inside the lottery ticket booth.) I ask about his family.  He tells me he’s single and lives alone.  He’s inclined to chat and I’d love to linger.  The lights change,  time to cross Duplication Road. The aunties urge me on.


I ask Dad about Dr Chinniah, who was my dentist when I was a girl (too long ago).   Is he still in practice? 

Aunty Romola and I bump into Dr.  Chinniah on Galle Road.  

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Dr Nithi Chinniah (left) with Aunty Romola

Only in Sri Lanka!

Doyne and Sunitha are my neighbours in Canada –

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Doyne and Sunitha Seneviratne

They

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during the cold months,

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La dolce vita …                

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Kiri bath and all the accompaniments, fresh mango for dessert

I partake of a sumptuous breakfast and warm Sri Lankan hospitality in their fabulous home.


This year Sri Lanka celebrates the Sinhala and Tamil New Year on April 13th and 14th.   It’s all about the astrologically pre-determined auspicious time.

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For days the metropolis of Colombo becomes a ghost-town.  I stand in the middle of Galle Road, the capital’s normally traffic-choked main thoroughfare, to take pictures.

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Overnight showers have done nothing to ease the stickiness.  The streets glisten with pretty puddles.

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Aunty Romola suggests we pop in at Aunty Christine-and-Uncle Chandi’s for a quick visit.  Their home is along our route.    

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Chandi and Christine Chanmugam

Aunty Christine is my cousin Dileeni’s mother-in-law and Aunty Rom’s cousin (and not my aunt at all!). It’s 7:15 am. They are a charming couple, gracious and welcoming, notwithstanding the early hour.  They’ve been married for sixty plus years.  I meet them for the first time. We stay for fifteen minutes.  

Aunty Romola and I walk home holding cinnamon branches from Uncle Chandi’s well tended garden. They’ll serve as plant-props on Aunty ‘s balcony.

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Cinnamon branch shadows

Dad sometimes takes an evening stroll at Independence Square.

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and I accompany him.  Dusk is falling when  I happen upon this sweet old lady and her son.

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Mom and her boy

She beams when he tells me her age.  She’s ninety something years old.

This young family is happy to pose –

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Chip off the old block

I click and I head towards the walking track to get this one –

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Evening prayers (zoomed in from a distance)

and  collide into my once-upon-a-time friend, Piyali.  Piyali and I met (too many) years ago at a cooking class for young ladies.  I’ve often wondered where she was.

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Piyali Dissanayake 

We recognize each other instantly. I puff and pant to keep up as, never pausing, she sends me a friend request on Facebook and enters all my contact details into her phone.  It’s boiling hot,  I’m wilting.  

I find out that Piyali’s in Colombo for a few days.  She shuttles between Sri Lanka and Abu Dhabi, where her husband works. The timing of our meeting is amazing.  She hasn’t changed one bit. She’s a mother-in-law now.    


Dad shows me a copy of the family tree on his mother’s side.  It dates back to 1670.  I find Aunty Romola on it, so I guess she’s sort of an aunt after all!


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That’s me!

                         

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Morning Glory

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At Katunayake International Airport
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Katunayake International Airport

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Aunty Amitha messages me on Facebook .  She’s back in Melbourne.  

It’s spring again in Toronto.  The suitcases are unpacked.  I’m home.  

Puppy is pleased.

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I close my eyes and dream of Paradise.  It’s such a long plane ride away.

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There’s something about Sri Lanka.  It’s …

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To Paradise Island, land of endless summer, land of my birth –

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sincerely

 

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Two Slices Of Rainbow

Rush hour traffic on Friday morning. A chopped-off bar of colour appears ahead, directly above the steering wheel.

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Sketch by Selina,  February 2016

A sideways glance at my passenger. “Look at the gorgeous bit of rainbow!”

No response from Daughter.  I turn into the bus station, and …

Gasp!

