Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter For some parts of the world, rain is seasonal. There was a time we are blanketed with snow. Now in Vancouver, rain is part of life. Frosty the snowman does not live here. Challenges: … Continue reading
We are out for good reasons. My friend wants to make memories. My sister is out on a day pass. I am up to no good and want to give these two a fright. My birthday is coming. This is … Continue reading
Effective today, Canada is now officially has gone to pot. We are now legally on business and on the market to sell and purchase Cannabis. No more prohibition. You may smoke a fag just like cigarettes in public. How will … Continue reading
Quezon City, Philippines is where I grew up. Now I live in Vancouver, beautiful British Columbia, Canada. And where are you from?
I could dance with Matt to this beautiful music of Garry Schyman feat. Alicia Lemke – Trip the Light, fell the joy of being alive and remember that we are all the same.
If all the days come to pass
Are behind these walls
I’ll be left at the end of things
In a world kept small
Travel far from what I know
I’ll be swept away
I need to know I can be lost
And not afraid
At the corner of Granville Street and West 10th Avenue is a location for high-end stores such as Restoration Hardware and Edward Chapman for Women. People could afford to purchase expensive furniture and clothing. I would say this is a vibrant … Continue reading
We wish to acknowledge that we are on the shared traditional territories of the Coast Salish people and acknowledge the Musqueam, Squamish, and Tsleil-Waututh Nations… and for this we are thankful. – Vancouver Indigenous is the new terminology we embrace rather than … Continue reading
Dear Reader, this is a story about the life that once was mine then wasn’t. The story that taught me that life cannot be changed for the better sometimes. So you have to cherish the fact that you get to … Continue reading
It may be zero visibility on the ground but it’s sunny above the fog. The fog holds it’s mystery all through the night. Some thinks that its ghostly scary state something lurks and jumps out of the fog. I imagine that … Continue reading
It rains a lot in Vancouver and I learned how to love the rain. It’s better to love it than hate it. Rod McKuen’s poetry in song says it all for me.
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On this site in 1897 Nothing Happened Corner of Broadway and Cambie
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Sakura is in full bloom Blossoms soft as a pillow Be careful where you park! Snow is gone It’s snowing Cherry Blossoms Be careful where you park!
Reporting from the streets of Vancouver, Canada, Stanley Q. Woodvine writes about the challenges of homeless life, as well as on personal interests like anime and computers. via sqwabb — Discover Nothing better to do tonight and looking for knowledge … Continue reading
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Somewhere in Vancouver, atop V.G.H. Thrift Store, a graffiti of someone fishing for ❤️. Well, at least it caught my attention.
Spinning myself around 360 degrees to get a full recording of my favorite place, Trout Lake, a place where I grew up with fond memories.
It was more than 20 years since the lake froze. The ambiance? Refreshing!
With all kinds of people, nationality, ethnic language, 4-year family generation and a baby on the way; I would have wanted to use the music “Of Foreign Lands and Places.” We were all in the same place at the same time to experience Joie de vi·vre.
Ah … such glorious memory.
Walking on the frozen lake feels surreal.
We discovered that there is no language barrier to strike up a friendly conversation, have a few laugh and just enjoy a frozen lake on a perfect sunny day.
The atmosphere was heavenly. An ambience we could not ask for anything more and an experience we will remember for a long time.
I thank God for this amazing day!
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It won’t be a white Christmas here in Vancouver, BC. This is our Frosty, the no snowman. What about your part of the world? Photo source: Facebook
Rain. Never ending rain.
The Drop pays homage to the element of water and the untamable forces of nature which are omnipresent in Vancouver.
Omnipresent? More like “ever-present”.
I’m longing for winter. You know, the snow flakes.
Look up north, look down south
Look west and look east
The street is lined with colour
The City of Vancouver created a permanent rainbow-coloured crosswalk in Davie Street village to cover all angles in celebrating city’s gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered and queer communities. This area is LGBTQ friendly.
