Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Fin de Siècle
The wheel of life completes another cycle at midnight.
The joys, the sorrows of the old year are over.
It is time to let go, move on.
To face what lies ahead with courage.
(I'm talking to non-Leaf fans here. There is no doubt in MY mind that
they will win the Stanley Cup.)
Best wishes for 2014, everyone!
***
Thursday, December 26, 2013
The Tree of Souls
Are they coming or going?
It probably doesn't matter.
We leave the Source of all Life and we return to It.
Always.
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Angry Faces
Hasn't been the best of times.
Kinda more like a bah humbug festive season this year.
Thrusday night I made an appointment to have my tiny, bossy cat Claude put to sleep hoping that by Friday morning he would be better and the vet would say his cancer had gone away.
It didn't and he didn't.
The house seems so empty and of course just when I need to get out and tromp around in the woods there's an ice storm and Flynn and I are house bound.
Consoling my self with some angry faces on my drawing board.
Wishing everyone a happy and joyful Christmas
but personally I'll be glad when it is over.
***
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
What Are Friends For?
Narcissus (Photo credit: Wikipedia) |
I was
raised to be polite to people and to ask them questions about themselves when conversing.
And that
works okay, as long as the other person plays by the same rules.
The danger
is that a narcissist simply talks about him or herself and at the end of the
interaction the polite person is sucked dry of any feelings of self worth.
Sometimes a
'friendship' with a narcissist can develop if there is enough entertainment
value in the relationship, you have shared experiences and/or there are open
doors that that would otherwise be
closed to the polite person.
(I didn't
say polite people are smart or even overly moral people.)
Anyway, I've
had a lifelong 'friendship' with a narcissist.
Or I did.
After
dropping contact with me during a very bleak period in my life a few years ago she
suddenly phoned yesterday.
And
immediately launched into a monologue about her relationship with her husband
& how it has been hell for years & that's why she hasn't been in touch
but it's okay now, and her mom has Alzheimer's but she doesn't care and hey
she's got this great little website going now, blah blah blah.
No apology.
No how are you.
In the old
days I would have spent hours listening.
Because
that's what friend's do. Right?
(Remember what I said about polite
people not always being smart people?)
Okay,
okay. I listened yesterday too.
I'm
Canadian. I can't help it.
But the
difference is that I could feel myself getting more and more enraged as she
blathered on.
And then I
had a meltdown.
I didn't
say anything like I should have said, but I said enough.
And then I
hung up.
Score one for painful personal growth. sigh.
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Cold Knees
In the 1950s in Merritton, Ontario, most women and girls went to church
on Sunday. We wore hats because if we didn't we would die and
go straight to Hell. We wore gloves because...
Actually I don't know why we wore those white gloves, we just did.
My Dad didn't go to church because when he was clawing his way
across Europe in 1944 some army chaplain told him it was possible to get
into heaven without going to church.
And that guy must have given that same message to a lot of men because
church was largely a women and children thing.
Except for the person in charge.
That was always a man.
But we didn't question those traditions.
Not then anyway.
We just went to church as if it was a bodily function that was automatic.
Like eating, breathing and shitting.
And I didn't mind it, even had fun sometimes.
But holy cow I always had such fricken cold knees!
***
Thursday, December 5, 2013
1955 Girls
Something different for my sketchbook.
I took this idea from a black & white photo of me, my Mom and my aunt.
We were standing in my backyard in Merrittton and it was about 1955 I think.
Both Mom and her sister my Auntie Kay Weaver Cowan died of or with Alzheimer's.
No hint of it on that summer day so long ago.
***
Monday, December 2, 2013
I'm So Pretty
I've been getting into the movies on a discount ever since I found out that everybody over twenty-one looks sixty-five to the teen agers who sell the tickets.
Unfortunately my wild and radical days of sticking it to the conglomerate media outlets by gipping them out of a tooney every couple of months are coming to an end. In February I really will qualify for the senior's discount.
I decided to do a selfie in honour of the occasion.
PS
If this is not the way you see sixty-five year old women then you need glasses.
Saturday, November 30, 2013
The Pink Tree
No message here. Just an experiment with the pastels and the glaze.
The other pictures in this series have been too dark to frame and the brush strokes from the glaze too obvious. I didn't burnish this picture before I glazed and the results are better. It means I can't get that smudgy effect but the colours are much brighter.
December has become a bit of a lonely month for me, but I'm feeling stronger this year. After having spent so many years in the Yukon I know the psychological/spiritual boost of the winter solstice as the sun begins its slow return.
Looking forward to it.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Leaving Her Bones
Thousands and thousands of years ago my grandmothers left Africa and
slowly migrated to the European continent.
