It was a two-day event celebrating Stanley Park’s 125 years on August 24 and 25, 2013. One could easily get lost in a 400 hectare of land and many trails within the park. Just to walk around the wall is about 10 km and takes me three hours. There were over 200 activities going on. Too many to choose from. Staying at The Lost Lagoon could practically occupy me the whole afternoon. There is music, sports, walking tours, opera, adult zone, kid’s zone, flower zone, you name it, spread all over. Since I wasn’t prepared, I asked the volunteer which is the best place to go? She pointed me towards Second Beach. When I arrived at the beach, it’s mostly for an adult section with beer garden. Of course, on the beach, there is more human skin showing than clothed people. This is not my kind of place and entertainment. I’m too young for this kind of activity. Off I go and did a 180-degree turn, retraced my steps and walked in the opposite direction headed north. Lucky me, this side is more picturesque and a place to relax. There are so many shades of summer in the Rose Garden that it took my breath away. I pretended that this is my garden and filled my being with the freshness of the garden. And who is Lord Stanley? He was the Governor General of Canada in 1888 and helped keep the park.
Departures and ArrivalsA photo taken 33 years ago in Manila reminds me how sad and brave my grandmothers were as they bid us farewell for our journey to Vancouver. After final blessings, embraces, and tears, we boarded the plane with suitcases crammed full of everything we could bring from our old life. Everything except my cherished umbrella which we had somehow neglected to pack. I loved that umbrella the way other four-year-olds treasure dolls or teddy bears. My new friends were mystified by my broken spirit and broken English. I did not know the word for umbrella. “My payong, my payong.” I repeated woefully. I wanted the umbrella that had sheltered me from the hot sun. I wanted to escape this strange place where umbrellas held the wind and rain at bay. As I got older the memory of my umbrella drizzled away. I planned my getaway: Paris, Tel Aviv, New Delhi … even Toronto. Anywhere but rainy, boring Vancouver. Like my parents, I sought a better life elsewhere. Unlike them, elsewhere left me disappointed. I yearned for the seawall and for Granville Island and salad rolls. In my homesick mind, I heard the seagulls at Kits Beach, and breathed in the deep green peace of a day spent at UBC. I longed to smell the cedar tree in the backyard of my childhood in Marpole, and to taste the vegetables my parents tend there. I ached for Vancouver. Today, I show the photo, taken all those years and countless lost umbrellas ago, to my husband and children. I will leave umbrellas behind, but I don’t forget where I have been or how far I traveled to get here. Once it was a distant destination promised in a photograph. Now it is the place I love and call home. ~ Bernadette Gonzales McGrath
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With best wishes to everyone on this special day in United States of America.
With Love from Canada.
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- Citizenship Ceremony
- Great Canadian Invention Hall
- Port Metro Vancouver Zone
- Extreme Sports Show
- Canada’s Army, Navy and Air Force
- Buskers and roaming entertainment
- Food vendors offering cuisine from across Canada
- Canada Day Parade
- Canada Day Burrard Inlet Fireworks Show
- What to do on Canada Day in Metro Vancouver – if you can stay cool enough to enjoy them (theprovince.com)
- Canada Day celebrations and Global BC coverage (globalnews.ca)
- Canada Day Eh! (glassesgrl.com)
Here is one good reason why I am proud to be a Canadian.
I Am Canadian by William Shatner
CR? He answered me with a question.
You know where I can go wee-wee.
Wee-wee? Another question. My goodness, I hate it when someone answers my question with a question. Since I am fresh off the boat, I maintained cool.
Sir, what I mean is comfort room, CR.
Ah, you mean Canadian Railway? UGH! Okay, I better try a different terminology then. If this kind of conversation would go any longer, I might as well pee right there and then. Can’t he see I was already crossing my legs? No Sir, I want to void.
Void? What do you mean void? I guess the American English is not recognized in Canada, I thought. Sir, what I mean is I want to sit on a throne!
Ah, you mean the washroom.
Whatever, I thought.
Sir, please, sir. Hurry. I really have to go. Cross my heart, I never heard of a washroom in my life. Maybe I should have said it in plain English toilet or commode.
- East – joss sticks representing wood
- West – flowers representing metal
- South – candles representing fire
- North – water representing its elemental self
- Centre – fruit representing the earth
- Dragon Boat Festival Activities (theepochtimes.com)
- Hello BC: Naramata Culture and History
- Naramata: Things to do
- Naramata Centre
To escape how futile asking for an apology, I leave it behind and head out for a great escape.
