…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 Valentine’s Day…



A bell is no bell ’til you ring it,
A song is no song ’til you sing it,
And love in your heart
Wasn’t put there to stay –
Love isn’t love
‘Til you give it away.
~Oscar Hammerstein, Sound of Music

Love is not singular except in syllable. ~Marvin Taylor

Cheers to a Terrfic Tuesday Valentine’s Day that SINGS!!!


…’tween Christmas & New Year’s eve…


It’s that time of year when the carols of hope, peace, joy, & love have been sung for another Advent/Christmas season.

The songs of waiting & expectation soared in crescendo about joy for our world.

The gatherings of families and friends echoed love & community from shore to shore to shore around our globe.

The ‘blank page’ that’s 2017 is ready for what shall be!

The next chapter

Endings &  beginnings


Cheers to a ‘catch your breath’ couple of days!….






….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 ‘ADVENTure’…


‘To everything there is a season’ smiles—

After a ‘pregnant pause‘ beyond a USA Thanksgiving & today’s ’round-the-world ‘Black Friday‘ consumerism sales, come Sunday, we’ll be right into another ADVENT I ‘adventure’ that resounds once again  of hope! peace! love! & joy! for our world.

This Advent moon shines cold and clear,
  These Advent nights are long;
Our lamps have burned year after year,
  And still their flame is strong.
“Watchman, what of the night?” we cry,
  Heart-sick with hope deferred:
“No speaking signs are in the sky,”
  Is still the watchman’s word.

The Porter watches at the gate,
  The servants watch within;
The watch is long betimes and late,
  The prize is slow to win.
“Watchman, what of the night?” but still
  His answer sounds the same:
“No daybreak tops the utmost hill,
  Nor pale our lamps of flame.”

One to another hear them speak,
  The patient virgins wise:
“Surely He is not far to seek,”–
  “All night we watch and rise.”
“The days are evil looking back,
  The coming days are dim;
Yet count we not His promise slack,
  But watch and wait for Him.”

One with another, soul with soul,
  They kindle fire from fire:
“Friends watch us who have touched the goal.”
  “They urge us, come up higher.”
“With them shall rest our waysore feet,
  With them is built our home,
With Christ.” “They sweet, but He most sweet,
  Sweeter than honeycomb.”

There no more parting, no more pain,
  The distant ones brought near,
The lost so long are found again,
  Long lost but longer dear:
Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard,
  Nor heart conceived that rest,
With them our good things long deferred,
  With Jesus Christ our Best.

We weep because the night is long,
  We laugh, for day shall rise,
We sing a slow contented song
  And knock at Paradise.
Weeping we hold Him fast Who wept
  For us,–we hold Him fast;
And will not let Him go except
  He bless us first or last.

Weeping we hold Him fast to-night;
  We will not let Him go
Till daybreak smite our wearied sight,
  And summer smite the snow:
Then figs shall bud, and dove with dove
  Shall coo the livelong day;
Then He shall say, “Arise, My love,
  My fair one, come away.”

-Christina Rosetti

Cheers to a Fine Friday & weekend that will be your introit to an astounding ADVENTure!!!

Blessings all!





…of love…


O Love, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.

Within the shadow of thy throne,
Still may we dwell secure.
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Love thou art,
To endless years the same.

O Love, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guide while life shall last,
And our eternal home.

-adapt. Isaac Watts

May the ‘song’ of your summer Friday & weekend resound–nothing but loving ways!!


…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 pound sterling, Toronto, & Jupiter…


…”UK pound slides to 31-year low after Brexit anxiety hits service sector”…”Welcome to the new Toronto: the most fascinatingly boring city in the world”…”Juno space probe orbits Jupiter”…

Under the realities of a shrinking British economy and the uncertainties surrounding government leadership and an organized exit from the EU, the British pound has fallen 12% since the Brexit vote.

Stability is something that’s likely to evade the British economy for many months to come.


So says, the UK Guardian headline!…Toronto, most boring city in the world. Yikes!

A city of others, they say.
A city of 51% foreign born with people from over 230 countries, making it by many assessments, the most diverse city in the world.
How much longer can a city so interesting insist on being so boring?, the article goes on to ask.



And as today’s google doodle alerts us to the orbit of the Juno space probe around Jupiter, a wee bit of nostalgia in song from an earlier time (1969):

Cheers to a fine Tuesday that sings of peace & 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!!!