Nurturing Thursday October 23rd

I’ve had mixed ideas about a post for today. After yesterday’s events in our nation’s capital we were reminded, once again, how fragile life truly is and how, in a moment, we can be no more and leave behind those who loved us and even a country who mourns us.

the young man on the far left, Nathan Cirillo, was shot and killed yesterday
the young man on the far left, Nathan Cirillo, was shot and killed yesterday

There are things I want to say, none of which would be of much interest to anyone but myself or perhaps a few fellow Canadians.

Mostly I want us to:

keep our hearts open to all people, whatever their colour or creed, their religion, their sexual orientation, their manner of dress, their language or country of origin.  There is enough hatred, enough aggression, enough ignorance in our world, let’s please not add to it.

And could we please, each one, today or tomorrow, smile at someone who is different?  Just that.

We CAN nurture this world, this heartbroken, scared, sad world of ours.  We CAN.


(Nurturing Thursday is the child of Becca over at On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea. Do go visit. You’ll find links to others who contribute. They each have much to say.)

How Many?

Yesterday my friend Stef from Three Daily Delights  asked “How many total photos did you take during your time abroad?”  I have wondered too so, this morning, I went and tallied them.  I would have guessed close to 50K and the count is 42,995!  I have probably deleted about 500 so far but, still, FORTY THREE THOUSAND pictures. Wow!  It’s gonna be a busy few months sorting through them all.

Fortunately I have them organized to match up with my daily log.


Even better, I can show my sweetie any random picture and ask “where is this?” and he KNOWS!  His visual recall is absolutely phenomenal.  I can’t tell you how many times we were on our way somewhere that he hadn’t been for, oh maybe 50 years and he would say something like “if I’m not mistaken, the road is going to veer left just up there and on the left hand side there is a house with a thatch roof” and sure enough!

more views of this house in a future post, I promise
more views of this house in a future post, I promise

Our year began in Paris, of course and these are from our first walk about the city.  A different set of pictures from my original post, the week we first arrived.  You can click here and go read that one if you’re curious!  More of a looking back, this is what I remember:

Hotel de ville
Hotel de ville

The architecture, the roof lines, the river of course!

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Well known Paris joke:  What do the gendarmes call a body found in the seine river?  “une mise en scene”!  hah hah hah

Of course there is the familiar:

Notre Dame de Paris
Notre Dame de Paris

and even more familiar:

Paris first day 7

Beauty all around:

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Paris first day 2

and the people

cartier latin,  Paris
cartier latin, Paris

One year later, our last day was also spent in Paris and still, the architecture is époustouflant!

Luxembourg garden, Paris
Luxembourg garden, Paris

and beauty still catches your eye everywhere you are.

Luxembourg gardens, Paris
Luxembourg gardens, Paris

I miss France – the history, the culture, the arts – the stones, the trees, the respect for those who liberated the country, the weather, and the breath taking beauty of cathedrals, of poppy fields, of vineyards.  Oh, and speaking of vineyards – the wine, yeah, I miss that too!

If God Was a Woman

Crowing Crone:

I am in bed sick today. Just had a lovely bowl of soup brought to me by my sweetie – nurturing in action from him and my lovely friend Ann who made it. Am re blogging post from my other blog, on this Nurturing Thursday October 16th. It is about my book and feels fitting as the poems and prose within its cover are my gift of nurture to the world.

Originally posted on If God Was a Woman:

If God Was a Woman…what would SHE look like, be like, feel like? This past winter, while staying in a wee house by the English Channel, between walks on the beach to breathe in the salt air, I was glued to my keyboard and my journal: writing like a mad woman. Because the image, the reality of God being feminine, female, woman was being birthed in my heart.

I grew up in a home filled with turmoil and the one place I could go where no one shouted at me or hit me was church each Sunday. We moved often, as in every five or six months, but no matter where we moved to, there was always a church of some kind, within walking distance. So I went, I sat, I sang, I soaked in the quietness, the peace. Did I have a relationship, an awareness of God during my…

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No regretting


seagull over English Channel
seagull over English Channel


Do not weep for me when I am gone
thinking, or saying “oh I should have…”
I am not worthy of regret
not that I don’t think I am special
but I would not want you to expend
one moment of your life’s energy
regretting things you did not do
words you did not speak.

Rather to rejoice in the moments
we spent together
the times we shared laughter
the days we walked together
and knew that life was good
because we had one another.

Smile for me and know
that always I held you in my heart
and nothing changes that.
Regret nothing of what we did not share
Hold within your heart
my kiss of blessing on your brow.

~Joss Burnel / She Who Walks in Beauty

Look out…

I often walk around the house, or even the outdoors singing and today’s song, which I heard maybe once many, many years ago sent me searching the web for a recording.   This was the best I could do.  It’s only a minute and a half long and quite a charming little song so I hope you’ll take time to listen to it.  The song is called

Look Out Your Window

and you can listen to it by clicking here

Looking out my window October 10, 2014
Looking out my window October 10, 2014

Nurturing Thursday October 10th

Since I was about 15 years old I have gathered quotes in notebooks, scrapbooks and journals and yes, I do go back and read them, actually fairly often.


Now, of course, I am able to gather quotes on my computer and often they are presented with images which makes them even lovelier

3 monkeys

So I continue to collect, sometimes by copying by hand, sometimes by simply saving

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always with joy in the words and thoughts expressed

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I suppose I shall collect until my time here is done


It’s one of the ways I nurture myself and others.

(Nurturing Thursday belongs to Becca over at On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea - a most delightful blog – and you might want to visit to find links to others who participate each week.)

A Writer’s Life

It pays to pause and look around at your life, once in a while.

Mine is charmed.  I get to be a writer living in a lovely home

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who sits at a comfortable desk

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where food is sometimes delivered

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and silent friends come for a wee visit

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When I need a break, I can grab a coffee and go for a stroll into the woods

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where fairies live

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and today, as icing on the cake, I got two glorious emails. One from the publisher to say that my If God Was a Woman book will be released in November and one from a reader friend who offered to read the first bit of a novel I started writing during NaNoWriMo a couple of years ago and am now getting back to.  Her comments  were music to my ears as she saw what I was hoping to convey with the story.  So, double affirmation with one visit to email. Oh yeah, a charmed life.

She Who Walks in Beauty


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