Beauty in a Bag

Have nothing in your houses which you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.

William Morris, English textile designer, artist, writer, and libertarian socialist (1834-1896)

Visiting a new quilt shop, I came away with a bag of beauty. These fabric swaths are destined to become stunning seat cushions for the dining room chairs. I am loving the creative ideas for the new flat that are bubbling over. Now, I just need to get to the sewing machine and turn some of those ideas into a beautiful reality. Stay tuned!

Keys in Hand

There is something permanent, and something extremely profound, in owning a home.

Kenneth Carroll "Kenny" Guinn, American businessman, educator and politician (1936–2010)

Today marks a momentous occasion: I took possession of my very own mortgage for a condo in my hometown. Keys are in hand and, with luck, renovation work will begin soon as I create my very own space. Profound, indeed. Stay tuned!

No Escape

There is a story of a woman running away from tigers. She runs and runs and the tigers are getting closer and closer. When she comes to the edge of a cliff, she sees some vines there, so she climbs down and holds on to the vines. Looking down, she sees that there are tigers below her as well. She then notices that a mouse is gnawing away at the vine to which she is clinging. She also sees a beautiful little bunch of strawberries close to her, growing out of a clump of grass. She looks up and she looks down. She looks at the mouse. Then she just takes a strawberry, puts it in her mouth, and enjoys it thoroughly. Tigers above, tigers below. This is actually the predicament that we are always in, in terms of our birth and death. Each moment is just what it is. It might be the only moment of our life; it might be the only strawberry we’ll ever eat. We could get depressed about it, or we could finally appreciate it and delight in the preciousness of every single moment of our life.

Pema Chödrön, American Buddhist nun, in The Wisdom of No Escape: How to Love Yourself and Your World 

There is no escaping birthdays so, bathed in the light of family, I bit into a luscious strawberry and relished the moment.

California Hospitality

We all just take distinct paths in life, but no issue wherever we go, we get a little of each other almost everywhere. 

Unknown 

Bright, sunny, cheery, refreshing: words to describe the lemonade made straight from the tree and our welcome as eight "Felucca Friends" crossed time and space for a reunion at a lovely California home set upon a mountainside.

Far from the Nile and our trusty felucca captains, who steered our Thursday night sailings (sometimes into the reeds), we ventured aboard the Queen Mary for a glimpse into how the 1% live. The technology and history were certainly interesting, but the best part of the tour was quaffing a glass of wine with accompanying nibbles at the ship's Art Deco bar. In this we find a direct correlation between the little sailboat and the grand steamer.

A visit to the St. Gabriel Mission, built in 1771 as the fourth of a string of 21 California missions, held a contemplative element thanks to philosophic museum labels calligraphed long ago, such as:

Upon entering the Church look down

Note the worn tile smoothed by

Shuffle of leather sandels of old and

The abrasion of modern day Romans

Visitors, ponder these hallowed walls

Consecrated by Tongva hands . . .

Brick by Brick . . . Stone by Stone . . .

Rock by Rock, bonded by ground

Limestone . . . sand . . . sea-shells, hoisted

Up via rough hemp ropes, pulleys,

Torn hands . . . worn backs . . . primitive

Scaffolding, these children of the . . .

Earth labored some fifteen years . . .

Constructing this symbol of humankind's

Yearning to find comfort with God's

Enveloping embrace —

Yes . . . look down where ye stand . . .

Now . . . look up at these strong

Buttressed walls . . . .

Reaching for the stars . . . .

John E. Fantz . . . Museum Guardian

Contemplation continued during a visit to the Huntington Botanical Gardens and its newly opened Garden of Flowing Fragrance Chinese garden as various elements of architecture, horticulture and environment create beautifully spiritual zones such as the Terrace that Invites the Mountains, the Terrace of the Jade Mirror and the Pavilion of the Three Friends (aka the bamboo, the pine and plum blossoms).

We contemplated colourful koi and tricky turtles among the Huntington's lily ponds where I learned the origin of the hard pods sold to create tall arrangements in Canadian living rooms.

While all of our forays fascinated and inspired, for me the most outstanding must be the Getty Villa. The rarefied air on a mountainside overlooking the ocean, the exceptional art collection, the stunning Pompeiian architecture and the tinkling garden fountains take my breath away.

Every excursion concluded with our return to the most comfortable and friendly villa paradiso to toast good friends with fine wine accompanied by the tastiest nibbles. May the "Felucca Friends" gather again to share in the camaraderie formed upon the Nile's waters.

On Retreat

Nowhere can man find a quieter or more untroubled retreat than in his own soul.

Marcus Aurelius, Roman Emperor (161-180)

Beneath the mighty oaks of a retreat centre, my friend and I paused the frenetic rhythm of life for two days to sit quietly, take walks, breathe deeply, and chill. The highlight came this morning when we were blessed with the sighting of a doe, first in the woods and later crossing the river . . .

. . . being followed by her fawn. What a precious gift.

As Seen on TV

Fame has only the span of the day, they say. But to live in the hearts of people - that is worth something. 

Ouida (aka Maria Louise Ramé), English novelist (1839-1908) 

I clocked in another minute of my fame allotment yesterday appearing on the morning programming of our local television station in one of their 'person-on-the-street' opinion pieces. I was already on the cutting room floor by the time I returned home from work, but the News Producer at CHCH kindly sent me a link so that I could see myself. As I figure it, I have about 13 minutes remaining on the fame meter.

High Tea

I had a little tea party
This afternoon at three.
'Twas very small-
Three guests in all-
Just I, myself and me. 

Myself ate all the sandwiches,
While I drank up the tea;
'Twas also I who ate the pie
And passed the cake to me. 

Jessica Nelson North, American poet and author (1891-1988) in "The Tea Party"

I, myself and me joined Cousin S for a little tea party in a lovely tea room situated in a turn of the century home in the village of Jordan. Tea and a nice chat go together so well -- not to mention how well they accompany fresh scones with preserves and cream. A wonderful tradition!