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Trees....California

Foggy day, standing on the beach I could hear the ocean but could not see it... photo taken at Glass Beach, Fort Bragg, CA... Oct.2009

This is how I feel today, first day home from holidays. I feel foggy and sad and moody and broody and I don't like feeling this way. But this will pass, and soon I will break out with some happy holiday photos and something will inspire me to kick some ass!

It is only when we silent the blaring sounds of our daily existence that we can finally hear the whispers of truth that life rveals to us, as it stands knocking on the doorsteps of our hearts.

K.T. Jong

My bags are packed and I'm ready to go....well my things are stacked, soon to be packed. I think I did a good job of packing light this time. One week away, starting in San Francisco and up the coast...yes the coast, crashing waves, healing salty mists, beaches, vineyards and family - a short stay with B's cousin in S.F.

Books - "Eat Pray Love" again...I read it the first time around and I really got the Eat and Pray part...could not relate to Love...now I can and I will read it with a different view this time. I'm also taking "Anais Nin The voyage Within", my music...and travelling music to share.

The most beautiful little boxes I've ever seen...I love boxes, especially wood boxes. I have several; secrets and treasures are inside each one.

I noticed these boxes straight away in a scene from "Nights At Rondathe". When I watch a film, I see the costume, set decoration and all the little details that make a scene. www.davidfinck.com is the artists who made these.

This is how I feel....bliss...calm...happy

gold and red leaves

garlic bulbs in brown paper bags

sunny blue skies

stolen moments

a little pond as a witness

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New books have arrived...seems I like to spend a bit of money each and every month at Chapter's ... I can't resist the 'free shipping'. My newest purchases; this beautiful book on India. The colours are simply beautiful.

The second book I bought is "Anais Nin, The Voyage Within". I'm looking forward to discovering this woman Anais.

That's all for now.

Just look at this little porch...this (what looks like a) cottage-y little house, all cozy and personal. The inside opens to the outside. I like this. Pure. Simple. And big enough for one, and some visitors. I could live in a little house like this very happily. Hmmm, this porch might work at my back door.

This photo is from www.serenaryder.com ...nah that's not me sitting on the porch playing the guitar, just in case you thought it was.

"and the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom"....Anais Nin


Each day there is something new in this world to discover...that is a journey I enjoy.

Today I found this wonderful blog belonging to Christine Alvarado http://www.dubuhdudesigns.typepad.com/ . Here is just one little sample of her amazing art (all images are copyrighted). Frida, a most interesting woman.

Oh the gloriousness of these Moroccan bedrooms; especially the beautiful wedding blankets. Can't you just imagine the light hitting each sparkle? I would be happy to wake up in one of these rooms on any morning.

This weekend was spent in my little garden; phase one of the fall clean-up and I have been seriously attacking gout weed and lemon balm.

What can I say about this weekend? A very welcomed connection, a connection of sorts. Learning more about me all the time. Opening up and feeling free.



The weather has been so perfect, just like September is supposed to be. Last night I lit a fire outside in the "fireplace". Peaceful. Knitting today and thinking of projects to come today in the warmth of the afternoon sun.



I am feeling very happy and special and a little bit scared all at the same time. Would you say I'm alive? Am I twisted like this corkscrew hazel tree of mine?

I'm happy this morning despite the phones which are frantic. I found these beautiful images on one of my favourite blogs "An Indian Summer". I immediately wanted to get out my pencils and splash these images with vibrant colours. I think I will do just that, when I can do so peacefully (translated: after work). The Autumn issue of Cath Kidston arrived this morning. I will need time to devour this one..such beautiful photos, gorgeous clothes. I am not a fashionist - far from it - but I do love fashion as an artform. http://www.cathkidston.co.uk/

Saturday afternoon...playing with the camera...still lots for me to learn with the new camera even though is it point-and-shoot....farmer's market in the morning...a drive in the country...delicious supper....re-doing the heel of Sab's knee socks *grrr*.... in the evening, on the swing alone in the cool twilight...peaceful, especially as the hornets and wasps have all gone to bed! . A nice day really.