They dropped their body bones along the way
but not their DNA.
Like a ribbon that neither fades nor breaks
it connects me to them.
***
Sunday, November 17, 2013
The Journey
The Journey, oil pastel on ink, glazed. 20" x 14"
The second Grandmother tree.
This one includes one of the grandfathers - represented by the deer but mostly it is about the journeyand the daughters, (my grandmothers) born along the way.
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Writing the Grandmother Prayer
Since I had my maternal DNA tested I have been almost
slowly over
thousands of years migrated to northern Finland
and then on
to Scotland.
It feels as
if they are as happy to have been discovered as I am
to have
discovered them.
I like the idea that they are in front of me not in the past
- so that's where I started.
picture, "The Grandmothers", she left a message on face book that
more or less completed the mantra.
Thanks, Magaly!
Grandmothers, I can face the unknown because you
light the way.
May your torches burn bright.
May your love give me strength.***
P.S. I apologize for not being more present in the blogosphere. I have some other projects on the go & the visual arts muse is here so I'm usually at my drawing board when I have spare time.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Values Charter - Oui
English: Sous-Le-Fort St. in Old Quebec City, where the cable car stops. The year of the photo was Quebec's 400th Anniversary. |
This
morning I was surprised to see on the news that so many people marched in
favour of Quebec's new Values Charter.
A bill that would ban the wearing of religious
symbols in the province's public sector.
I was surprised because the march was organized by Quebec's leading women
activists.
"WTF?"
I thought.
But as I
listened to a woman about my age explained that having finally thrown off centuries
of living under the heavy yoke of Catholicism, Quecec women had no wish to 'go
back'.
It suddenly
made sense.
I don't
believe a government has the right to tell a woman what she can or can't wear
on her own time. However, if you live in Canada then you must
obey the laws. Faces must be unveiled
for driver's licences, in courtrooms, etc.
Is it much
more of a stretch to say that in Canada people who work for the state should,
during working hours, refrain from wearing items that suggests anything other
than loyalty to the state and its values?
It would take a lot of courage to pass such a law - but perhaps with the right checks and balances in place, the time has come.
This
promises to be interesting.
Related articles
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Horror in Ottawa
Canadian television journalist Mike Duffy of CTV. (Photo credit: Wikipedia) |
I've never
voted Conservative and over the years I've become cynical about
the motives of
ALL politicians
so when I
tell you that I believe that the PM is lying about his involvement
in the
Senate scandal, it is the sad truth.
Mike Duffy
is a slightly different kettle of east coast herring.
I have never
agreed with his politics but he was an amusing
TV political analyst .
I would not
have wanted to have dinner with the chilly PM, but Mike Duffy?
I would
have jumped at the chance.
But because
he was political and I have learned not to trust politicians
it isn't
difficult to believe he was on the take.
Which
pisses me off no end.
Pamela Wallin's
fall from grace, however, is difficult for me to process.
Quite
simply, I trusted her.
Or I
trusted her on air persona. (Lesson
there for me).
Do I hope
that Duffy, Wallin and the others have their buttons sheered
off with a sword today, their epaulets ripped from their Senatorial
shoulders, their pension dollars
turned into chump change and distributed
among the poor?
Naaa.
Unfortunately, I think the right thing to do is let them make their cases.
:(
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Hallowe'en is so Dead
Halloween (Photo credit: Pedro J. Ferreira) |
Some of my friends and former
students have wondered why I'm against school Hallowe'en parties.
Hallowe'en
is the night of the year when the veil between the dead and the living is
thinnest - perhaps even penetrable.
And scary
as that may be, until recently people who celebrated Hallowe'en often took the
offensive. Sent their most precious and vulnerable into the dark night dressed
as axe murderers, ghosts, ghouls and corpses.
On that one night of the year people used to
laugh at Death.
After all,
not many little girls who dress as a princess on Hallowe'en are going to marry into
the royal family, but each one of them will
die.
So yes I am
glad that schools are starting to do away with Hallowe'en parades and parties. Few schools will allow gory costumes or anything
that might allow children to start to come to terms with the fact that the
grave is a place where we all must end.
I think
that unless you happen to be a practising pagan, Hallowe'en is a mindless,
sanitized, sugar filled symbol of
western soulessness and by celebrating it the way we do we mollycoddle
children. I think it is a true waste of school time.
But I still
give out candy.
:)
Monday, October 7, 2013
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Fricken Canadian Anthem
Cover of Margaret Atwood |
And I
thought I was the only one who choked on the words to our national anthem.
Not so, my
friends, not so.
It turns
out the great and powerful Margaret Atwood and I have the same problem.
Being women, our true patriot love isn't deemed important enough
to mention in the national ditty.