This week I will be posting a series of awareness to advocate for people who suffer mental illness. As much as I would like to discuss my experience, I would rather share what is happening NOW.
I want everyone to know that a lot of people are striving to be back in the main stream and live a so-called “normal” life with the help of caring people and communities.
It pains me to read and hear that these people are called “selfish” because of the illness especially one committed suicide.
The other night, I was watching the news how a boy raised funds to help his friend received the operation his friend badly needed. His friend is suffering from cerebral palsy and can hardly move. He raised more than enough money for the operation. The main question for the boy was what made you do it.
His answer was: “If you see someone needs help, you just help them.”
Yes! Just help. It’s that simple from the mouth of a boy.
The world would be better if we can help one another.
Thousands of people with chronic mental illness live productive lives in Metro Vancouver thanks to the support offered by Coast Mental Health. The non-profit organization provides housing, vocational training and employment opportunities, and community resources to over 4,200 people with mental illness every year. In recognition of Mental Illness Awareness Week (Oct. 6 to 11) Coast strives to spark meaningful discussions about mental health.
Mental illness is a thief. It can rob you of your identity, take away your livelihood and isolate you from friends and family. It can leave you a shadow of yourself – alone and hopeless. And if diseases like depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder and schizophrenia were not bad enough, add to that the pain of stigma and discrimination.
Coast Mental Health is a non-profit private organization that supports recovery from mental illness by providing intervention and care. From our meal and clothing programs and supported housing, we see restored dignity. And from our life skills training, education and employment programs, we see reduced poverty and increased security.
With the right supports, people can and do recover from these illnesses. Mental illness is simply another obstacle in life.
Find out what Coast Mental Health does to help individuals suffering from mental illness and homelessness, click here.
Between Mon and Dad is Abby.
Abby is a rabbit. In the eyes of these homeless couple coming from Toronto, Abby is their baby. Having Abby in their life brings out their humanity to extend their love to take care of an animal even though they are homeless.
I took this photo in between times on my way home carrying with me a Canon PowerShot SD1000. It’s just an ordinary camera that helps me get out of my head and self. Having a camera focuses my thoughts outward rather than inward. Photography is a beautiful technique to relieve mental illness.
Just for fun, I submitted it to National Geographic’s assignment “The Animals We Love” titled Mom, Dad and Baby Abby.
Yesterday, I received an e-mail stating “a National Geographic editor favorited your photo, Mom, Dad and Baby Abby, on Your Shot. Robin Schwartz added your photo Mom, Dad and Baby Abby as a favorite.”
Needless to say, I am elated.
Out of 14,953 submissions, this is one of her 1,401 favorites. Thank you, Robin!
The Impossible Adventure
Took a swim through the sea
In search of what could not be
Yet there within the waves
A whale with a friendly gaze
How does one chase a dream?
It’s not an easy as it seems
Keep your eyes on the prize
Relax and enjoy the ride
I felt a long pull
To go where the whale might go
Followed it in a haze
And if I should fall behind
I focus right and fix my stride
After a while the going gets rough
As I try to keep my head above
My lungs on fire, my legs grow weak
Just as my chances are looking bleak
The waves turn grey like the sky
I know that I’m going to cry
My eyes well up
And through the tears
I see the whale crystal clear
And in the distance I see a shore
It seems like something I’ve seen before
Then and there I realize
The beach before my very eyes
Is the one I left behind
There are several exhibits (again) on display at work created by the students. Of all the exhibits, I admire this musical composition. Making a mental note, I must take a photo for show and tell. Of course, I know very well not to rely on my memory; it likes to procrastinate.
Yesterday afternoon, when I returned from my break, I was ready to take a picture but when I arrived the board was empty. I was so disappointed and I was muttering to myself. A couple of men and a girl must have heard me and they turned around. Told them my disappointment that the song I was admiring is gone!
“Are you looking for this?” One of the men said.
