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Mental hygiene…

March 17, 2011

Eventually,

the trolls led her down a flight of steps that gradually wound into a tight spiral…

The walls streamed with mineral-scented water,

and were slippery with algae that grew in great clusters on the luminous toadstools…

For a moment,

the flow of earth magic quickened under her feet,

and Little Fur thought she heard the voice of the earth spirit,

whispering to her to have faith..

— in Little Fur, A Fox Called Sorrow by Isabelle Carmody

I went to a lecture a few weeks ago,

on a Monday morning…

I’ve been told by people,

things like,

I’d love to see you,

doing something,

in the fashion industry…

and

I think you’re going to open a store,

with your daughters…

I have no idea how to get there,

or what that could look like,

so I just keep the comments,

on my hard drive,

filed under,

the beat of a drum

Little Gem has displayed,

a strong sense,

of how to wear a scarf,

since she was about,

eighteen months old…

My class used to love the stories,

about why I was late for school,

because my baby wouldn’t wear the outfit,

I had picked out for her…

Some of my students would put up their hands,

at five and six years old,

and say,

I’m like that too…

I was lucky enough,

that my children,

spent their early years,

in a family daycare,

where,

along with outdoor play,

a nap,

and healthy,

homemade food,

drawing was seen,

as equally important,

as love,

in the daily diet…

Knowing my children,

were in such good care,

I could concentrate on my work,

with other people’s children,

and the development,

of other ways,

of coming,

to know…

Both Little Gem and Starshine,

have scrapbooks full,

of images,

we like to look back on,

for reference,

and fortune-telling…

To this day,

Little Gem,

can often be found,

sitting by herself,

in her tiny pink bedroom,

making miracles,

on paper…

In this lecture,

I attended,

Signe Aarhus,

the owner of Oleana,

spoke about the thinking,

behind a business success,

despite the persistent naysaying,

of

In this economy,

your vision will never get off the ground…

She told all of us,

listening there,

Thinking is free…

So put a lot of it,

into everything you do…

She said,

We have this rule…

Only sell to people you look forward to talking with,

over the phone…

And she carried on with her true stories,

The banks laughed at us…

So we borrowed everything we could,

from everyone we could…

We used our networks,

our experience,

and we took the time to think about what we really wanted…

We created an identity we could believe in…

Everyone we hire must be positive,

and have a sense of humour…

Our ambition is not to make as much money as possible,

but to make beautiful textiles,

and to create a workplace where our people are happy…

We have a very simple organization,

where few people,

learn to do,

many things…

All of us try to behave honestly…

We don’t cheat,

and when we make a profit,

we take 40% of it,

lay the money out on the table,

and share it equally,

among everyone,

in order to illustrate,

that we are,

from the custodian,

to the designer,

all important,

and needed,

in the factory,

and for our company’s success…

Once a year we close the factory,

and EVERYONE,

goes together,

on a research holiday,

for inspiration…

We use our guts,

to tell us where to go…

It doesn’t matter whether you find yourself,

in the auditorium,

of Kwantlen College,

in the dressing room,

with the whole team,

or at home on your own,

the same principles apply…

But it takes courage,

to floss out the doubt,

and fear,

and to act,

on what one knows,

to be good,

and true…

I’ve never been one,

for pets on the bed,

but there are only a few things,

as nice,

as going to sleep,

with cold feet,

and waking up,

in the middle of the night,

to the scent of cat breath,

on your cheek,

and a ball of commitment,

curled up,

against the back of your knees,

in Viking spirit

with godspeed

And the fire glow...

Lying nine…

March 10, 2011

Manny and Romer coached Hammer and I,

through an eventful round that included some Lil’ Wayne from the rough,

and a pin location on the fringe…

It was a pretty fun day,

which saw Raffi Torres shooting the best round,

at 79…

He wanted to make sure everyone knew he won,

so congratulations Raffi!!!

