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Let’s Go Postal (The Letter’s in the Mail, Man!)

Interactive part one:  Who has received a letter in the mail (raise hands)?  I mean a personal letter, not a bill, or admail, or current resident/occupant promotion.

Interactive part 2:  How did you feel?  Think for a minute. You’ve taken your key to the super box and the weather is yuck – snowing and blowing the Arctic/Polar Vortex is in full force.  Or maybe you heard the letters slip through the mail slot in your door and land in a gentle phish onto the floor.  Perhaps you slip your gloved hand into the receptacle on your verandah on your way home from work and your bag of groceries that you picked up is a little awkward and it falls a bit (phewf though, the bananas didn’t fall out) while you glean whatever is there.  Flyers, junk mail.  You remind yourself (again) to put the sticker on the mail box saying NO junk mail or flyers.  But then, you catch a glimpse of an envelope that has been handwritten, with your name.  And a regular postage stamp – a self-sticking one now, but not from a postal machine.  Now what?  Glee!  Delight!  Whoa!  A letter!  Suddenly the trip to the mail box is the best thing since the IKEA/Sears Christmas catalogue came out last fall!  What the … ?  Check the return address and you feel the grin, don’t you?  It’s sublime.  It’s wonderful.  It’s make a pot of tea and savour it wonderful.  Or toss the rest of the junk on the floor by the wet boots and tear that sucker open and devour it.


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Bye Bye 2013, with gratitude and love xo

In the spirit of saying goodbye and thanks to 2013 and in preparation for 2014, I give you, the first annual

Honey Drip Awards of

Criteria:  Really extra-ordinarily simple

  1. Direct experience – I had to be involved somehow
  2. Indirect experience – I had to feel something about it
  3. Random input – I feel like including it because it deserves to be mentioned.

Points/Rating System*:  Again, I like to keep things simple, so each entry (submitted by me) will have been judged by a panel (consisting of me and my feelings) and awarded points (arbitrarily assigned by me) based on three things:  1.  How did I like it?  2.  How did I feel about it?  3.  Lasting impact i.e. I’m still feeling it a) not at all; b) somewhat; c) sort of a little; d) someLOTS

*Fine print about the PRS:  I use the totally scientific method of taking really big numbers and input them into a fake algorithm quantum physics gut feeling simulator resulting in an impressively incomprehensible calculation that I translate into honey drips.  The stickier the honey drip, the higher the likelihood of winning in a particular category. 


This was a wee bit of a challenge, because I wasn’t sure how to organise them all so I’ve kept it simple (running theme):

Things I Read; Things I saw; Things I listened to; Things I did that Stretched Me; Places I Went; Things I Want to Include

So, without further ado, on this December 31st, the last day of 2013, I give you with much fanfare and with great joy, the much anticipated Honey Drip Awards of Sweetness Read more…

Cold Night, Warm Heart

I picked up a present for my Secret Santa person today (I can’t say what it is in case she’s reading this post and although she won’t know I’m “it”, she’ll know this present and wish I was her Secret Santa and if I’m not, she’ll be disappointed that she doesn’t get this very cool present!).

Snowy Fenceposts

The path along my walk home.

Walking home in the frigid evening, watching all the rush hour traffic along Memorial Drive, I felt a wee bit giddy at the idea of wrapping this little gift.  Everyone loves one of these.  I got my first one in my stocking years ago as a kid living out in the country.  It’s one of the easiest toys to play with.  I felt warm and cosy in spite of the cold darkness.  Treasured traditions that make me love this time of year filled my heart and head, and grins washed over me.  The shopping in secret.  Hiding presents, like the black patent leather shoes hidden in the window sill on the stairs landing.  Making a little deposit for a family ring for my mom.  And sharing with great enthusiasm with my sisters and brothers.  BAKING!  And sneaking some of the cookies out of the deep freeze (not me though!). Wait! Keep reading here!

Hug to Hug Heart Glow

“Four Hugs a day, that’s the minimum.  Four Hugs a day … nnnnnnnnnot the maximum”

Ah … that song played a lot in my house when my kids were little.  Thanks Charlotte Diamond!  She might have sung a French verse also.

I think about hugs a lot!  I live alone. I live far from my family.  Pet hugs are great and there is strong evidence that they contribute to happy and healthy life.

I don’t have pets.  Some of my friends have pets and I get a good fix now and then.

Me and my Buddy Brady

Me and my Buddy Brady

My stuffed up buddies Jammer and Moki are lovely and faithful friends (LOVE Velveteen Rabbit)  …

Jammer and Moki and me

Jammer and Moki and me

“When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but really loves you,then you become Real …”

… BUT it was human physical contact that was sadly lacking in my life.

About a year ago, I decided to take action. I created a Hug Club with the very special friends that I am privileged to work with.  We see each other, we hug.  Sometimes we even have collective, group hugs.  What I didn’t realise was I was not alone!  They felt a lack in the Hug Department also.

I found these little huggers in a gift shoppe in my neighbourhood – and I gave one to each of my Hug Club friends.  When I see this on my desk, I remember that I have hug buddies and my heart smiles.

My little Hugzz

Hugs feed our souls!  They cause our hearts to glow and grow!

Hugs are the perfect thing to give because they give back immediately!

So, get your hug on today!

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Don’t close the door on 2013 just yet!

Ah November.  The days are getting shorter, the nights are getting longer.  Here in Calgary the temperatures are also dropping and the scratch scratch scratch of ice scrapers on car windshields is a more familiar morning tune than the long gone song birds.

November.  Some argue that it isn’t April that is the cruellest month, but November.

T.S. Elliot calls it “sombre November

Sir Walter Scott describes the “November’s sky is chill and drear.”

To Emily Dickinson, “November always seemed to [be] the Norway of the year.”

Thomas Hood just says No!

No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member –
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds –

Geez … doesn’t exactly lend itself to inspiration, does it? Read more…

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