Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Ninety Eighth Post - Dreams

Dream Work

Last night I had a horrible dream. I was at a beach and had wandered out on the dock. At the end of the dock, in the water,  I saw a hand; a woman's hand with perfectly manicured nails. It was floating above the water with her fingers pointing upward. I momentarily froze with fear. Then a quick glance to shore revealed  an RCMP member walking  towards me. In the second it took to focus back on the hand, the hand was gone. Now visible through the translucent water was a young girl; about eight years old, totally submerged. My mind raced. I needed to pull her out. Why was I hesitating? Before I had a chance to act the RCMP officer along with a lady; probably the young mother, were beside me and pulled the youngster out of the water. I could barely dare to look at what was certain to be a corpse, but curiosity won. I had to look. The mom was cradling the girl and the girl was alive! 

Alive and well. Such relief.

When I awoke I was left with a lingering feeling of uneasiness. Do you know that feeling? 

Why hadn't I immediately grabbed the hand? 
       Why did I hesitate? 
              What if the girl had not been alive? 
                      Would her death have been my fault? 

Do you give credence to dreams? Does this dream have a meaning, or was it a result of the pizza we had for supper? What if anything is my subconscious telling me? What is my self needing to work out?


Do you ever have dreams that linger; good or bad?

Monday, August 29, 2011

Ninety Seventh Post - Existential

Every so often I feel overcome with big life questions: Why are we here? What is our purpose?

We are born, 
      we live, 
           we die. 
Certainly much happens between those three pillars, but why? 

Perhaps it's because I'm in the process of culling all things unnecessary from my old house in Coldstream. Boxes of 'meaningfulness'. Lifetime memories packed away. Church bulletins from 1940. 

We keep these because? Because they give context to our lives; they give meaning. How long do we keep these things? When is it safe, perhaps even prudent to let them go? 

Old, threadbare childhood blankets; empty boxes that once housed brand new gadgets; stuffies now discarded, sitting alone on top of whatever has room to hold them. It nigh impossible to by-pass nostalgia when cleansing the physical. Interesting how the physical reminder triggers such emotions. In this case the vast emotions are positive.   However, digging deeper finds old letters filled with ramblings of angst and fear. Is it time to shred those old rancid thoughts? 

This stuff hold memories of a family. These objects spill over with laughter, love, joy, tears, heartache, and sometimes silence. Some questions are answered, some discoveries provoke more questions. But is the time now? Can we safely discard the physical without losing a part of us? 

Disclosure: I am a thrower outer. I don't keep a lot of stuff. My children are keepers. Mostly they like to keep their stuff at my place. It's a gentle process - this nudging of someone to let go. 

It's a life lesson: 
        we are born (we get), 
              we live (we use), 
                    we die (we let go). 
And in between the pillars we do the best we can with the resources we are given. 

How are you doing between your pillars?

Monday, August 22, 2011

Ninety Sixth Post - Blogoversary!

A year ago today I wrote my first ever blog post.

It's cliche, but I can't believe how quickly this year as gone by. My first post was about reading outside on what I thought was 'International Reading in Public Day'.  I've googled it to see if it's on this year and can't find anything other than 'International Read a Comic in Public Day'. Oops...looks like my inaugural post  was about a nonexistent day. Not to worry, I enjoyed the day; I got to read outside with my reverend and post about it! 

Today is a day of mourning in Canada as the leader of our opposition, the Honorable Jack Layton died of cancer earlier this morning. He was only 61 and his loss will be profoundly felt regardless of political persuasion.

Jack Layton News Story
‎"My friends, love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic. And we’ll change the world." - Jack Layton ~ 1950 - 2011 
Jack Layton's complete letter to Canadians 

It was my intention to have my hundredth post coincide with my blogoversay; close but not quite.This year I have made many new blogging friends. While I am not always as quick to respond to your comments as I'd like to be, I appreciate each and every comment and the time you took to leave it. I'm working on a quicker response time. Please be patient with me.

This blog, 'Better is Possible' is still a work in progress. There have been many topics I have yet to comment on, expand upon, rant about. I have enjoyed the process of writing and look forward to my upcoming hundredth post as well as another year of blogging. 

Thanks for making me feel welcome in this wonderful world of blogging!

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Ninety Fifth Post - Seriously?