— from latest post by Tanner Glass

When the time arrives,

for me to host,

a celebrity,

kilts only,

golf tournament,

the guest list,

will be wicked…

While my horses,

are down south,

about to bowl a strike,

on their road trip,

I’m up here,

a few blocks,

from Roger’s Arena,

keeping my eye on the map,

and holding down the fort…

Because with all of those fans,

following the Canucks charter,

through enemy territory,

someone’s got to GD stay back,

and whistle dixie…

I do on occasion,

get the travel bug,

but having been born again,

under the sign of Capricorn,

home,

is always where,

the heart is…

A few weeks ago,

I told Starshine,

and Little Gem,

to get ready,

because I’m changing,

the name,

of one of the cats,

in honour,

of an upcoming Gordie Howe…

Starshine madly protested,

Mama!!!

You can’t do things like that…

It will confuse him…

And just like you,

he’s a lover,

not a fighter…

I can’t argue with that truth,

as there are so many more,

creative ways,

to move mountains,

than packing a punch,

once you get the hang of it…

I recently had a dream,

that I was locked in a corral,

full of untamed horses

There wasn’t much room,

to move,

but as one big beast,

lifted up his back leg,

with intent to deliver,

a blow,

I took the hoof,

in both my hands,

and pushed back,

with a firm statement,

that said,

YOU don’t get to do this anymore….

And I woke up,

on top,

for the hug,

of a lifetime…

In the milky twilight...

Industrial application…

March 8, 2011

One of the things that makes felties so cute is their diminutive size—

and this size is almost the only challenge to making them successfully…

Unless you’re already used to working on such a small scale,

start with a dark-coloured doll,

not a white one,

as the paler colours may become grubby as you work…

Cut out the pieces accurately,

and work slowly and meticulously

it’s the crisp finish that lends the felties a lot of their charm…

— in Felties: How to Make 18 Cute and Fuzzy Friends by Nelly Pailloux

This  past weekend,

Little Gem was working on her Lego house…

I asked her what phase she was at,

with respect to construction…

Despite the fact that she is born,

under the sign of Libra,

she said,

without skipping a beat,

I’m down to the organizing stage of things…

I’ve been putting the finishing touches,

on a new golf skirt,

knitted in All6 Lux Hemp,

complemented by a matching cardigan,

in Rowan Natural Silk Aran…

Starshine’d been thinking,

that since I hadn’t made much mention,

of golf lately,

I must have given up on it…

I reassured her,

No such luck…

It’s just taking a simmer,

on the back burner…

Yesterday morning,

I held myself,

in a waiting room

for long enough,

to fully observe,

what looked like,

a line-up of sudden death,

in over-time…

There was no sign,

of fun and games,

until an old feller,

barely able to walk,

came through the door,

and cracked me up,

on the inside,

with a story,

about getting tossed,

by a wave,

on the beach,

in Porto Escondido…

He said,

If I’d been a young guy,

it would have been no problem…

But this curve of the sea,

instantly took me down,

and I couldn’t get my legs…

I’m lucky to be alive…

From my point of view,

anyone pushing ninety,

in this day and age,

is lucky to be alive…

But some people don’t grasp,

this concept,

until they’ve rolled up the rim,

on a sentence,

of only two weeks left,

to live…

An hour later,

after I’d been lanced,

and bled,

for measures of heavy metal,

I snow-shooed Dog Mountain…

Upon the descent,

I got to talking,

to a fellow traveler…

As she told me about her relationship,

with a pair of ravens,

who display,

the same sense,

of facial recognition,

known to crows,

a man greeted us,

with his snow report…

He said,

I’m eighty years old,

and this trail,

up to the top of Seymour Mountain,

is a piece of cake…

I asked to see some I.D.,

for proof,

he truly was,

eight,

zero…

He laughed,

You better believe it baby…

It all starts with cooking for myself…

Any sensible individual knows,

the secret to healthy longevity,

is in the kitchen…

And with that prescription issued,

I headed back to my car,

to call it a day,

that can only get better,

with some pitch and putt,

and a last minute comeback,

in San Jose…

She had the side to side...