An equal-opposite matching wedge in pastel colours. The slices cling to the sky, like two pillars on either side of the building.

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Sketch by Selina, February 2016

Enchanting. Delighted …

“Look, another piece. Heaven is smiling!

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!  It’s going to be special!”

Daughter throws a puzzled look and hops out of the car. “Bye, Mom.”

Kids …

I park some feet away, remove sunglasses, raise camera-phone to click. No rainbow.

Huh?

Disappointed. Turn key in the ignition, put sunglasses back on and …  my chunks of rainbow are back!

Huh?

Lower the glasses to the tip of my nose. Rainbow-chunks disappear. Realization dawns. These stumps of rainbow are only visible through tinted glasses.   Daughter never saw them.  She must have thought I was nuts.  

I’ve just seen beauty un-visible to the naked eye.  Life’s like that sometimes, isn’t it?

I drive home realizing that

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because Inner Me wears tinted lenses born from the dark seasons she’s lived through.

I suppose the soul-sunglasses are to blame for how my eyes perceive  things. Like last week, when I was in the mall minding my business. I had this serious urge to step into Hallmark Cards and …

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Three ceramic ornaments in different spots — two below eye level and half turned away from where I stood — held hands and stood up to shout with one voice –

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Message for the day?

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 – honest! I’m

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and

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that IMG_20160123_201754

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is now!

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to convince me and

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I took this picture some months back.

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How I laughed.  That’s me.  I can’t help it!


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sincerely

P.S.  Keep the sunglasses on!


 

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This post is dedicated to my friend Marietta with my thanks for the pictures she took and shared with me.  I’ve used one of them in this piece.  All the other photos are digital moments captured on my phone.

Synchro … what??

 

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“It’s weird, Rosie. I walked into Winners and the shelves came alive.  As if the display had been contrived just for me. The words were flying out from everywhere. Odd thing is, I hadn’t planned to go there. Just felt an overwhelming urge as I drove by, so I popped in.”

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There was more.


I met Rosalyn two years ago, on Fanstory,  a website for writers.   Turned out she lived round the corner, not in Alaska, Australia or … Timbuctoo!

We meet at Tim Hortons

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 to talk about writing and … our dreams. The more we talk, the less unattainable they seem.

Rosalyn scrolls through the pictures on my phone. I chatter on –

“The same thing happened when I visited my cousin in Ohio over the Thanksgiving weekend. We went on an unplanned shopping trip and – oh, my goodness! – the place was alive with … dreams, Rosie.  Look!”

More pictures –

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“It’s called universal synchronicity,” Rosalyn volunteered.

“Synchro … what?”

“That’s what my son says it is. It means the universe is trying to tell you something.”

“The universe? You mean God?”

“Whatever you like to call it. Something’s trying to communicate with you.”

“To encourage me to keep dreaming?”

“I guess so.  Yes!”

“A man almost collided into my shopping cart last week. My eyes popped out of my head when the lettering on his T-shirt began to screech!”

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Rosalyn grins. “You got a picture?”

“I chased him down the Walmart parking lot and asked it I could. Told him the words were significant. Said I wasn’t a crazy woman!”

She chuckles. “You dared?”

“He obliged.  I had to record the moment. This stuff has been happening a lot lately.”

I flash more pictures –

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My words trip over one another. “I’ve caught more than a thousand moments  on my phone, Rosie.  Look at what I saw last Saturday, on a shelf at Winners.  It had no business there – ladies’ section, face up – staring at me … ”

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“It kind of grew and screamed … honest!  I was rushing past, not really looking.”  I barely pause for breath.  “I found a belated Christmas present in my mailbox some days back. From a friend I haven’t met in ages. I almost jumped out of my skin when I opened the package and  saw the words on the picture frame.”

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A dream come true!

Rosalyn, bless her, is never sceptical. 

“I had to see someone on Saturday. When I drove into the parking lot of her building, something grew out of the corner of my eye. It filled my line of vision.

