A blessed Samhain to all my friends observing today and this evening.
For all the rest of you Halloweenies, have fun, be safe, give candy to teenagers, say ‘thank you’, smile at your neighbours, look out for little ones and don’t be a spoil sport!
Children deserve all the magic we can muster up for them.
I’m one of the million. My shoes are out in solidarity with others who live with ME / CFS. Today is a global day of protest. Get involved here > Millions Missing <
I am one. My shoes are out.
Go ‘Throwback Thursday’!
I’m still unpacking (shush now) and came across a folder of artwork – prints, kids’ early work, keepable greeting cards – all that stuff. Also, this photo of an original art piece done by my friend Cory LeBlanc, an Ottawa Indie art scene regular. It was done several years ago, oil pastel of my eyes. My favourite bit is the rusty-brown ‘witch mark’ in my left eye.
Kei’s Eyes by Cory LeBlanc
Sometimes our weather is annoyingly stereotypical… Apparently, Ma Nature has decided to make up for not smothering the country until the after 27 December 2015 and is dumping the entire expected forecasted snowfall in eleven freakin’ hours!!
Well, I’m off. I need to shovel out my front lane. Again. Lord knows how many pets and short people I may find out there…
Something has happened since I took the recycle out at 5:30AM this morning…
My picnic table has been pilfered!
This was hiding under the door sweep.
How fondly I remember these lightly dusted bricks from this morning…
And… it’s time to go do the front. AGAIN.
The shed from whence the aforementioned bin was taken this AM. I’ll need to shovel out the other half doorway to put the damn thing back in!
The recycle bin will be spending the night at the curb…
We don’t need no stinkin’ wires…
Since before Confederation, The American Revolution, The Boer War, The War of 1812, First World War, Second World War, Korea. On land, on sea, in air – my family has been proud to serve, fight and die for this country and yours. I wish I could honour all of them with a photo or a word or two. I’ll settle with the simplest and the most heartfelt.
Great Auntie Jean, 2nd Lieutenant (Nursing Sister) in the Second World War
The Menin Gate, Belgium, Panel 30 and 32
Poppies falling from the top of the Menin Gate in Ypres, Belgium.
The Centennial Flame in Ottawa
5th Canadian Mounted Rifles (Quebec Regiment)
VAC Book of Remembrance
Carey Judson Tupper, KIA 2 June 1916
William Charles Collins, Canadian Air Force WWII
A repost from a different November. This little piece of Heaven is on my mind as I’ll be spending a weekend there with my BFF and many other like-minded women. It promises to be three days of new challenges, friendships, learning and nurturing.
I hope your weekend when it comes, will bring you joy.
4 November 2015
I stepped barefoot onto my balcony in the chill November dawn
And was struck by the incredible beauty of autumn on the river
The newborn light on the horizon bathed the world in every hue
Of mauves, violets and amethyst; a gift of my favourite colours
Reflecting it in the polished pewter, mirror smooth water’s surface
Shadows of evergreens were a study in charcoal, smudged along the shore
The denuded oak and maple trees looked like black lace on violet silk
They reached their slender branches aloft like fingers seeking warmth
And as the sun cleared the eastern view of the lake, rays of brilliant light
Like ribbons of fire, came streaking across the water towards me
The burgeoning light gave colour to the water and woods, turning the sky blue
A soft breeze followed the rays, ruffling the water at the edge of the beach
Teasing the hem of my nightie. I shivered standing in the light coat of frost
Already beginning to disappear, as the earth began to warm itself
I breathed in the last of the dawn, holding my arms round myself for warmth
Then returned to my bed, dreaming Persephone’s dreams
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Dawn on the St. Lawrence river
©Karin Bole Tupper
Have a blessed Samhain or All Hallow’s Eve and make it fun for little ones enjoying Hallowe’en.
Beauty and truth flourish – Roses in front of the John Ward house, very haunted. Some of the “confessions” were extracted here.
Essex street, the once and now downtown of Salem.
Burial point, light globes
Salem town commons
Martha Carrier’s marker. “…I am wronged. It is a shameful thing that you should mind these folks that are out of their wits.”
The Witches Memorial, dedicated in 1992, 300 years after the massacre.
Burial Point, the oldest graveyard in Salem, MA
Giles Corey’s marker
The Salem Inn
Painting the seasons
With pixels for my brushes
On a bandwidth sky
10 October 2015
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Image by: Morgan Dragonwillow