Easter Day

My little crocuses did survive the snow cover for couple days. Saturday friends of mine came from Orangeville visiting and brought me this one egg. It was customary to colour eggs for Easter. In my country they were mostly done in onion skins or other plant materials for change of colour. After they had folks ornaments either scratched in the colour or marked wit pencils. I have not done it for few years now. My hands are not good enough to make such small designs. Though the girls had coloured this egg the Canadian way I still felt touched that they remembered me. So, since the snow was gone, I went outside and put the egg beside my crocuses and enjoyed my own poor creation to make a Easter card to e-mail to family and friends. Besides - there is joy in those little things and I am happy to send it believing that other people will, at least have a smile about.

This morning felt to be different. The sun seemed to be brighter than other days I bothered to pay attention to. It did lift my soul up high - joyful peace for the day most signified for all who believe in Christ.

This blog might seem like a hollow chit-chat to some, but to me it is taking all the dust of my soul and worth celebrating.

Snow in April 2009

Not really a surprise,

neither April joke

not the first time either

no choice or change for

Creators way to talk to us

Do we understand?

I feel sorry for the little crocus, it will be gone when snow melts again.

It is still snowing. Weather man fore casted sun and warmer in a day or two.

Even though the snow is white- sign of purity, the mood has shadows...

Early greeting to spring

Just one little crocus
hopes the snow is gone for good.
Uplifted my spirit
and made my heart beat
more joyful
enough to forget
the depressing feeling
of loneliness.

Self pitty

I have a common cold, but it is hard to cope with.
There is so much I like to do but the sneezing and the running nose makes it different to cope. I don't remember when I ever had a headache before and it isn't killing me right now, just one of the symptoms that goes with the cold. More than ever I feel alone. I took a tylenol , felt better for a while and could not stay idle. So I went out and carried the wood Cornell cut at the fall. Not very sensible. It was heavy even so I carried it one piece at the time. The cold came back with a double dose of tiredness and back ache. I did miss this Sunday's service because of it. I could not stop coughing and sneezing. My tears and my nose was running, often without a break to pick up a kleenex.
I try to do some work for my next book, but it does not get very complete as I feel sorry and aching.
I am glad Dirk phoned. He was willing to come and help, but I am not that cruel to pass my germs to him.
Impatient, sorry for myself. The daily work has to be done. I do pray for God's help to recover of it.

March 16th
Dirk phoned again today. I'm grateful for that he remembers me. I guess I am recoverig slowly.
Though I do miss having some conversation and discussions about my work. I did take some pictures I imagined to fit in the book, but how do I know if it is worth the
thought I put in it? Hope Dirk will come after the March school holiday and I can make a step or two towards the accomplishing the book. Creating isn't easy if you don't know how the future readers will interpret my perception. At least I think I am on the cure to be more clear tomorow.

The sun and wind

have icy teeth

snowflakes dancing between

tretcherous weather

straches the waiting

for dandelion smiles

soul gets restless for spring air.

Though I'm sitting in cozy warm room

busy knitting miles of yarn

words are shaking my mind

creativity feels neglected

not even an excuse for crying.


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Floods

This last picture I took as soon as Marjorie left. By then It was really scary outside. The ice had been broken somewhere down the river and it was going wild here breaking trees where the pieces had flooded above the shore. The river was roaring and the trees were cracking, like
there was somebody trying to cut them all at once. On this picture I did not manage to catch the broken trees and lot of other debris that was going down. Powerful!
But it did make me feel glad that I am safe.


Last night while reading a book in bed I could hear all kinds of noises outside. Could not concentrate on reading. Put away the book and still listening to the wind blowing and , what I thought trees braking , fell asleep.This morning the wind woke me up early. It was still so noisy.


It was to dark to see outside, so I made my coffee and read my routinely devotions, though extended because of the time I had.


By then the daylight had come up. An when I looked outside - I just grabbed my camera and just the way I was, in a housecoat, and outside wind and rain, I went out to take the pictures. The one with the water on the right side was my side of the river. See how far the bush is in the water. I could not place all on one picture so I took the other one from the other side the river. It was as far as their road is. It was scary to look at. This is my 41st winter here, but only the 4Th time the river got so high.


I did take more pictures, but was scared to damage the camera in the rain, came in to have breakfast.
Did not have no rest. Kept going to the window and watching what happens. There was just wild outside. It rained, then turned to wet snow for about fifteen minutes and back to rain again. The wind - I never liked it anyway - kept my mind restless. I was just running every few minutes to the window expecting some changes.


Then Marjory came for a visit and for that time I forgot about the river




This is the picture of how high it went on the other side.

I still have not learned how to arrange all the pictures and text in the time sequence. I don't know if I will live long enough to get it all. It has taken me so much , my own and Dirk's (thank you!) to get where I am. I had posted one picture twice and it took me the rest of the day to remove it. I don't know if I'll remember if it happens again.
Anyway, the weather has calmed down, the river has receded some from the overflow, so this might be a good night without noises.

snowing, snowing...

It is beginning to be to monotonous that snowing, day after day. A friend sent me this picture from Chris Fraiers Zen Gardens. That is where we had a good time last August weekend reading and writing poetry. So I had an instant inspiration to remember the place. I did e-mail it back to the photographer (copy rights?) and he send an answer back: "I am speechless. . . A perfect haiku for a halcyon Zen river Gardens, thank you.

It did give me an uplift though it still snows here and the only inspiration is the crowds of cardinals, squirrels an junkies on my doorstep. Tough better company than none.

That constant snowing does good to look at for a day or two, but now it dulls my creative thinking. Just can't imagine what to do to start living poetically again.