But I guess
those darn Suffragettes ruined it for everybody by insisting women
should be able to vote.
And our
consequent punishment was to be forever
banned from being mentioned at NHL
hockey game opening ceremonies.
But don't worry about me.
There is some comfort knowing that I know I'm in Margaret's group.
I mean if one has to be lessened and subjugated, one should always strive to be lessened and subjugated with the best!
Saturday, September 7, 2013
The Grandmothers
Sometimes I lie in bed and try to imagine all of the women in my maternal line. I start with my mom, then her mom and her mom's mom and her mom's mom's mom and so on back to mitochondrial Eve. I try to imagine what they looked like and how they lived and how brave they were and how each one loved the daughter whose birth led eventually to me.
Some nights they are a heavy presence.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
A Work in Progress
I'm taking some time to work with symbols and colour instead of words.
This is what is on my drawing board at the moment.
Not close to being finished but I'm pleased with how it is going.
Back later.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Hey Muslim Brotherhood, Who Got the Role of Leading Lady?
Islamic women (Photo credit: See Wah) |
Yesterday
as I watched events unfold in Egypt courtesy of CHCH TV
the camera
flashed on a group of protesters.
They were
pro President Morsi/Muslim Brotherhood.
The only
thing unusual about it was that a woman stood in the middle
of the
crowd of men.
She was
dressed in a black robe, wore a niqab and was veiled.
As far as
visual impact went she might as well have been wearing
a Santa Claus
suit.
And to
further draw your attention she was vigorously jumping up and
down,
thrusting her fist in the air and (presumably) shouting.
"What
the frick is this?" I thought.
But by the
time what I'd seen registered in my tiny little brain the
camera had
moved on.
Now I have
seen groups of veiled Muslim women protesters before but
never one woman who
stood alone in a crowd of Egyptian men.
Some days I
am SO cynical.
Sooooooo
cynical.
It was, in my opinion, a message for western viewers:
Muslim
Brotherhood = Democracy and freedom for women.
And I
wondered which democratic brother drew the short straw
and had to be the woman.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Guess Who
What a great day.
I got to unmask another blogger!
BWA HA HA!
Have you guessed who it is yet?
Hint: She came all the way to Niagara from Kingston, Ontario!
That's right! It was my blogging buddy Martha from Plowing Through Life!
It is a long way from Kingston so she didn't get down last month to meet with me and Edmonton blogger Debra, (She Who Seeks), and Hamilton blogger Lois, (http://midlifefibres.blogspot.ca/) and we missed her!
Fortunately I was able to meet up with her in Niagara-on-the-Lake today.
We had a great time.
I hope I didn't talk too much, Martha!
I also got to meet her husband.
She has always said he is wonderful and I have to say it is absolutely 100% true!
Hope you had a safe trip home, Martha.
So pleased you came to Niagara.
It was a wonderful visit!
:)
Sunday, August 11, 2013
The Balls of Yahweh; Sunday Thoughts
Birth of a Middle-aged Woman The Goddess birthing the new woman. Pencil and pencil crayon. I did this about 20 years ago when I read, "When God was a Woman." |
If you
haven't been touched by the re-emergence of the Goddess
you will
be.
And the
more who are drawn to Her the stronger She gets.
But does
the Goddess need a man-god to keep her company?
Does She
need surly old testosterone driven Yahweh sniffing
at Her
skirts?
I think she does.
in equal
parts in this post-modern, post-church era if we are to
heal the planet
and survive as a species.The new woman is born spitting pearls, i.e., speaking her mind. |
But it
can't happen within any of the existing churches.
Christians
who think they can keep a foot in both camps
are delusional.
Sooner or later The Church will silence them.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Praise The Lord and Pass the Ammo - or Not
Atheist Manifesto (Photo credit: Wikipedia) |
Our atheist
soldiers are asking for counselling by other atheists
rather than
by Christians according to the national pulse taker,
Rex Murphy
(CBC, National Post).
Rex, by the
way, finds the idea less than Rapturous.
However one
of our local newspaper columnists, Grant
LaFleche,
(St. Catharines
Standard), holds the belief that Rex is hellishly wrong.
And I have
to say I agree with Grant.
If an
atheist is willing to put his/her life on the line to protect us
he/she
deserves to have an atheist counsellor.
Amen!
Oops,
blush, blush ... I meant
Anyway.
Anyway, I've
been thinking of adding an atheist blogger to my sidebar.
But the
problem is that most atheists I've come across are annoying.
'The Only Logical Truth'.
see daily life through his
or her eyes but who doesn't judge or proselytize.
Hey!
Maybe I
should just write to the Canadian Army.
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