One just has to look at the surrounding environment and soak in the beauty what it has to offer. It is free for the asking. It’s priceless. I am off to follow the yellow brick road in Granville Island for a scavenger hunt.
Granville Island is a paradise.
It has a market, buskers, picnic stations for private parties, and plenty of friends in the pond. There is family of ducks and geese, turtles, pigeons and a red-winged black bird that I hear yet hidden from sight. I could hear its screeching call.
Tuck in the corner, there is a private party going on. I wonder if they need another person to celebrate, just a thought. Time passed by without noticing how many hours I was here. The last time I looked at my watched it was 4 p.m. Next thing I know it was 7 p.m.
Goodness gracious, my furry friends are hungry, must go home to feed my beasts. Ah, what a great escape.
This is the third week of David Suzuki’s challenge to take 30 minutes of outdoor activity daily for the month of May. I am having so much fun with the challenge.
He has the right idea for the child in me ~ Playtime. Of course, I have a playmate, my nephew’s son; Baby James.
Here are a few games you can play in nature as suggested by David:
•Hunt for bugs! Try to spot one you’ve never seen before, then find out what it is. (Be sure to put the bugs back where you found them.)
•Grab that kite that’s been gathering dust and fly it in a nearby park.
•Indulge your inner child, and climb a tree or roll down a hill. Or better yet, take a child with you.
•Go on a simple nature scavenger hunt. Search for something feathered, something with legs, something very old, and something changing.
•Invite family or friends for an after-dinner stroll down a green street.
•This weekend, take a hike in a local park or conservation area.
•Head to the nearest woods for a “forest bath.” This Japanese practice improves sleep and increases vigor.
•Get your feet wet: head to the nearest body of water and dip your toes in.
•How long has it been since you’ve skipped stones? Visit your nearest creek or pond and try your hand.
•Make a mud pie. You know you want to.
•Take a walk in a park or a forest and search for animal homes. What kind of creatures lives there?
Most importantly, have fun!Related links:
- Howyadoing? (3psbyseeker.wordpress.com)
- News from David Suzuki & David Suzuki Foundation (lateralloveaustralia.com)
This is week two of 30×30 David Suzuki Nature Challenge. Join, come and live the Nature Challenge.
I made a promise – I vowed that one day, when Stacey had won her fight, when she was healthy again, when she was ready, I would ride with her in the Ride to Conquer Cancer which she never had a chance to complete. In December 2012, I received a text message from Stacey, which simply read: “Let’s do this!”I am looking for your support for one more ride on June 15, 2013 – to thank and support the doctors that saved my Dad, to help keep a promise to a friend, to help celebrate Stacey Olynyk’s victory over cancer and to help dedicate this ride to her twin sister Karen – inspired by her unimaginable strength, courage, bravery and fight.
Thanks for your support! “LET”S DO THIS!” ~~ Mike
Mike is my cousin and I am so proud of him. I wrote about his dad when I started blogging titled “Love and Valor”. I also featured our Grandmother and his family (before he was born) in Mosaic of Cultures.
I received an e-mail from him tonight “ONLY 5 DAYS LEFT TO GO!” Oh dear, here I go again, the greatest procrastinator of all. I haven’t done anything in terms of supporting him. I have until May 11. Well, I thrive on pressure.
It’s either I go to Victoria to cheer him and his team, go see my Aunt to buy some tickets, use the snail mail for the donation or donate on-line. Too many choices. I’ll sleep over it and tomorrow, with a fresh mind, I’ll decide.
Without any further ado, my bragging rights. Meet Mr. Mike Gonzalez and The Team Spaghetti Factory. Let’s conquer CANCER!Related articles
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- Victoria twins battle cancer together after being diagnosed a year and half apart (theprovince.com)
“Am I supposed to know him?” I responded with a quizzical facial expression.
“What? Don’t you really know him?” he asked again.
“Does he know who Perpetua the seeker is?” I questioned the vendor. The vendor laughed at my retort. Guess who that man was. No other than…. You guess it right. Tom Selleck. What do I know?
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- Vancouver Sun Run to donate $10 per late entry for Boston Marathon victims (globalnews.ca)
A Day At The Park
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When I am not seeking, I wander around. For some people, they call it loitering. For the law makers the rule is “No loitering, otherwise, you will be charge with vagrancy.”
I’m not really scared with this ruthless or useless law. For one, I know a lawyer, I can easily say, sue me or I’ll see you in court. If not, I have friends in higher places that will defend me, men with guns, aka, cops.