“OMG! That’s it! Do you mind if I take a photo and share it in my blog?” I was so ecstatic that all is well.
Forgetting my manners dues to excitement, I really should be speaking to the girl because it’s her composition. Regaining my composure, I addressed the man and the young lady at the same time, if it’s alright.
“Of course.” They gladly allowed me to take some shots.
Filled with gratitude with their kindness, I promised that I will send them a link of this post.
What an Impossible Adventure I had. I am pretty sure as Annelies matures, there will be room for improvement in her creative mind.
It’s going to be a bumpy ride.
This is week two of the Teacher’s rotating strike in British Columbia, Canada.
Friday is Vancouver’s turn.
Better make the best of it and go for a joy ride.
What a beautiful thing, a bouquet of tulips for me. Thank you.
Knowing that “Mum, how much longer“ will be in town for a couple of days in Vancouver waiting for the cruise ship to take her and her family to Alaska, I immediately said: Coffee is on me! The last time she was here, we didn’t even know that we were in the same place when there was free hugs for hunger.
When meeting someone for the first time, we gave each other a clue so we can find one another.
Mum said that she will be the person with two heavy bags under her eyes on the hotel lobby waiting. Me, I will be that silver fox with long hair. Well, I did not see any woman with heavy bags. Mum found me first. It’s so easy to spot a long silver hair but not the fox. Who am I kidding.
It was a real pleasure to meet a blogger in person.
We chatted animatedly as if we were long-lost friend over coffee and dinner by the Waterfront of Vancouver. Thank goodness, the weather cooperated and not a drop of precipitation.
Mum and family must be in the middle of the ocean by now and have passed the narrow inside passage of Vancouver Island.
Thank you again for the flowers, Mum, and for taking the time to meet with me. Safe journey.
Here’s something to look forward to when you visit Canada in spring. I kid you not, Sakura is all over the place in Canada.
This is just one tree. Imagine walking underneath the boulevard all lined up with Sakura, it’s snowing pink petals.
This is nothing in comparison to my fascination with this yellow flower when I first arrived here in Canada. I just love these Lions of the Spring. One cannot appreciate the beauty of Cherry blossoms without having to fall for these beast.
VANCOUVER — A bus driver has had his faith in people restored after witnessing a rider wearing plastic bags instead of shoes given a surprising gift this holiday weekend — a stranger’s own shoes and socks.
The “soul-touching” interaction Saturday on the No. 341 route, a Coast Mountain Bus Co. driver of 16 years who was off-duty at the time while returning from Surrey B.C.’s Vaisakhi parade.
“It made my heart melt,” “He just took his shoes and socks off and said, ‘You can take these, don’t worry about me — I live close by and can walk.’
“People usually don’t care or even look at other people on the bus, they didn’t even want to sit beside this guy because of how he was dressed.”
The recipient was “shocked” by the gift and afterwards remarked, “What a nice guy… Did that really happen?”
Source: Toronto Sun
After a long wet coast winter weather, the street life in Vancouver springs into action. Yes, spring is definitely in the air, and we celebrated it with a hug with the resident Vancouver’s critters. There were five of them, and I met four cute, soft and furry critters that came out of their hibernation giving out hugs.
This is Duh Bear, not a grizzly bear but a gentle softie softer than toilet paper. He definitely dislikes any hunting trophy.
Hugs for Hunger is a fundraising event to welcome spring. 1 Hug = $1 donated by the sponsor to help the Greater Vancouver Food Bank Society. All we have to do is give the critters a hug.
I hug all four of them, and $4 was donated to the Food Bank. What a lovely way to spend the day watching passersby giving hugs. It was definitely a joyful and happy day.
A bunny hug with pink ears. This one left me hopping for more hug and, of course, he accepts a bribe of carrot sticks for more squeezes.
To hug and Bee hug has a positive effect on one’s well-being. If you get stung, you will feel this tingly butterfly feeling in your chest and tummy. Oh, what a lovely feeling sweeter than honey.
