If everyone took a few moments to relax …

… in a tranquil garden …

… humanity would be a much better place.
Happy Saturday.
If everyone took a few moments to relax …

… in a tranquil garden …

… humanity would be a much better place.
Happy Saturday.
Answering Your “Why Do I” Questions • WHY DO I rarely shop at Walmart? While you may assume I don’t shop there for some political reason because many…
Do Tell! Answering Your “Why Do I” Questions + A List Of Fun Friday Bloggers
If you haven’t yet met Ally from The Spectacled Bean, I hope you click the link above to enjoy a little visit. Not only are her posts thoughtful, entertaining and enjoyable, but the comments often are, too.
We’re nearing mid-July and the summer season is hitting its peak.

Penticton Creek is running much slower than it was a month ago …

… when it was moving along quite smartly …

… and looked much more like a river than a creek. The above picture shows one side of the bridge near the empty-point into the lake …

… and this shows the other.
There are other signs of the maturing season, too.

Panicle hydrangeas frequently start blooming in mid-summer …

… and the robin chicks are now indistinguishable from their parents.

Time relentlessly marches on whether we like it or not; there are no stop signs or do-overs …

… so it’s important to be here while we can.
Happy Monday.
A sundowner …

… over a gorgeous lake …

… with the comfort of Night’s soft cloak on the way …

… a frothy yellow flower brightening the day …

… and sunny respites with blue skies and clean water …

… a multitude of wonderful little things …

… to remember as we navigate this difficult world …

… so many of us so privileged.
Today is the feast day of Saint Valentine, an early Christian martyr who was executed on this day (or July 6 or 30, depending on whichever branch of Christianity) in circa 269. Well, we aren’t sure what year, and that’s because there are a number of early Christian martyrs named Valentine who are all recognised as saints by the Roman Catholic Church.

But if there’s one thing historians agree on, it’s that the stories around Valentine are probably apocryphal since there are so many of them, all different. Nevertheless and whatever you believe, one commonality is that Valentine is said to have performed the miracle of restoring sight to the daughter of his Roman jailer and that just before he was executed, he wrote her a letter and signed it “your Valentine.”

Another commonality and the one that more closely lead to him becoming the patron saint of lovers is that before he was imprisoned for his religious beliefs he supposedly married a number of Christian Roman soldiers who otherwise would not have been able to tie the knot.

But as so often happens throughout history, centuries passed and the identity and religious purpose of Saint Valentine’s Day became almost completely obscured. By the 14th century his popularity was revived but only because of the notions of courtly love invented by the English writer Geoffrey Chaucer and a bit further on, also by William Shakespeare. 500 years later he appeared again because the Victorians liked the concept of ideal romantic love and set about establishing many of the traditions – such as the giving of cards – that we are familiar with today.
Whether you celebrate – either from a religious or secular perspective – Saint Valentine’s Day or not, it is a good time to recognise the importance of unselfish love and all it can accomplish. 🩷
Two years ago, I learned that a former spouse had passed away. He’s the subject of most of the early posts on this blog as I worked through my very short, very difficult marriage to him. By any definition, he was a full narcissist and therefore a problematic person with whom to try to have a relationship.

I was surprised to hear from his daughter who let me know about it; she didn’t provide any additional details. It was very kind of her to do that as I know that she had had very significant issues with him as well and had stopped communicating with him just after I initiated divorce proceedings.

Learning that he’s gone produced a bit of a reaction – it has taken me two years to write about it – with some feelings anticipated (relief, solace), and others not (anger, guilt). His departure has meant that I no longer need to worry about how he sometimes tried to track me down online, at work or through my family or friends, even many years after our divorce.

I suddenly began to feel a lot more secure. But then there was the guilt around being relieved at another’s passing as well as a real freshening of the anger I felt at the stalking and the need for additional safety precautions as well as for what he did to my finances and the time it took me to recoup.

This experience as well as my experience as a combat veteran has lead me to conclude that often, the fallout from traumatic or extremely difficult experiences doesn’t go away completely. These experiences lessen, they lighten. I can forget about them for long periods. The anger drops off. Even the details can become hazy. But disappear entirely? Nope.

There was the death of the marriage; in this case, it was stillborn even though it took me several months to put all the signs together. Then there’s the death of the former spouse, with its odd sense of unclosure closure. It’s a very mixed bag. Because regardless of what the experts say, some things just don’t fold neatly into a drawer that can be closed and locked forever. They grow smaller and smaller all the time, but you can still see their smoke on the horizon, no matter how far away you are.
I first posted the following in 2022. I have updated the photos and some of the text, but otherwise, the sentiment remains the same.
In Canada, today is Boxing Day. It has nothing to do with sport but rather with the idea of “boxing up” the leftovers from Christmas feasting (including unwanted presents) to give to those less fortunate. Over the centuries, it has also largely diverged from its U.K. antecedents. I was raised with the notion that Boxing Day is for providing volunteer service (I was allowed to choose – and I always chose the SPCA – but I wasn’t allowed to skip it); however, I think that this philosophy has long since disappeared.

Perhaps we ought to try to bring back Boxing Day volunteerism or other forms of giving. I am tired of the Boxing Day sales that have now morphed into “boxing week” sales – whatever those are, I’m sure you’re really not going to save anything – that are bringing into disrepute a day that used to be about selflessness and giving.

Considering the narcissistic spending focus at this time of year – something that is industriously promoted by all businesses – a little required volunteerism might go a long way to helping a great many people, including those that do the volunteering.

Food for thought.
Happy Boxing Day.
If you’re in Europe, Happy Saint Nicholas Day! Saint Nick – or as he is known in The Netherlands, Sinterklass – was also referred to as Nicholas the Wonderworker. He was an early Christian bishop from Turkey who practiced from about 300-340 CE and died on December 6, hence his feast day.

He was revered for his generosity and particularly for his custom of secretly providing desperately needed food or money to the poor or struggling. He also gave small gifts to children.

When Dutch colonists arrived in New Amsterdam, today’s New York state, they brought with them the tradition of Saint Nicholas or Sinterklass, which was translated into English as Santa Claus. However, Henry VIII – the much married 16th century king of England who also tended to behead his spouses if they upset him – had already decided to move any celebration around Saint Nicholas (known as Father Christmas in the U.K.) to December 25.

For countless centuries prior to the rise of Christianity this particular day had been celebrated as – among many others – the Feast of Saturnalia or the Celebration of Yule, a time to honour the return of the sun through light displays, gift-giving and banqueting. Over time, the traditions of the two sets of “New World” colonists, U.K. and Dutch, became combined into a December 25 celebration of a fly-around-the-world-in-one-night, North Pole-domiciled entity known as Santa Claus.

I think it’s important to remember that the tradition of Saint Nicholas or Sinterklass or Father Christmas or Santa Claus was based around the idea of giving – in secret – to the less fortunate, something that seems to have become terribly lost in our intensely spendy world.
Food for thought.

Happy World Kindness Day (November 13) Three things in human life are important: The first is to be kind; the second is to be kind; and the third is …
Random Acts? #humor #kindness
I enjoyed reading this piece from Barb Taub; she reminds us that kindness comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Please click the link above to read the rest of her post.

Three Absurd Conversations ONE – Out to dinner with friends. The conversation turns to ice cream. The questions: 1) What is your favorite flavor? and…
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I hope you click on the link above to read the rest of this very enjoyable and entertaining post from The Spectacled Bean. Humour and a head-scratcher!