…of concerning & distressing…

….”Irma ravages Caribbean, drives towards Florida with second hurricane in its wake”…”Massive quake hits Mexico sparking tsunami warning”…”Hurricanes, wildfires, earthquake: Hundreds of thousands ordered to evacuate”….

Concerning & distressing headlines for a not-so-fine September Friday…..

For all those fleeing the comforts of home or who have lost there abodes, may the uncertainties of now be soon filled with new, energetic and enlivened hope for the days ahead.

I ask not for a lighter burden, but for broader shoulders. ~Jewish Proverb

If you find a path with no obstacles, it probably doesn’t lead anywhere. ~adapt.Frank A. Clark

I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing. ~Agatha Christie

I am the strength that was born of my weakness. I am the steadfastness that came out of my wavering. I am the joy of living that was born of my despair. I am the poise that was born of my great unrest. ~Muriel Strode (1875–1964), My Little Book of Life, 1912

Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we see ourselves as we really are. ~Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

Cheers to a hope filled Friday & weekend that sings—may there be many blessings!




…of iris, ‘Mr/Madam Speaker’, & love….

Iris in Vancouver’s Stanley Park!

…”Expect the Speaker to be taking sides in the BC political fray”…”Terror in Britain: Love is not enough”….

SOMETHING ABOUT….”the rules of the house are clear that in the event of a tie, the speaker “shall give a casting vote” to break the deadlock. A sure way to politicize the office by forcing the speaker to regularly take sides in the partisan fray.”

And so it will go soon!

SOMETHING ABOUT….“run, hide, tell, like ‘duck & cover’ was taught to a previous generation of school children. ‘Love will conquer hate’. But is love enough?….Is something more required? Obviously yes, but just what might that be? A dilemma.”

“Listen to our cries for mercy, come to our relief,

My spirit grows faint within me, my heart within me is dismayed,

My spirit fails,

Preserve our lives, bring us out of trouble,

Lead us on level ground.”  a wee paraphrase prayer for our world

May it be so!





….of president, premier & persistence/perseverance…

…”Wasn’t even close: Macron beats Le Pen to become French president”…”After bumpy B.C. election campaign, voters get final say”…

As France yesterday elected by a wide margin (64%), Emmanuel Macron as the their next and youngest head of state President, British Columbians will go to the polls tomorrow to choose their next provincial Premier.

A time of ‘anything can happen’ they say.  Uncertainty, unpredictability, ‘known unknowns’. Yet to be determined….

Seems to be alot of ‘yet-to-be-determined’ in every day life on so many levels around our world!  …Brexit, UK elections, NAFTA, USA astray, housing crises, fentanyl epidemics….& on & on it goes….

Persistence & perseverance might be two key words for our time in striving for what’s good & right & just.

The road to success is dotted with many tempting parking places. ~Author Unknown

Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after another. ~Walter Elliott, The Spiritual Life

With ordinary talent and extraordinary perseverance, all things are attainable. ~Thomas Foxwell Buxton

Let perseverance be your engine and hope your fuel. ~H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Cheers to an ‘all shall be well’ kinda day!



….of ‘festive season’ & the apple tree–Christmas!…


The tree of life my soul hath seen,

Laden with fruit and always green: 

The trees of nature fruitless be

Compared with Christ the apple tree.

His beauty doth all things excel:

By faith I know, but ne’er can tell 
The glory which I now can see

In Jesus Christ the apple tree.

For happiness I long have sought,

And pleasure dearly I have bought:

I missed of all; but now I see

’Tis found in Christ the apple tree.

I’m weary with my former toil,

Here I will sit and rest awhile: 
Under the shadow I will be,

Of Jesus Christ the apple tree.

This fruit doth make my soul to thrive,

It keeps my dying faith alive; 
Which makes my soul in haste to be

With Jesus Christ the apple tree.

Cheers to a FineFestiveSeason Friday & weekend that SINGS!!!

…of hope & prosperity…


….”Bank of England sees global financial risks after Trump victory”…”Trudeau’s blunders are dulling his shine”…”A whale of a fight: Inuit seek to protect their food source”…”Canadian energy stocks ride high on pipeline”…

So read the headlines today, giving a glimpse of uncertainties and through it all, as is fitting for the festive season, offering  glimmers of hope for better days ahead!