There we were, my reverend and I, taking a quick peek inside a christian book store in Lynden, Washington and to my disbelief I came across this...


Precious Princess Bible

I could hardly believe my eyes. Seriously?????? A PRINCESS BIBLE. You have got to be kidding me!!!! This is how we want to represent the Bible to our young girls? I suppose it fits with the whole Toddlers and Tiara's nonsense. How sad! 

It's the day after and I'm certain you can sense my anger and frustration bordering on disgust at this level of christian marketing.

Please don't misunderstand; of course little girls like to dress up and play princess; of course we save our grad dresses/wedding dresses/dress up dresses so our little girls can play make belief. The distinction for me is that one is play; the other is fostering the notion that the idea of princess is real. News flash: not real! Most of us don't end up with a prince, nor do we live in castles. We are not princesses. 

This practice of marketing the Precious Princess product in Bible form is offensive. I am equally angry with the misguided person(s) that came up with the product as with the stores that are stocking the book. Needless to say we will not be buying the Precious Princess Bible for any of our precious granddaughters. How about you?

At what point does marketing go too far?

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Ninety Fourth Post - Wednesdayhodgepodge

Welcome to this week's Wednesday Hodgepodge. It's hosted by Joyce at From This Side of Pond. Head her way and take a peek. Even better, link up your own answers and join the fun!

1. Using what's in your frig right now what sort of meal would you be able to make for guests who are knocking at the front door this very minute?
Who am I kidding, we'd order pizza from Pizza Hut! Our apartment is in the midst of many, many restaurants, both fast food and eat in eateries. No need to stalk this fridge! At our okanagan home, we would barbecue. There are almost always burgers in the freezer.

2. What is something about yourself that you hope will change but that probably never will?
My need to be understood. As hard as I work to 'not care' if people don't get me, it still hurts to be misunderstood.

3. What's something about yourself that you hope will never change?
My love for family.

4. Do you usually send serious or funny greeting cards? Why?
I don't have a usually. It depends on my mood when buying the card, and which card speaks to me. Sometimes funny, sometime serious, sometimes both!

5. Bird watching, shell gathering, or star gazing- your choice for whiling away the hours?
Definitely shell gathering.

6. Do you double or triple check things? If so, what?

7. What's your favorite place for people watching?
Shoe stores (shoe departments)

8. Insert your own random thought here.
I am surprised at how much I've missed writing new blog posts. We are into week three of individual grandchild visits and it's been next to impossible to get enough time in one sitting to string together a coherent post. I don't know how moms with little ones blog! Kudos to you all!!!!
I'm equally surprised at how much I miss my blogging friends and reading about your lives. I hope you are all having a wonderful summer and to my teacher friends enjoy the last weeks of summer vacation!

Happy Wednesday,

Friday, August 5, 2011

Ninety Third Post - Nomad

I've morphed into a nomad this summer. Perhaps not in the travelling around the world sense, but certainly in the state of mind sense.

I've made few concrete plans and had limited 'have-to' appointments. For the most part I'm just going with the flow, shifting with the tide. And...drum roll...I'm liking it!

Some of the things I've done so far this summer are:

  • gone to the Okanagan several times
  • had individual grandchildren visits; with more to come
  • floated down the Shuswap River on what can only be described as a raft that would rival the Star trek Enterprise
Star trek 3

  • been on four BC ferries
  • travelled to Powell River for a wedding
  • travelled through Comox, Courtenay, Parksville and Nanaimo
  • sat proudly listening through my reverend's first sermon since we've been married; more to come
  • visited Kamloops
  • thrown rocks into the Fraser River
  • visited with many good friends
  • experienced and really liked some new-to-me drinks and appies
  • planted and am watching my first tomato plant grow
Growing in a pot on my deck.  

  • had breakfasts, lunches and dinners with my family; at home and at some fun new restaurants
  • read to my hearts content

This blog was never intended to be a 'report' of my daily doings, but it seems to have moved on its own in that direction. I am loving the freedom of a summer of no plans. For a bit of a control crazed woman, this has been a surprise. Being me; fear seems to creep up on joy, and with the delight of summer freedom, comes the fear that I will not want to return to work in September. Hmm, it's only August 5th, I think I'll worry about that tomorrow.

Happy Weekend