The old cat moves slow
curling herself on my lap
the evening star glows
The old cat moves slow
curling herself on my lap
the evening star glows
I am trying out a new web-based service, IFTTT, that connects all your web services (Instagram, WordPress, Twitter, Gmail, etc.) together — like sharing your Instagram photos to your WordPress blog.
The flower photo above was shared to this blog post via this service automatically when I posted it on Instagram a few minutes ago.
IFTTT is easy to set up and works fairly seamlessly, but I think that I would like to do more exploring before I start using it in earnest. I like to have more control over the look and feel of my posts, and I noticed in the dashboard of IFTTT, I can choose when/how the image will be posted on my blog. I had it set to the default, which is “publish immediately”, but I found that there are other publishing options: “save as a draft” or “publish privately.”
The next time I do this, I will choose “save as a draft” which makes a lot sense to me. This will give me the opportunity to tweak the post, add tags, or even delete the post altogether.
It is an easy way to get my instagram posts on to my wordpress site and that makes me happy!
Now if I could only convince Facebook to allow WordPress to publicize my blog posts to my FB timeline — who’s with me?
I have neglected this blog for sooo long — now I am determined to get back into writing and posting on a regular basis. I’ve missed it.
It’s Saturday and raining — I am tired from a long, stressful work week. I need some quiet, reflective hours to rejuvenate and balance my racy mind. I am sitting here with a cat on my lap, a cup of tea, attempting to write something meaningful. (Well, meaningful to me at least!)
When I am feeling out of sorts, stressed or frazzled, poetry often comes to mind. I love to read poems at times like these — a poet’s words drift easily through and around my mind, mingling with my own emotions, coalescing into a meaning that is more feeling than thought. It’s calming and regenerative. I am thankful that poetry seems to be gaining in popularity these days.
I have been reading some new-to-me poetry, discovering works that I love and yearning to find more. My favourite reads will always be in the form of novels, but I am looking forward to broadening my literary experiences with more poetry and other forms of art. Suggestions? I would love to try your favourite poets!
One poet that I have getting to know is Rupi Kaur. Her lovely books of poetry are everywhere and her engaging expressions are a delight to delve into.
This is one of my [new] favourites:
i thank the universe
for taking away
everything it has taken
and giving to me
everything it is giving
balance ~ rupi kaur, from Milk and Honey
Happy Earth Day!
If you look closely at this photo, you will see a tiny bright spot to the left of center. That bright evening star is the Earth as seen from the surface of Mars!
In my inbox this morning, I found an article that included a video of Carl Sagan’s inspiring speech regarding our beautiful home, Earth. This speech is taken from his book, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space.
Sagan wrote about the photograph (known the Pale Blue Dot) taken by the Voyager I space probe in 1990, which shows how insignificant our planet is in the vastness of space.
Listening to this talk brings up a lot of emotion — how insignificant our egos are in our tiny world, how vulnerable our home is, which underscores the importance of cherishing the Earth and everyone who lives here.
Watch the video below — it also includes the text of Mr. Sagan’s writing. Let’s do more than celebrate Earth Day once a year — let’s all do as much as we can to preserve our home and cultivate love for all of our earthly denizens.
I have to say that Earth Day snuck up on me this year — granted, I’ve been busy the past few weeks, but I really wasn’t paying attention. I must admit that I have been sliding a bit on “green” living lately (*smiles sheepishly). Oh, sure — I bring my cloth bags on shopping trips and I compost my organics (it’s a city bylaw!), but I find myself slipping back into old habits — such as buying foodstuffs that are sold in plastic containers or wraps, and using chemical cleaners instead of making my own natural ones.
After watching this video, I am renewing my efforts to live in ways that will help my planet and everything on it.
Some resources you may be interested in (this is a small sample of the ideas, tips & advice available on online):
Plastics, Food Packaging & Non-Toxic Living
Join the Fight to End Plastic Pollution
100 Tips to a Plastic Free Life
11 Easy Ways to Reduce Your Plastic Waste Today
On my way home today, I noticed some children in the school yard, laughing and singing while playing a clapping game in groups of two. As their happy voices chanted a rhyming song, I was transported back in time (way, way back!) to my own school days, when my friends and I would spend recess jumping rope to a warble of skipping songs.
This is the song that came to mind as I passed by the kids in the playground. Do you remember this skipping chant?
I went downtown to see Mrs. Brown
She gave me a nickel to buy a pickle
The pickle was sour; so I bought a flower
The flower was dead; so I bought some thread;
The thread was thin; so I bought a pin;
The pin was sharp; so I bought a harp;
The harp played:
Johnny by the ocean,
Johnny by the sea,
Johnny broke a bottle and blamed it on me.
I told Ma,
Ma told Pa,
And Johnny got a lickin’, so hahaha!
How many lickins’ did he get — 1, 2, 3, 4…
The body heals with play, the mind heals with laughter and the spirit heals with joy.
Last year,we contributed to the Kickstarter project Furr: A Comic Anthology About Cats. This project was the brainchild of Alex Park, the founder of Tabulit, an online publishing platform committed to building a creative economy for indie webcomic artists and providing a platform for comic lovers to read and subscribe to a range of comic genres.
As part of our contribution to the Kickstarter campaign, we were entitled to receive an original portrait of our cat done by one of the artists featured in the anthology, along with a printed copy of the anthology.