What is Hope? a star that gleaming
O’er the future’s troubled sky,
Struggles, tremulously beaming,
To reveal what there may lie.
~R.A.P., “Hope,” in Southern Literary Messenger, December 1840

The oil of hope makes life’s machinery run smoothly. ~James Lendall Basford (1845–1915), Sparks from the Philosopher’s Stone, 1882

Let hope be your pulse
Faith in every heartbeat
Joy with every breath…
~Terri Guillemets

Prosperity is not without many fears and distastes, and adversity is not without comforts and hopes. ~Francis Bacon

It is an ironic fact that while half the world’s population is dying as a result of diseases of poverty (largely starvation and infection) the other half is succumbing to diseases of affluence.  ~Malcolm Carruthers

A human is insensible to the relish of prosperity ’til he has tasted adversity. ~adapt. Sa’di

Cheers to a thrilling thriving Thursday that sings—SENSATIONAL!!!





…of ‘new beginnings’…


It seems across the world today, the headlines speak of ‘new beginnings’…

Prime Ministers…

The quest for Presidents…

Approaches anew after troubling ways & challenging days…

On The Pulse Of Morning-Maya Angelou

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Mark the mastodon.

The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.

But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.

I will give you no hiding place down here.

You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.

Your mouths spelling words
Armed for slaughter.

The rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.

Across the wall of the world,
A river sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.

Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.

Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.

Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more.

Come, clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I
And the tree and stone were one.

Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your brow
And when you yet knew you still knew nothing.

The river sings and sings on.

There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing river and the wise rock.

So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew,
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek,
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the teacher.

They hear.
They all hear
The speaking of the tree.

Today, the first and last of every tree
Speaks to humankind.
Come to me, here beside the river.

Plant yourself beside me, here beside the river.

Each of you, descendant of some passed on
Traveller, has been paid for.

You, who gave me my first name,
You Pawnee, Apache and Seneca,
You Cherokee Nation, who rested with me,
Then forced on bloody feet,
Left me to the employment of other seekers–
Desperate for gain, starving for gold.

You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot.
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru,
Bought, sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.

Here, root yourselves beside me.

I am the tree planted by the river,
Which will not be moved.

I, the rock, I the river, I the tree
I am yours–your passages have been paid.

Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.

History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced with courage,
Need not be lived again.

Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.

Give birth again
To the dream.

Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.

Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need.
Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.

Lift up your hearts.

Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.

Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.

The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.

Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me,
The rock, the river, the tree, your country.

No less to Midas than the mendicant.

No less to you now than the mastodon then.

Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister’s eyes,
Into your brother’s face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.

Cheers to a fine Wednesday that sings— a hope filled ‘good morning’ !!!


…of peace…


Where there is hatred love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.

May we not so much seek
To be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;

-adapt. Prayer of St. Francis

Cheers to a Terrific Tuesday that sings–peace, hope, love!


…of ‘social progress’ & ‘sentiments’…


…”We’re #2: Cellphone use dragging down Canada’s ranking as most socially progressive nation”…”Should there be a second EU referendum?”…”How did Great Britain become Little England?”…

It seems they’re saying, if more of us would only use cellphones, we could be the best country in the world! “As it stands, we’re a not-too-shabby second on the newly released 2016 Social Progress Index, trailing only Finland and far ahead of the United States, a much richer nation that staggers in at No. 19.”

Doesn’t this just sing–cheers to ‘social progress’!!!…

And so go some of the headlines about the fury in the UK.

The uncertainty about where and how the country moves forward seems to be quite tainted with a “poisonous anti-foreign sentiment in the air” from some perspectives.

Cheers to a fine Wednesday—-

….where there is despair, hope!

….hatred, love!

….injury, pardon!

….darkness, light!

….sadness, joy!

In the giving & receiving, may hope! love! pardon! light! joy! illuminate your day!!!


…of ‘ancient’ & modern time & Chariots of Fire…


And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon Englands mountains green:
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On Englands pleasant pastures seen!

And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my Bow of burning gold;
Bring me my Arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!

I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In Englands green & pleasant Land

-William Blake, 1804.

Cheers to whatever shall be the interpretations of your contemporary day, thanks be for the song that sings of creation & homelands, & resounds hope, peace, joy & love!!!