Rosalyn looks amused. “You took a picture, of course.”

“Of course!”

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“It was parked at the far end. There was absolutely no reason for me to notice it.”

“And then I had this compelling to drop in at Indigo Books.  I hadn’t been there  in ages.  This  paper weight jumped up the moment I walked in –

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The words seemed to be on every item that caught my eye. Suddenly, I heard a child’s voice mumbling, ‘Dream bigger, darling’.  I got goose bumps.  The kid was reading out loud.  He held a pencil case in his hands, the words were etched on it.  It felt pleasant, you know, and kind of weird!”

It’s snowing outside. The medium white hot chocolate is warm in my hands. I take a deep breath and sigh. “I’m excited, Rosie!”

“Me too,” Rosalyn replies.  “This synchronicity thing has been happening to me too!”


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sincerely


This post is dedicated to my friends – Rosalyn (who’s such a wonderful listener), Alice (who delighted me with the unexpected gift) and Karen (who dropped it off in my mailbox).  With my love and thanks.


 

Good Morning Gorgeous!

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Selina.  This is my blog.

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_20150711_171135 you might find

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.  I am 

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committed to being

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 and

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to my

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 and two

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though, the

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  makes me  feel sort of like

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  I mean?  (Of course, you do!)  I’d love to take an occasional

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to be

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 Words –

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 in my head the moment I try to 

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 to

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 or think of 

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 to indulge in whatever.

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…    

_20150702_202712,” my mother would say. 

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, I do.  And yet,                                                                        _20150601_152024

 you know, still the

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, or

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to the poetry of the universe.

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!   Once in a

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in the midst of

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 of crazy

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 (when I’m absolutely certain

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),

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If these are the best

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, where am I headed? The daunting questions crowd in till there’s

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, and I have to take a deep breath, chide myself  and

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 couple of weeks.   

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– I’m going to tell you one of mine, so

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 to a  minute or two,

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      …   xx   …   xx   …

Here goes – an entry from the

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 a wishful thinker,

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      …   xx   …   xx   … 

 Picture it.  It’s

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This writer (that’s me!) is pushing a cart through supermarket aisles. She’s reviewing her grocery list –

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… ”  “

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  tonight,” she (me again!) mumbles. “Get what you need. Just

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!”

Then, suddenly …

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The words

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Me?

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blushing …

I almost heard

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before I saw the letters stitched into a satin cushion .  It was like someone waved a

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and something inside went

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  and  sense of

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 washed over me.  I leaned

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to have a better look.  My day went

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from average to

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 , to

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.  Such a  

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in my mouth.  (

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For a nano-second I was

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, totally

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 “I

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 .”  I paused.   “

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,” I said to myself.

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 , this is sort of the science behind subliminal messaging, I guess   It certainly had

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on me.  I fell for it,

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_20150624_190736

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IMG_20150902_113014 embroidered on fabric – so

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 and  

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I

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the

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.  I can still

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. Absolutely

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…  Who would have thought?

   My surroundings suddenly came alive with words. They were

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to me.

IMG_20150814_173544 what I mean.

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(below) and my

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 to each item on it.


 

(1) IMG_20150903_180928 What cheek!

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(2)  IMG_20150903_180741 … I’m no

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, but thanks!

(3)_20150621_121219

IMG_20150815_005857– sure,

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(4) _20150621_121234

.. (giggles) That’s quite enough –_20150701_153223

(5)  IMG_20150813_174658 …  Me? No!  I don’t think so.

(6) IMG_20150814_173214– Okay, you can

_20150610_175445simpered for this one!


 

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understood the power of words, as I did in these few

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.  Power to affirm or destroy.  

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 ,” I said to myself.  “

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 .   This is how you

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IMG_20150613_120522142  in the middle of an ordinary day.

 I think I entered 

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 .   ” I want to

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in a perpetual place of positive words,” I told myself. 