And here’s the Raccoon coming towards me ready to steal my heart away or maybe the garbage that I carry.
I think the Raccoon has already been to the garbage since I don’t see any takers from him. Just take a look at this one running away from him. Pepe le phew!
Finally, someone took pity on him and gave him a Hug for Hunger.
It was a very successful day.
Yesterday’s event section at Metro News: Hilary Clinton headed to Vancouver as a keynote speaker on March 5, 2014 for an event on Women’s Leadership Circle. Expected cost $600 a ticket.
As much as I want to see Hilary, $600 dollars will go a long way not for me but to the needy.
The purpose of this post is to challenge the Vancouverites instead of spending it for the Leadership Circle to hear Hilary, donate this money to the needy in Vancouver. Or better yet, send it to the Philippines for emergency relief. Canada will match your dollar.
Be a servant leader instead.
When we forgive, we have to let go of our own feelings, our own ego, our own offended identity, and find our identity at a completely different level—the divine level. I even wonder if it is possible to know God at all—outside of the mystery of forgiveness. ~ Mystery of Forgiveness
The Archdiocese of Vancouver, Archbishop Miller addressed former residential school students on the Truth and Reconciliation Commission event. He acknowledged the role the Church played in “implementing the Canadian government’s policy which involved forcibly separating children from their parents.”
Distinguished members of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada, Venerable Elders, Survivors of the Indian Residential Schools, First Nations Brothers and Sisters, Ladies and Gentlemen:
Speaking on behalf of the Roman Catholic Church of the Archdiocese of Vancouver, I am here with you today to acknowledge the role we played in implementing the Canadian government’s policy which involved forcibly separating children from their parents and families and placing them in Indian Residential Schools. through generations, this deeply flawed policy has led to unbearable pain and suffering.
At the five residential schools which existed within the boundaries of the Archdiocese, we were entrusted with safeguarding the children and young people under our care. However, we failed to live up to the trust placed in us. Over the century of their existence, tragic incidents of cultural, emotional, physical, and sexual abuse took place at these schools. We hold in high esteem those survivors who have had the courage to tell the truth about their harrowing experiences….
She came to Canada by steamship as a young woman in 1958 with a four-day train ride from Halifax to Vancouver as her introduction to Canada. Vancouver offered the beauty of the ocean, along with the comfort of the mountains that reminder her of her home in Italy. She married, raised a family, and lived in Kitsilano where she was known for her garden and flowers, which she carefully tended until just weeks before her passing.
She was a supporter, a volunteer, and active participant at the Italian Cultural Centre and Villa Carital until her illness would no longer allow her to help. Through her work, at Arbutus Manor for many years, and involvement in various clubs and groups, including Catholic League of Women (CWL) and the Circolo Trentino, she had built a large and varied group of friends.
The Easter candle is lit at baptism and lighted again upon death. “In dying we are born to eternal life.”
We do not live to ourselves, and we do not die to ourselves. If we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord; then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord’s. For to this end Christ died and lived again, so that he might be Lord of both the dead and the living. ~ Romans 14
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Leaving work mid-morning, my commitment was at 11 a.m. It’s close by to work, walking distance but I haven’t been to this place. Plenty of time to walk the inside streets, enjoy the beauty of the autumn day and the rain stopped.
This is the west side of Vancouver, a beautiful neighbourhood that takes pride of their surroundings. The environment is warm and welcoming. Homes are old, mostly heritage, painted houses in living colours and well-kept. Luscious garden, recycled items, ornamental trees and chair to sit around.
There’s nobody around and understandably so, it was work week and the children were at school. I found myself alone in sweet serenity to commune with nature.
I reached my destination.
St. Augustine Church. This is the first time for me to visit the church. As mentioned in my previous post, Candle in Spain, I say the same prayer when I visit a church the first time hoping my wishes will be granted. I did not because I was there for my friend to attend a Mass of Christian Burial of her mother.