After looking through the artists, we decided to choose to have our cat’s picture done by Ross Brownell-Dupont. Ross is a talented illustrator and comics artist with a Bachelor of Fine Arts from Emily Carr University of Art & Design. He works in ink, watercolour and pen.
A few days ago, we received Phoebe’s portrait in the mail — we were so excited! Ross’ work delighted us — we couldn’t have been more pleased. What do you think? Isn’t she beautiful? And we think that Ross captured her character perfectly.
If you are interested, Ross is available for commission work. You can reach him at firstname.lastname@example.org
Hey! I haven’t forgotten that it is Haikuesday! I composed this little poem for my lovely Phoebe.
Cat, you calmly sit
staring with determined will
a bird trills a note
The hour is late on this Sunday evening — time to get ready for sleep. It’s quiet, I’m yawning and looking forward to slipping under the covers and drifting into dreamland.
I have been thinking about poetry a lot these past weeks — it is National Poetry Month, after all! I have been remembering the poems that I read and loved in my younger days. I used to read quite a bit of poetry back then. Hmm… maybe it’s time to get back to this lovely art form.
I’m interested to try some of the trending poetry books out now — Milk and Honey, and The Sun and Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur or The Princess Saves Herself in This One by Amanda Lovelace. Poetry sure seems to be in vogue these days!
But back to my reminiscing. I was remembering the poets I used to read: William Wordsworth, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, William Blake, Carl Sandburg, Christina Georgina Rossetti, e. e. cummings and Emily Dickinson — and thinking about the emotions and thoughts that their poems evoked. So many beautiful poems… some simple and easy, others requiring deeper probing. All of them beautiful in form and sound.
Here is one of my favourites. I think it is appropriate for this time of the year!
Pink, small, and punctual,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,
Dear to the moss,
Known by the knoll,
Next to the robin
In every human soul.
Bold little beauty,
Bedecked with thee,
~ Emily Dickinson
Sleep is the best meditation. ~ the Dalai Lama
What better way to welcome Spring, than to take a stroll in a beautiful park? Bear Creek Park is one of my favourite places to walk. Nestled in a wooded area of Surrey, and adjacent to the city’s lovely art centre and theatre, Bear Creek is a year-round destination. Along with a playground, pavilion, sports oval and a privately owned train and mini golf attraction, this gem of a park features resplendent gardens with plant displays that include greenery as well as seasonal flowers.
The gardens are especially gorgeous in the spring and summer when the plants and flowers are at their showy best. But it is lovely to meander through the paths and across the little bridges that overlook the creek any time of the year. Right now, the gardens are awash in vibrant colours and heady scents as the plantings confirm that spring has arrived!
At the entrance to the Japanese plant display, stands a large piece of raw granite known as Poetry Rock. This art installation, part of the City of Surrey’s civic collection, is engraved with the poem — Mere Water am I — written by renowned Korean-Canadian theologian, Dr. Rev. Byung Sub Van.
The poem is inscribed on the rock in both English and Korean and symbolizes the universal theme of water in all its forms and pays homage to cultural diversity. Read the English version below:
Mere Water am I
Mere water am I
Drop by drop
flowing to oceans
Mere water am I
Filling a cup for the thirsty
moving factory machines
washing worker mops
Mere water am I
Clinging to evening grass
soaking daylight soil
blood of tree roots
seeping deep into earth
of an enduring river
Mere water am I
~ Dr. Rev. Byung Sub Van
It’s Friday, the 13th — are you worried about your misfortunes on this unluckiest of days? You broke your favourite mirror, spilled salt all over the counter and sneezed before you left the house. And, to make matters worse — you OWN a black cat!
Why not turn your bad juju around? Here are 13 superstitions that may bring Lady Luck’s good fortune and set you on your way to happy, carefree LUCKY days!
Good Luck 13 Ways:
If you’re feel especially unlucky or if you think that someone has put an evil spell on you — don’t despair, simply spin around seven times in a clockwise circle! Spell breaker!!
Learn to be lucky! Some experts believe that you can learn to maximize your good fortune. Practice these four principles of luck and see if your kismet changes:
One: Make the most of your chances
Two: Listen to your intuition
Three: Expect the best
Four: Think positively
For more, read this article on Mindfulness and the Luck Factor
In her fabulous debut novel, G. Willow Wilson, weaves a magical story that blends elements from mystical middle Eastern folk tales from the Islamic Golden Age with the 21st century cyberworld of hackers and bots.
Alif the Unseen is a wild, exciting and sometimes terrifying tale that takes place in a fictional Arab Emirate that sits at the juncture between our earthly world and the supernatural domain of the Djinn.
After an ill-fated romance, Alif — a brilliant hacker — is relentlessly hunted by a government internet censor known as the Hand of God. Alif is joined in the fight against the Hand, by his devout neighbour Dina, an elderly imam, an American convert, a co-hacker who is also an Arab Prince, a roguish Djinn, known as Vikram the Vampire and various other denizens of the “Empty Quarter”, the demonic realm of mysterious creatures, ghosts and spirit beings.
Combining politics, modern technology, sorcery and middle eastern theology, Wilson builds an enthralling world where anything can happen and nothing is as it seems. Part Arabian Nights, part thriller this book takes us to that place where the veil between the visible and the unseen has separated — and we are thrown into the rift. A rollercoaster ride of darkness, magic, fantasy and reality. A story that illustrates the value of faith, the power of love and the strength that comes from believing in oneself.
Alif the Unseen was a thoroughly enjoyable read: funny, clever, quirky and thought-provoking. Read it!