My heart beamed.  My spirits soared.

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, I think.

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.                                                                    

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 for you today, Reader.

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 with beautiful words.  May good words  be your

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. May they  flow all over you, heal and make you come alive.

The

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but could include giddy joy , which is

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Just

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Here are

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 –

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_20150710_103525 yourself.  And

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I believe this is

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.  Oh,

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 , I feel it in my bones !  Three hearty

 

! Three hea_20150710_141916IMG_20150815_010411


 

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now.

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. Here’s to

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P.S. 

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                                                                      _20150612_140218

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sincerely          


 

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(All the pictures in this post are digital moments captured on the camera phone.)

The Famous Grouse

 

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–  me again!  It’s been a while …

 Something’s changed.  I can’t put a finger on it.  Words like these –

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 bring on a  half-guilty sigh.   I’ve wondered why.

 There was once a time when

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would have been a sublime goal and aspiration. Not anymore.

 Lately, I find myself planning a

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 meal and

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   I’ve grown weary of keeping the home_20150620_120107

, often reminding myself that

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and it can wait.  (Unless

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I can never cease to

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at all you

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who opt to

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to the exclusion of all else.  My family and home have been

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of my life, and  I’ve cherished my role as

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_20150716_201952, sort of

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, you know .   I began to wonder if I needed to 

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of the icing on the cake of my life – something that would make me come alive.

 I  voiced  my thoughts one evening at the dinner table.

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 ,” I announced.

 Parents often assume their

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and disinterested  in general.  To my amazement and delight, mine were listening..

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,” I went on. “I love words .  I

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 with them all over again when I wake up each morning. If I could

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with my words, and everyday for the rest of my life, then I think I’d be fulfilling my purpose. 

“So do it!” they said.

I was taken aback.  “Do what?” 

“If you have a 

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, Mom,  it won’t just dissolve and

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 , right? 

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. It’s

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So why not start a blog?” they said.

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,” I squeaked.

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 and

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with the internet.”

 

_20150710_164512 with you,” they said.   “We’ll help you find  your feet.  We’ll sort of be your

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We’ll teach you how to navigate the social media stuff … and stuff.

But you’ll have to_20150612_105139

–  the bulk of it, anyway, because

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So why not

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?”

“But

_20150716_202656 ,” I mumbled.

“Oh,

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, Mom?  Okay, how badly do you want to

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?

“Really badly …”

So

 

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for it, Mom!  But don’t

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just yet, okay?  (Muffled

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– the cheeky things!)

“What do I blog about?” I ventured.

“You always have

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. Mom.  Write about your

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, about

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or just

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,” they said.  “Use the pictures you keep taking.  And whatever you do, Mom, don’t

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and

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.”  I became

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Suddenly, I was

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“Okay,” I said.  “I

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there’s aIMG_20150724_205245373_HDR

for everything, and

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From now on I’m going in

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– I’ll

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and I

 

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And thus began a journey.

Dear reader,

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of my list  below –

   –  (1)  Be IMG_20150801_185557

             because

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  • (2)  _20150709_221852

 

  • (3) IMG_20150814_230618

     –  (4) 

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(four times over, and then some more)

  –  (5)  _20150712_162605

 – (6) IMG_20150716_122030891_HDR

  • (7) 

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                                                                             …   xx   …   xx   …

 

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 in the dream department.

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…   xx   …   xx   …

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…   xx    …   xx   …

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Brake For Butterflies!

Oh

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 there!

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                                                                                                                     !           

It’s me again … 

I’m in the parking lot with a cartful of groceries when I see this bumper sticker  –

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I whip out my phone and click.  (How could I not? 🙂 )

Okay –

_20150620_120905

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                                                                                                           wondering where this is going, right?

 I jotted down some thoughts to share.   

Yes! 