Related Link: Candle in Spain
The gathering of Truth and Reconciliation Commission ended with the walk in solidarity with the aboriginals and non-aboriginals. Thousands braved the day in a wet, wild, and wonderful walk.
We were banging drums, singing traditional songs, wearing button blankets and hats as we marched along the Georgia Street.
The stories told were very horrific and sad about the treatment the aboriginals received from the white people especially at the residential schools. These are the survivors who came to have their stories documented for the history books.
As horrific as it was, the gathering will be the beginning of a journey toward reconciliation. Canada is stepping forward to share the pain it created. From here, we can move towards healing.
The keynote speaker for this event was Dr. Bernice King, the daughter of Martin Luther King, Jr.
One day, you’ll be able to join hands together and say in the words of my father and it will be a truth in this nation. Free at last, free at last, and thank God almighty we are free at last.”
May the stars carry your sadness away,
May the flowers fill your heart with beauty,
May hope forever wipe away your tears,
And, above all, may silence make you strong.
Chief Dan George
This is blocking the view.
Good thing summer is over.
Think of it this way, he has from October to May to hit the gym and start working out. If he remains the same, Paul Sullivan has something to say about it.
You’ll have to fake it.
Turning that spare tire into a six-pack will take the whole summer and you’ll be ready for your beach close-up just in time to head back to school, fool.
There are a number of things you can do, like suck your stomach in as you stroll, all nonchalant, along the shore. If anyone asks why your face is so red, just tell them you burn easily from the neck up. Like all those other red-faced shore stalkers going by.
Then there’s the briefest-possible-moment-of-exposure tactic. Just drag your beach blanket and mummy kit as close to the water as you can without being swamped, then disrobe quickly, flashing your bi- or mono-kini, and then immerse yourself up to your neck as quickly as possible.
To get out of the water successfully, repeat in reverse. Do not, like Daniel Craig, emerge from the surf in glorious 3D slow motion. You’ll scare the little kids on the beach.
Make sure to do whatever you can to avoid the inverse beach fitness rule. That is: The less fit you are, the more flesh you expose. Don’t be that guy with the beach ball for a belly and the speedo. If that bikini didn’t look quite right in that artfully lit Swimco mirror, how do you think it’s going to look out here, in the stark light of day?
I don’t want to cramp your style, but you don’t have any, especially when your body is a gallery of all your deepest thoughts written in flesh. Tattoos, even Angelina Jolie’s — especially Angelina Jolie’s — don’t make it better. You look like human graffiti.
There are some people, of course, who look fantastic on the beach, all fresh and tousled and tanned. They’re called children. They don’t count.
Paul Sullivan is a writer for a local newspaper, Metro News.
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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Sunrise Sunset Sunrise Sunset One season Following another Laden with happiness….
- 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
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- Canada Day celebrations and Global BC coverage (globalnews.ca)
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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
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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)
One has to have good walking shoes in order to travel far on foot. But how many shoes do I need? And which one will go with my attire for the day. Decisions, decisions. It’s hard enough to think what I have to wear everyday to work, to pick the best shoes is another story.
It’s a beautiful sunny day. People are happy based on this drawing on the sidewalk.
The one o’clock sun cast a shadow in front of me and I can see how the wind ruffles my clothing. Good thing I remembered to tie my hair, otherwise, it will be all over the place.
As I thought of what is above me, it reminded me of the Emerald Tablet written by Hermes. There are other thinkers who have expanded it so well.
Heaven above, heaven below;
stars above, stars below;
all that is above, thus also below;
understand this and be blessed.
– Kircher, Prodrom
Even after all this time,
does not say
to the Earth,
you owe me.
what happens with
like that. It
As for the tablet, this is what I captured that speaks close to my heart.
“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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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
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Me: Call me from your cell and I will be right down.
He: Hi Honey, I`m here.
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.