Sunday, July 22, 2012
The Spontaneity of Life
On reflection I had a wonderful birthday. At the cafe as I was perusing the local newsletter there was an advertisement for an acoustic festival held nearby. I ended up spending the rest of the day listening to beautiful music and some of the best guitar players in Canada. I felt priviledged to be a part of it. It totally inspired me to play my guitar, not practice, just play, I'll be doing that later. Right now I'm sitting in front of the fountain in the beautiful botanical gardens. Eating my picnic lunch. Better still there is an herb fair today, I had no idea, I'm such a lucky girl:)
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Our Wounded Souls
My conversation with my friend "the hero" the other day stayed with me, as do many charged up conversations, it nagged me so I wrote a poem to exorcise the demon.
Our Wounded Souls
Like a leaky tap it nagged.
We ignored it.
What a mess we have to clean up,
Empty souls needing refills.
--Love Dawn
On a Positive Note...
So today is my birthday. I'm off today, I have the entire day to myself everyone else I'd share it with is working or far away. I'm planning on a day of revitalization. Familiar haunts. It's nice to see people you know and who know you. First off the local farmers' market. I'm always inspired by other creative people in my community. I seem to absorb their positive vibes. It gives me energy. I've come to realize negative or emotionally charged people, places, and things drain me. Yes even places and things. There is energy held in places and things. It may be the feelings some things evoke but however it happens, it happens. I've been avoiding negativity for a few years now, I've been able to be so much more creative. My other plans on this special day is lunch at my favorite cafe and a walk at the beautiful botanical gardens at the university near by. I like walking on campus it reminds me of my university days, much simpler days, I just didn't know it then. The cafe I haunt is a small operation owned and operated by energetic young people. The food is made from local produce. It's a business with a conscious. Not the trendy kind of conscious, the real kind. It's cash only. The patrons are loyal, I can sit and knit while I wait and no one bats an eyelash. It's called "The Rolled Oat". It's a little place with a lot of heart. That's the plan, it's going to be a great day...
Sunday, July 15, 2012
For The Love Of Music
I went to a Blues music festival this weekend, it was local and I'm amazing at the talent just in our own backyard. A music festival is a interesting place for a "people watcher" like me. Gathering in a place to listen to music is unifying, you strike up conversations with people you may not normally speak to. Everyone is usually very courteous and kind. There was a positive vibe at this one. One of the entertainers offered his talent for free, and came from NFLD just to be a part of it. I think we should feel very lucky we live in a place that allows the freedom to gather like that. The connection you feel in a crowd of like-minded music-loving individuals is like no other. It's a connection at a basic human level we aren't accustom to in our individualistic society these days. I'm looking forward to next year, maybe I'll see you there.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
The Color of Contentment
I've started a new knitting project. "Openwork Cardigan" by Teva Durham. The perfect summer sweater. It's navy blue. It's my fourth blue sweater...I guess I have a thing for blues. That got me thinking...ever notice how different stages of your life involve colors. In highschool boring beige. During university it was black, not goth, just black. I think I wore it because it was a time of transition, there's so much to learn at that age, black is easy. As time passed and I learned who I was, the colors became brighter happier. Now I rarely wear black, navy blue is the closest I get to black most days. Red, Purple,Orange... is how I feel these days.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Growing
So I'm sitting and knitting, on my swing in the backyard. Thinking about my growing garden. I actually grew a rose this week. It was the first time I've been successful. I gave all my roses to a dear friend in the fall because I hated to see them not meeting their full potential. I checked on them a little while ago and they seem very happy in her garden. I kept a bush that my aunt and uncle had given me as a housewarming present. This year it bloomed! I'm posting pictures as proof. Along with a few other from my backyard vegetable garden.
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