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Paths of Magical Mystery and Wonder

Lake Como, Italy

Lake Como, Italy

I love paths. The wonder of where they might lead, who has walked them in the past, who will walk them in the future.  Paths are magical places leading to the realm of all possibility…

Bellagio on Lake Como, Italy

Bellagio on Lake Como, Italy

All paths are magical….cobblestone paths in small Italian towns…

On Lake Como, Italy

On Lake Como, Italy

Narrow, wooded paths in faraway lands….

Whalebone Bay Nelson Island

Whalebone Bay Nelson Island

Wooden walkway paths on one of my favourite islands….

Nelson Island, BC

Nelson Island, BC

Moss worn paths on West Coast Islands…

More Nelson Island...

More Nelson Island…

East Coast Trail ~ St, John's Newfoundland

East Coast Trail ~ St, John’s Newfoundland

Well travelled paths on the East Coast…

North Shore of Vancouver, BC

North Shore of Vancouver, BC

Flagstone paths in my own backyard….Magic and mystery are everywhere!


*Note: I know I missed a day of my posting challenge, however the intended discipline this challenge was meant to instill is being achieved – 1000 words/day!










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Breathing in Nature

Today was unexpectedly…..not rainy.  We even had moments of sun brightening up the sky, which meant it was a perfect afternoon for hiking the trails of Lighthouse Park.

Moss and fern covered rocks...

Moss and fern covered rocks…

A peek-a-boo view...

A peek-a-boo view…


Spent some time sitting in a bay...

Spent some time sitting in a bay…

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Watching a sailboat "motor" by

Watching a sailboat “motor” by

Breathing in nature expands my soul….




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I’ve Turned Into A Crystal Lady

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My crystals missed the sun today and were, instead, soaking in their bath of mineral water and Alaskan Sea Salt while the sun was shining.  By the time I got them outside and nestled into the grass out by the rock wall the cloud cover had taken over.  In Vancouver in November, you have to be fast to catch the sun, but I figured the little crystal family would still enjoy some time sitting in nature.

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I never thought I would one day be a ‘crystal lady’ but here I am.  It started with my first pilgrimage to Brazil and has continued with my second pilgrimage.  I’ve even turned my children into crystal people, bringing them each home their own meditation crystals.

photo (22)Whether you believe in the vibrational healing qualities of crystals or not, you have to agree that they’re beautiful….


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Meet Yogi Ninja Bear – NaBloPoMo Day 6

This is Yogi Ninja Bear….

A hard recovery....

A hard recovery….

Doing what all good Ninja’s do after a morning spent chasing birds and tennis balls and tearing the cotton stuffing out of…pretty much anything that has cotton stuffing for internal organs.

photo (17)This is Bailey, you’ve met her before, in a glamour shot taken just after the ride home from the bird chasing adventure.  Bailey is Yogi’s aunt, so to speak.  A role she sometimes just barely tolerates.  It’s hard to maintain patience and compassion when you’re niece keeps eating your favourite toys.

photo (16)This is where Yogi likes to spend her downtime – in front of the window painting that features the nibbling squirrels.

Hiking the East Coast Trail

Hiking the East Coast Trail

This is what Yogi likes best – being outside doing anything…


Most especially with her favourite people on earth….John and Kate.



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Window Paintings – NaBloPo Day 5

Preparing for winter...

Preparing for winter…

Windows are paintings framed by their sills and one of the wonderful things about window paintings is their constantly changing nature.  As the world outside changes, moment by moment, we are gifted with fresh new paintings.  Or we simply need to change our position, view them from a different perspective and we are told an entirely different story.

For the last several days my stairway window painting is inhabited with squirrels, first one and now two, munching on the seed pods left by the autumn tree.

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They are busy preparing their bodies for a long, lean winter and I’m glad to see their bodies becoming plumper as they slowly nibble the branches clean.  Even though my sister has a strong dislike for squirrels, saying they remind her of rats with fluffy tails, I’ve always rather liked them.  And having had many close encounters with rats living in the port city of Vancouver, I can say there is a vast difference between fluffy tails and fat scaly tails….and I’ll take a fluffy one any day!

can you spot the second squirrel?

can you spot the second squirrel?

I sit on the window seat and watch the squirrels for a while.  Close enough to almost reach out and touch them if the window were not there, but the drive to fill their stomachs is much stronger than any fear they might feel because of my proximity and they continue crunching.

It makes me happy to know that something I planted is able to nourish so many creatures in so many different ways.  May we all be like my window painting tree….

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Rambling Thoughts and Random Pictures – NaBloPoMo Day 4

Tired feet....

Tired feet….

I’ve missed a day of posting.  Three days into the whole 30 posts in 30 days and I’m already running to catch the bus.  Sickness claimed me in those dark hours between Saturday night and Sunday morning and my body expelled everything it had taken in.  Over and over again, just to make sure there wasn’t a droplet of the offending particle left to cause trouble.  Very unpleasant for the person inhabiting said body.

I spent Sunday recovering on my very comfortable and handy chaise lounge, sipping flat ginger ale and dozing.  There might have been just a wee bit of moaning.  I tried to write something.  Even got so far as to move my laptop to the corner of my nest, but the slightest blink of the cursor threatened to upend my stomach once more, so books, laptops and the tv were off-limits.  Sipping, dozing and moaning were all I could handle.

And now you wonder, what has that got to do with the picture that greeted you at the top of the post?  Nothing, it is merely the gate through which these words could flow.  But to satisfy your curiosity I will tell you a story about them


Once upon a time, in the far distant past, there lived two little girls in a family of five children.  By the time the older girl was five years old, the younger one, not quite yet three years old, was already as tall. Placed back to back their heads balanced a ruler.  For several years it was imagined they were twins.  Until the younger one continued to grow even taller, leaving the older one standing below the clouds.

When the family of five children moved from the city to a farm they were given the gift of their very own rooms.  Except for the youngest child, still a toddler sleeping in his parents’ room.  The older girl (but not the oldest girl) picked the small corner bedroom.  The oldest girl picked a soon to be lavender front bedroom.  And the youngest girl was left with the largest middle bedroom.  All seemed happy and satisfactory.

Until the wind began to blow and the shadows of the trees began to bang upon the windows of the youngest girl’s bedroom.  She ran to the older girl’s cozy corner bedroom and climbed beneath her covers and snuggled against her warm body and felt safe once more.

This began the bedroom struggle, wherein the younger girl wanted to share the older, now reluctant girl’s bedroom.  Outwardly, and in the brightness of the day, the older girl loved her cozy bedroom all to herself.  But secretly inside, and in the quiet darkness of the night, the ghosts and goblins of her imagination danced stories of fear inside her heart.

Circumstances changed within the family, as they are wont to do, and a farm helper was hired.  Who needed a bedroom all to himself.  So the cozy corner bedroom was given to the oldest boy and the older girl joined the younger girl in the middle bedroom.  Which turned out to be a good thing, because shortly thereafter began the voyage of the bats who discovered a portal into the house through the cozy corner bedroom.

And so, in the years growing up, the older, now much shorter girl, shared a bedroom (and sometimes a bed, with a clearly delineated ‘line down the middle’) with her much taller, but younger sister.  And even now, into their not so young years, the two sisters sometimes lie together in beds not their own and remember their childhood days…..

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