With my wandering round and about especially during coffee or lunch break, the Westside is residential area. There are a few residents I’ve met along the way and we are all on first name basis. Most of them are retired, leaving along. Some looked alone and lonely.
Ian was alone for most times. Talking to him was a challenge because he speaks in rhymes. I realized that he was telling me his poems. It took me awhile to understand his speech because he was toothless. Vagrant, he is not. He just sits at the park writing his thoughts of poetry down.
One day, he presented me a booklet of his poems, first edition. What a sweet man. I received more booklets from him over the years, yet, I don’t know anything personal about him. But he seemed to enjoy talking to me while I listen.
Recently, I have not seen him around. Until one day, I saw a fellow who lives in the same building as Ian. Ian passed away in October last year, he says.
This is a sample of Ian Rudkin’s poetry, page 23. My Song Is In My Step.
Spring is here and the weather is getting warmer. I will miss his presence sitting in the bench under the shade of maple tree. Farewell my friend.
Sense Beyond FuelingI’m responsible for myself;
I’m naturally at home.
Nature is my health
And symptom is this poem. I heed what I sense
And do what I eat.
I cause a few events
By work and not by feat. I cannot assume help
Especially what was error.
To help, I try to tell
Some insights, touch and caring. It seems a truth that women
Have far more sense than taste
In fact the sense for living
On which respect is based. Signed: Kind Wishes from Ian Rudkin
I’m trying to get back to the swing of things and that means back to the news.
The news today is filled with April fool’s joke. Even the coming election in May is a joke. The re-introduction of PST (Provincial Sales Tax) from HST (Harmonized Sales Tax) is one massive joke. We shall see how our economy will react to these changes in British Columbia.
This video caught my attention. It’s about WestJet, an airline industry. I sure hope they are just pulling my legs, otherwise, I think I’ll just walk. Oh, I didn’t mean to dismiss them that quick, this will be an opportunity for me to travel with Maurice and Lucy, my cats.
- As B.C. bids farewell to HST, P.E.I. says hello (ctvnews.ca)
- Bye bye, HST: ‘Chaotic’ few days expected as B.C. shifts back to old sales tax (business.financialpost.com)
- Editorial: Few are ready for PST’s return (timescolonist.com)
Sleep, I need sleep. I crawled into bed after a long night of celebrating Sister #2’s birthday. It was December 14. Crawled into bed and knocked out cold and went into dream world. I could hear a phone ringing. Is … Continue reading
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U – Understanding
L – Learning
E – Education
S – Safety The school has a Code of Behaviour: Keeping our school safe, healthy, happy and a productive place to learn. These are basic rules that elementary students understand. It is a basic training on growing up as a future peacemaker. I remember when I was in elementary, we were taught Good Manners and Right Conduct in a public school. The title of the program is different from today’s education but in essence it’s the same principle. Since religion is not part of the curriculum in a public school, it teaches peace and compassion. Recently, I received an e-newsletter about children’s choir. I’ve asked for permission if it’s okay to share it. Request granted. In my own personal opinion, we have to teach peace early to our children. I don’t have any children. Megan, my little sister, was the only child I became closed to at the school and we had so much fun in our peaceful ways. Here’s the video of the children singing just one candle for peace. And here is my candle for everyone. What does it take to be peaceful articles: Love is the answer A call to service
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In my travels, I met this nice elderly Filipino lady. One day, on the way to train station, I saw her giving out Vancouver Metro by the train station. I started reading again because of this Filipino lady. To help her out distribute the newspapers, I went to the extent of taking five newspapers to further distribute them at work.
I’m beginning to like Vancouver Metro because it has more good news than bad news. Or maybe, I am just selectively reading the good part. Besides, it provides easy to follow food recipes and this is the best part.
For Tuesday, January 23, 2013 issue, the headline was “Nothing to Fret My Pet!” It is actually a love story of a woman and her deer. To make the short story even shorter: they will live happily ever after when it was decided by law makers not to forcibly separate them. I love happy endings.
To read more about it, here’s the link: Metro News.Psalm 42 As the deer longs for running streams… so my soul longs for you, O God.
With my canine nose sensitivity, I managed to track down Mr. Gordon and asked him if I can use his photos and quote him. He gladly agreed and then I let go of his pants. Yup, this is another power of canine: teeth biting the hem of his pants. Thank you Mr. Gordon and these are his pictures. What a beauty! For more pictures, click on The Canadian Warbler.blogspot.ca
On the other hand, I wonder if the bird misses its flock. I am feeling lonely for the bird being alone by itself. I hope it will find its group and be reunited with them. God speed little birdie.
