preparedness
what i used to see before this moment as panic i now see as impetus to pour on the coal to the finish line of this phase of preparedness … that restless pacing seeing the tasks that must be completed as multitudinous – i use the rhythm of the pace to gain clarity as i sort out and categorize and prioritize – out of the space of this rhythmic pacing comes a calm focus that channels the energy to arrive at completeness where i will breathe at least three times before embarking on the next phase
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the best always
joy in the journey
the joy is in the journey – once i reach what i think is the expected i must then again establish a new journey to find joy in – it is in human nature to be striving toward that place in the future where the goals i create within my thinking become a reality … so i will stop along the way and take in all the beauty of this process of unfolding and be ever grateful for the journeying and for this present moment
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the best always
the technological step
i am of the generation – some call us the baby boomers – who hand wrote university papers and when i took computer science 101 i learned in one whole semester how to have the computer write a sentence instructed to do so by the large stack of hole punched cards fed to it in a very specific sequence – along the way from then until now i would be involved in ‘computer catch-ups’ and buy the newest technology on the market and by the time i learned how to use what i bought it was outdated 
… in working on this website there is so much that is foreign to me – my resistance to learning the new things somewhat like taking out the garbage which takes 5 hours and 50 seconds – five hours resisting and fifty seconds to actually take it out … i am gradually getting my head around the newness that these tasks bring me – i now have my foot placed on the technological step and i am creating the momentum to have the rest of me join my foot and my intention at the new level … i thank you my friends for the inspiration to have the internet become my vehicle for bringing my work to you – i am loving the process and may joy be bestowed upon you as you navigate through this glimpse into my works
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the best is always yet to come
our aging parents
it is amazing how fast the perennials make themselves very known – and how some that i had forgotten having planted are showing up and bursting with life before me
… my 93 year old mother is emerging from a convalescing winter and she is so filled with the joy she has in visiting greenhouses and pushing herself in her wheelchair up and down all of the aisles being sure not to miss anything – she is so enlivened by conversations she has with other flower seekers imbibing in the fragrances and the colours that fill the soul – she has been out in the sunshine and wheeling herself about the yard watering what she can reach and deadheading the flowers in her baskets she has so strategically placed … the sunshine and the fresh air and the joy of her flowers has made such a difference in her well-being … it is a privilege that we baby-boomers get to experience in caring for our aging parents – we have the realization that even the smallest things we do for them or with them brightens their day and brings a smile to their being - i recommend taking the opportunity to touch base with the aged and in listening to their stories be conscious of and grateful for where we are being linked to where they were … the joy i bring to others fills also my soul – that place where we are all the same
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the best is always yet to come
this world of flowers
the last few months i have been with my mother who is 93 and still living in her own home – i have been spending these spring days in the restoration of the gardens – when i was here three springs ago i changed the vegetable garden into an inner court with a fountain and sitting area surrounded by perennial beds
– i rounded up flowers from family and friends and had a wonderful time working in the earth and creating an atmosphere to feed my mother’s soul with this world of flowers she has always loved . . . the melting snow revealing the deadfall from flowers and fallen leaves and the clean up leaving me with the feeling of ‘where do i begin?’ – then one day on my hands and knees i began to clear away the dead remains and make room for the new – here and there a few green shoots were peeking through and from the flower skeletons i knew that there were flowers the summer before – within a few days of the clearing more bits of green – this coming forth of spring from the previous planting of that which i wanted in the garden – a reminder of the appearing of my dreams that i have long ago conceived and their emerging in different stages of growth much as the perennials fill out and establish themselves in the garden and with love and caring fill my life with beautiful blossoms
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the best is always yet to come
this ending and beginning
the week-end 
is a powerful time for me with saturday being the week’s end in which i celebrate and acknowledge gratitude for what has transpired
and with sunday being the week’s beginning which is a holy day of preparation for what is to come . . . keeping this ending and beginning in my consciousness gives a rich fullness to the days i spend in between
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the best is always yet to come
change of direction
the creation of this website is giving me the opportunity to share with you that which is old and the emerging new
– a journey into the archives of my life and with this gleaning of the past through places i had long ago forgotten bringing a new clarity to this present moment – to this path that i am walking today . . . i look back on words that may have been uttered in haste and the immediate change of direction my life took – the reminder that words once spoken are forever in the world – the necessity for vigilance around the spoken word living more fully within my consciousness . . . it is said that destiny lives within the muscles of the body especially in the muscles activating the human voice – how often has it been my speaking that demanded me to take accounting of my life and move on to what is next . . . so what is next anyway?
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the best is always yet to come
gifts held within store
enjoy whatever is in my life with gratitude – it may not be what i was expecting but the gifts that are held in store might only be opened by the key held within that which is coming into my life right now . . . it is this feeling of gratitude that washes away all else leaving the shining key ready for the opening . . . i await the gifts
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the best is always yet to come
friends – the highest and the best
the greatest blessings in my life are the moments in conversation that i spend with dear friends – those times when we share the excitements and heights of euphoria about ecstatic things that transpire in our lives in turn lifting each other’s spirit – the times when we pour out the pain from the sorrows that arise and our empathy lightens the darkness – the times when we speak forth thoughts around creative endeavours and that speaking bringing clarity and sparking new ideas for future creations – and of course those times when the sharing of good food and the best of chocolate nourishes our bodies and fills our souls . . . i thank you my friends for the treasure of our relationships – the highest and the best – bestowing upon me the status of a weatlthy woman indeed – gratitude and appreciation and love fill the space that we share
the best is always yet to come
Easter Joy
Christ is risen – having come to Earth from the highest of the most high - to experience this Earthly death – to sink into the darkest depths of the underworld and on this Easter morn rise up again from this sleep of death into the light of Spirit … this Joy of this Easter morning is to remind us that we are also immortal Spiritual Beings experiencing this Earthly journey and that our death here is only to this life and then into the continuance of our Eternal Beingness … Christ is Risen – our reminder that we too shall rise again … Easter Joy
this best is always yet to come