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I resort to  paper and pen.  (If you’re under thirty, don’t judge those of us who do –

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                                                                                                            )

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… got distracted!  Sorry, where was I? Oh, butterflies …

 

                                        I

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to

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at myself.  I asked – 

Is it possible to

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   and still

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 from life’s knocks?

How can you

_20150623_101616 , no matter what the circumstances?

 How do you measure

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anyway? 

I know I’ll never be the

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_20150620_115759 , or a 

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.  Who cares if I’m not

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 and

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?  I don’t yearn to

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 at the best restaurants, nor do I  seek

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all the time. 

This I know, however.  Each new day is a 

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  – not just the

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 –  but every moment of my life,

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.  Of course,

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bonus.

How wonderful not to always have to

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.  I’m happy as I am, though. 

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or not, I don’t

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than I have.  I  know I’ll never be

_20150617_154611 , but I can be a

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.  I can make

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to be

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 – because this is how I feel inside.

 So what sort of 

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 brake for butterflies?

I’d like to think a butterfly-braker is someone who could live as if every single day is a

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, who understands that simple things are of

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 .  If you are

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 –  and we all do from time to time,  because often

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                                                                                                                   –

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 the precious things.  

Love, faith, family, friends

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 and if these things are yours,

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 Are some words hard to say?

  • I’m sorry. 
  • I need you
  • I miss you
  • I love you 

Say them as often as the need arises.  And then some more.

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 can turn an entire situation around.

 Do you really believe that success can be measured by the

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 piled up in a bank account?

How could you ever know

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 the glittering façade of a life that looks 

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              on the outside?

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So

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_20150716_201526_20150716_202419

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  .  Be

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to be turned

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by unexpected serendipity.

Tell yourself each morning that

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It’s not all about possessing stacks and

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of stuff, you know.

Take a minute to

_20150618_161740 and breathe slowly.  Just think –

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and

_20150618_162311Only once.  But …

You can make the choice to feel young for as long as you live and be

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with each passing day.

Age is only a number, I tell myself.  What counts is how I feel inside, right?

 

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You have only one life to live.

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 it with all  your might!  

Brake for butterflies.

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Dance under the stars. 

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Hold hands.  Smile a lot.

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And always remember … you’re never too old to dream!

Signs

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I see a sign on the supermarket window –
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The wheels in my mind begin to spin. I imagine how wonderful it would be if our

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 could provide us with a     _20150601_153527solution to life’s challenges. 

For example –

how to get
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                                        or become a 
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           overnight!

I’d jump up and down and screech

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Wouldn’t you?

What a
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 this would be for  life in general!

 

We all know        _20150601_152038

right?

I’m going to make every effort to do just that!

You’ve heard this one –    _20150601_152318

Isn’t this a fabulous way to deal with the inevitable passage of time?

This digital moment was captured at the grocery store –

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If only life was that simple, right?  Then you wouldn’t have  those days when you want to throw up your hands and scream

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“Are you there, God?  Do you even care?”

I get tired of waiting, sometimes, don’t you?   You know … for that phone call, e-mail, text, knock at the door – whatever it takes – to deliver the 
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you’ve been pining, aching, yearning for.

But I
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to speed things up, to make it happen. There’s an appointed time for everything, you know.  It’s written in the stars.

So your mother always said
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But what if you feel you can’t wait one more day?  What if you just cannot keep believing?

I’m having one of those moments, when I walk into WalMart.  I cross the threshold and get confronted smack in the face by this –
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 The familiar thrill of exhilaration surges through me.  My heart begins to sing again. 

These sudden, unanticipated

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 unnerve and delight me.

So once more, I have to

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 I want to
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 I make up my mind (yet again) that I  will be as young as I believe I am.  I’ll never be too old

I can IMG_20150403_075441776 because I choose to
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So I will
_20150601_161550 Once again, I feel refreshed and I’m

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I choose to believe that
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 and I plan to
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Come journey with me.

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 Believe with me, because I believe. 

_20150515_195352 – really.  You know,

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 So

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