Enjoy.Related Links: The Canadian Warbler.blogspot.ca Burnaby Bird Guy.wordpress.com
Well, you have to think twice about it. No, not just twice, ask yourself “are you insane?” I thought about it and the answer is No, I’m Auntie Mame. Remember? I said that at the beginning of blogging. Atlin, British Columbia springtime at the tip of BC. Not quite, it’s still Frigid Zone there. Mr. Gernot of Monarch Mountain took us in. We were the only people up in the mountain. Yes, there were Monarch Butterflies. It was a trip of a lifetime for the boys. They are still talking about this to date when this happened 13 years ago. They are now adults. The common question was “How come you did not marry Mr. G?” I don’t response to this kind of question. Too personal. Sometimes I retorted “wait till your Mother hears about what you boys did in the mountain.” Yup, to date, cross my heart, mum is the word. I will keep their secrets until my dying days. Besides, it’s their responsibilities to tell their Mothers. What about Fathers? Fathers were boys once before, they understand. And the boys will admire me more when I am gone.
We come to join in the banquet of love,
Let it open our hearts and break down the fears
That keeps us from loving each other.
sung by Dominican Nuns at mealtime MORSEL: If you judge people, you have no time to love them. — Mother Teresa
Me: Call me from your cell and I will be right down.
He: Hi Honey, I`m here.
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BRRRRing it on. January 1, 2013, 2:30 pm
Vancouver Annual Polar Bear Swim
- Every year, I make sure that I do one thing that I haven’t done in my life. For example, last year, I learnt how to bake cookies and cakes. I was well liked by those cookie monster and cake fiends. A very expensive way to learn. Done. Next? Next is learning how to bake a traditional ham or turkey that my family always make. The guinea pigs are my next door neighbour who made me mushroom soup for Christmas. And I did, ham first. We had it for New Year’s Day. Now my neighbour wants it to be a tradition. Are you kidding me? The turkey has to wait. The guinea pigs will be my nieces. I promised them to have a YaYa cousinhood at my place. They were pinning since they have not set their foot in my sanctuary. They saw the pictures in the Facebook and how they love to check it out. Yah, right. It will be a dry get together, I said. They agreed.
- Gardening. What new plant would I want to try this year starting from seeds? This would take time visiting Garden Centres, reading Garden Magazines and visiting Community Gardens. I enjoy gardening and it’s so much fun.
- Walking. This is a must since I am planning to join Walkers’ World this year to Santiago de Compostela. It’s vital that I am able to walk at least 10k a day. That is equal to walking around Stanley Park in Vancouver, BC. Not a big deal, since I do walking meditation and I have now a camera to take pictures along the way. Can’t wait.
God of new beginnings, we are walking into mystery.
We face the future, not knowing what the days and months will bring us
or how we will respond.
Be love in us as we journey.
May we welcome all who come our way.
Christmas in the Philippines is one thing I miss here in Beautiful British Columbia, Canada. It is the happiest and most awaited celebration. The Philippines is so rich with traditions. The Christmas lanterns, caroling, fireworks will start in mid-December. Noche Buena is what we call it meaning Christmas Eve.
As a child, it’s hard to be patient; can’t wait for Christmas and it just doesn’t come fast enough.
The focus is attending midnight mass, a birthday celebration for Baby Jesus. After this, we go home and have a feast. I mean the feast of traditional Filipino food. The gather is circled around my family and anybody who does not have a family to celebrate with. This is the real meaning of Christmas for me.
There is no Christmas tree, and we do not believe in Santa Clause. What we believe is the Three Kings. Three Kings arrive on the first Sunday of January. That’s the time we received gifts in our family. This was fun. What we did at the eve of Three Kings, we lined up our shoes on the stairs, one pair only for each sibling. When we woke up, run down the stairs, our shoes were filed with candies. We really believed that Melchior, Gaspar and Balthazar (names of the three Kings) came bearing gifts. Gifts of candies not Frankincense, Myrrh and Gold. This is how we end our Christmas. It’s the longest Christmas celebration ever.
“Was there a special gift or toy you wanted as a child but never received? What was it?”
Being with my family, visiting relatives and god parents to pay respect and ask for their blessings are the best gift I received. I couldn’t ask for more. No toys. Sometimes, I received money but it wasn’t important for me. What was important is we give one another our love and faith-based on the birth of Infant Jesus, Mother Mary and Joseph.