celia made my day

CELIA McBRIDE

It is one of those days today. I won't go in details, because i guess you all have them, once in a while. I just don't feel so good, and things do go wrong, and i am bothered by those things.
How often do you have days like that? Is there an acceptable standard?
I have them at least once a week, is that average, or am i in bad shape?

But than again sitting here pondering, this post is going to be quite uplifting.
Arts Underground sold one of my paintings this week!
There is two families of ducks with ducklings in the little lake here:)
Hmmm and now i can't think of a third thing.

But anyway, not wanting to cook dinner or do anything productive or pleasurable. Ha, i turn on the computer. And who is on my email it is Celia! She's got a beautiful new website. She is this amazing lady! I am sure she doesn't have days like this :)

For now she is going to be my role model. Because also after selling my painting, being on a high for two days, now i doubt if i can live up to my own standards and the ones of the Gallery, they only so so accept my best work. (writing it like this, makes me realize; my goodness they DO accept some of my work, that is no little feat, jozien)

When i look at Celia...... it's good.

And the amazing coincidence!!!
I love coincidences and they do happen a lot to me.
As i read her website, i see that the title of one of her movies is 'last stop for miles' Now i happened to borrow that movie yesterday from the library. Not knowing it is hers. I never really look what i take,i just take a quick pick, as they are for free anyway, so i have something to watch on an evening like this.

I'll cook supper first.

Grizzly cub

So cute!and actually i didn't get a photo when it was most adorable.
First it lumbered in the yard, shaking his long blond locks, of course i did not have my camera at that point
later when Destiny talked Bear to it, it stood up to check us out, i think my battery ran out, that time

But enough pictures in between.
Destiny and i were doing timetables at the pick nick table. I'm Destiny's tutor, 5 days a week. (And besides the point, i started another job today, home care for a friend here in the neighbourhood.) Anyway, as we are multiplying away, this cuddly thing walks in. 1 cub equals 2 or more. An answer like that totally disturbs our lesson.
We run in the house, and only momentarily shaky, we watch from the window.
We never do see momma bear. I think this is an a year old cub.
Today Destiny was going to ride her little scooter home, by herself, hmmm i phoned grandpa, who came and drove her home in his truck.
What is about kids these days, getting driven around all the time:)

And i have seen this before, the bear was definitely eating Oxytropis, Locoweed, poisonous to us people.

Amazing Grace

Sometimes...
Life is just so good
I had to come in and blog about it.

As i am sitting on my new deck in my pink bathrobe in the setting sun,
the forest a glow with evening light
blue sky with white clouds
ever so slightly turning color
some bees still buzzing
in the magenta fireweed
As i am sitting here
a raven flies by, doing somersaults
in the distance he joins the others
crackling, talking to me
at that moment music comes from inside the house
guess what
how good can it get
indeed; someone (in a movie:) sings, Amazing Grace

A Colias on an Oxytrope.

In the afternoon, i already found similar bliss, sauntering around the woods chasing butterflies, the little blues and the bright yellow sulphurs.
As he rests here you only see the outside of the wings, the inside totally bright yellow.
Dreaming in the grass,
my thoughts they flutter .....blue and .....yellow.
(Please fill in the dotted lines with your most brilliant names for colors:)

treasures everywhere

(dear haagje,:)
In the early eighties, i lived in The Hague. First in the Willem Pijperstraat later in the Sinasappelstraat and at the end i moved up:) to the Veenendaalkade. All the stories! that flood into our minds when we remember certain details of the past.

everywhere we are
there's treasures
in the laughter in the tears
in the noise
and in the silence
colors
when we let them
they reflect tenfold

It's at the Veenendaalkade that i worked on coming to Canada. I do have fond memories there, but it all ended with a crash. I rented a room from this uptown peace activist. I worked as a teacher during the week, partied in the weekend, and was the goalie on a soccer team, it was the mud i loved not the winning:)
So often i came home full of mud or full of alcohol, but i don't think that was it, the drop was that i was not up-town, i was a country girl, and would drink beer on the 'stoep' steps in front of her front door with the neighbors. That was atrocious!
She, my landlady, tried to make problems for me at work and immigration, nothing worked, i was flawless:) but finally she did kick me out on a moments notice, i phoned my brothers that instant, who came and got me and all my belongings, within the hour i threw her the key.

oh well
i never found much
peace
within me
i just see it
outside my self
everywhere
always
rubies and diamonds
surrounding me

new view

At the back of the house Don build me a new deck, the deck we found on the dump.
It is almost finished, just needs to be painted.
Standing on the deck, looking around,
a new view of the mountains appeared.
It was actually clear all day, in the evening clouds rolled in in the South, rain clouds.
I liked the look of how the clouds rolled in.
Recently i saw a beautiful exposition in the Art Centre by .... ?(go to Nicole Bauberger)
Anyway her whole show was many paintings of the same mountain on different days over two years. Yehh :) now i would like to do that of that view. Oh Haagje Hagazussa inspired me too, she is making a photo everyday. Now i could make a painting of that mountain every day every way.

This was the first one
kiss
oops it came out a little different

today's opportunity

Right after i wrote my flash 55 (see below) the opportunity came to dive into Kusawa lake with Nora.


An opportunity it is, as the weather is not often warm enough to jump in this deep long(70km) cold lake.
Thanks Nora!

an opportunity

one eye open
one eye closed
an opportunity falls out of the sky
only later, much later
when the fragrance lingers
i see
the white roses
never have they bloomed so lavishly
the garden heavy with their scent
i breath deeply
maybe just maybe
this is the almighty way
eventually all roses turn to snow


this is for Galen
Galen
join his flash 55
thanks to the 'cramped hand writers' group in Whitehorse
with Jessica Simon(from Ice to Ahes)
and eva