How did you spend your day? If you drop by....feel free to say hello.

Autumn

My favourite season....I like the sound of your name.....and oh the glorious colour!

Yup, I do repeat myself over and over again. Am I getting senile or is it because I feel that no one listens to me? I think it's the latter. So you all know I love autumn and TIFF, I will try and shut up about it now.

Longing

by Sara Teasdale

I am not sorry for my soul

That it must go unsatisfied,

For it can live a thousand times,

Eternity is deep and wide.

I am not sorry for my soul,

But oh, my body that must go

Back to a little drift of dust

Without the joy it longed to know.

Sara Teasdale was born on Aug. 8, 1884, in St. Louis, Missouri. Her parents, John and Mary Elizabeth, tutored their shy and reserved daughter at home until she turned nine years old, at which point she entered a private school. While she attended the school, she began writing poems, one of which appeared Reedy's Mirror, a local literary publication, in 1907. That same year, her first collection of poems, Sonnets to Duse and Other Poems, was published.

Today after gardening, knitting and reflecting I checked in on one of my favourite blogs www.superherodesigns.com/journal. Andrea's title for this entry "If your soul is calling, listen". Oh my. The title spoke to me, the photo is beautiful. Have you ever walked a labyrinth?

photo by Jen Gray from superherodesigns site.

Sienna Hong McParland...great niece #4...the pink jacket was knit for her..so cute she is.

Some of the knitting projects I have worked on over the past year or so.

Toronto and TIFF

I spent yesterday afternoon in the city, by myself, enjoying the fine weather, people watching and submitting our TIFF requests. TIFF signals the end of summer, but for me it is a beginning. I always find the autumn fresh and new and a time to reflect on the months gone by and look toward the future.

With those thoughts in my mind I wondered which way to go to spend the rest of my afternoon and early evening alone....the beautiful U. of T. Campus, the streets of Toronto, so many choices. In the end I decided to head for the lake. Supper at Queen's Quay, outside, overlooking Lake Ontario. A chance to actually spend some time in one of my favourite shops without someone standing by the door, waiting, arms crossed and tapping a foot.

I had lots of time, uninterrupted to be alone with my thoughts. I like that.

It was a good day.

Spinning and Twirling

I'm spinning. That's all I can tell you right now. I'm giddy and I'm happy and that's that. insert big smile here

Mubeena through the years.

Oh how I love mid-August when I get the annual update from India on Mubeena. I have been sponsoring Mubeena, through World Vision for 5 years now. During the year Mubeena and I exchange little notes but I look forward to the annual picture and report card. She has grown up so much, here she is now 9 years old.

The Storm

Oh boy...what a storm and then another storm and yet another storm predicted for today.

A portion of our basement flooded last night due to a downspout that worked itself free; and rain was pouring in from the side door making a pool of the landing inside. We scrambled using everything and anything we could to sop up the mess - sheets, towels, blankets, our clothes - anything. All that has been washed and dried and the dehumidifier is working overtime.

All around town, the tops of street lights are scattered everywhere, along with other debris. Huge limbs of trees have been broken. I'm thankful our two big trees, one front and one back, can bend.

I don't like electrical storms, even looking from the inside out!

A weird and wonderful summer this is turning out to be. Never have I had such green grass in the backyard...in fact keeping grass alive back there has always been a challenge and this year I abandoned by plan of eliminating grass entirely as I have done in the front. My Annabell hydrangeas are huge and love this west coast/English summer as well. The hostas not so...too much rain for them and the slugs have multiplied by the millions. Now we're into the final month of summer (holidays for some), I'm thinking towards September. September is my most favourite month of all. I love the warm, generally dry, sunny days and cool nights and most of all I love TIFF - The Toronto International Film Festival.