It isn't a lie, we are having a second January thaw. Apparently it isn't going to last but it is nice to be able to get out for a while again. Here in Bruce County snow and lots of it is a given in the winter. This is probably the snowiest place I have ever lived in Ontario. I lived in Thompson, Manitoba for a year and even their with 40 below being the average temperature we never had this much snow. At 40 below it actually hardly ever snows. During the small amount of sunlight we had each winter day you could see ice crystals in the air but very little snow fell.
My other topic "Lies We Tell" came from my favorite source of information CBC radio. I listened to the program yesterday while driving to all the places I could while the weather permitted. After mulling over the information I tried to categorize the lies I have told over my lifetime.
1) Lies we tell stranger, acquaintances and friends
2) Lies we tell to family and others we love
3) Lies we tell ourselves
There is a woman who is writing a blog "Lies I tell My Daughter". I haven't read her blog but I will before I write anymore on my lies, my reasons for telling them. About my lies of omission, which I believe are most of our lies, and most importantly the lies I tell myself.
Now I am heading for the library to restock on books before the freeze hits and I am house bound for another week or more.
Afternoon Thoughts
Wednesday, January 30th, 2013............12:40p.m.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Friday, January 25, 2013
In My Daughter's Home
This is a snowy late January morning, the sky is grey and snow is falling again and I am sitting at my computer with a warm cup of coffee, just letting my mind wander while looking out the window at the pine trees bowed down from the last weeks accumulation of snow.
Paisley, the little village we live in is situated in Bruce County about a 10 minute drive to Lake Huron. The house is quiet now. My daughter has left for work and I am here alone, except for our German Shepherd Six and our 4 month old puppy Luna(tic). The home we live in was built in 1875, it is two story, yellow brick farm house and I love it. There is a warmth in this house that comes as much from the people living in it as from the propane furnace that heats it.
My daughter Tami, my son in law Dennis, their 16 year old son Jonathon and myself live in this home. Quite often one of Tami and Dennis's other 3 sons will be hear for a visit or to spend a few days. Last week my youngest son Rusty was here for a few days. I love having two or more of my 4 children here at the same time. My eldest son Michael lives in Hamilton and my daughter Linda lives in London, Rusty lives in Fenelon Falls where I lived and worked for 28 years. They live far enough away that when they visit it is a wonderful occasion for me.
Due to the weather and my aversion to driving in snowy conditions I have not left the house in 6 days. At one time that would have me crazy and it is a real testament to this family and this home that I am sitting in my fleece robe feeling comfortable and content with my life and the world, more than that I am feeling grateful for everything and everyone around around me. What a wonderful place and time for a 70 something woman. I am so glad that my life includes my wonderful family and the animals and the acres that surround this home. I have friends who live in retirement villages, seniors apartments and various other places. I would miss my 50 Something children, my grandchildren ranging in ages from 30 Something to 16 and now my great grandchildren ranging in age from 3 years to 2 days old. This is my thank you to the Universe for my life and the joy that comes with it.
Friday, January 25th, 2013........10:24a.m.
Paisley, the little village we live in is situated in Bruce County about a 10 minute drive to Lake Huron. The house is quiet now. My daughter has left for work and I am here alone, except for our German Shepherd Six and our 4 month old puppy Luna(tic). The home we live in was built in 1875, it is two story, yellow brick farm house and I love it. There is a warmth in this house that comes as much from the people living in it as from the propane furnace that heats it.
My daughter Tami, my son in law Dennis, their 16 year old son Jonathon and myself live in this home. Quite often one of Tami and Dennis's other 3 sons will be hear for a visit or to spend a few days. Last week my youngest son Rusty was here for a few days. I love having two or more of my 4 children here at the same time. My eldest son Michael lives in Hamilton and my daughter Linda lives in London, Rusty lives in Fenelon Falls where I lived and worked for 28 years. They live far enough away that when they visit it is a wonderful occasion for me.
Due to the weather and my aversion to driving in snowy conditions I have not left the house in 6 days. At one time that would have me crazy and it is a real testament to this family and this home that I am sitting in my fleece robe feeling comfortable and content with my life and the world, more than that I am feeling grateful for everything and everyone around around me. What a wonderful place and time for a 70 something woman. I am so glad that my life includes my wonderful family and the animals and the acres that surround this home. I have friends who live in retirement villages, seniors apartments and various other places. I would miss my 50 Something children, my grandchildren ranging in ages from 30 Something to 16 and now my great grandchildren ranging in age from 3 years to 2 days old. This is my thank you to the Universe for my life and the joy that comes with it.
Friday, January 25th, 2013........10:24a.m.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Words From A Rabbi
"The World Will Never Suffer From A Lack Of Information. It Suffers From A Lack Of Wonder."
I heard these words on CBC radio station last week while driving to Walkerton. They have been playing around in my head ever since; for me that is always a message that I should write about them, otherwise I will have to deal with them in my head forever.
These words have probably more true today than at any other time in history. I believe that all children up to age 6 don't suffer from a lack of wonder. They are seeing, hearing, touching, smelling and tasting things for the first time. They are truly experiencing things for the first time. For the first couple of years of their life they really don't know fear. They have to be taught fear. A 20 year old woman who screams or shudders when she sees a spider is the same person who at a year old was very curious about a very similar spider that was crawling on her crib rail. She wanted to touch it, grab it even, see how it felt and even how it tasted. It is only when the adult enters the room and screams or shudders that she becomes afraid. We are truly the "wunderkind" for the first years of our lives. Today the German word wunderkind means child prodigy, it's original meaning was "A Child Full Of Wonder".
Twenty years ago most of us had no idea that there would be a computer or two or three in our homes. That the word "google would become a word, never mind a verb. Yet even before the advent of computers we all, or most of us lost our sense of wonder. School really did it for me. By it's very definition school means accumulating information then spitting it back out in the form of tests and exams. Our natural sense of wonder is certainly discouraged in exchange for "good marks" that we get through using our minds to memorize information and regurgitate at regular intervals.
After school comes earning a living, which quite often means doing repetitive things for 8 to 12 hours a day. How creative is that? Life is full of children's needs, earning a living, maintaining a home etc etc.
Possibly you have to be a 70 Something Woman/Man to have time and the desire to spend time wondering at the at the miracles occurring around us all the time. Maybe that is why it is called
"A Second Childhood". I am just glad I am there. So many of us don't ever get there.
I heard these words on CBC radio station last week while driving to Walkerton. They have been playing around in my head ever since; for me that is always a message that I should write about them, otherwise I will have to deal with them in my head forever.
These words have probably more true today than at any other time in history. I believe that all children up to age 6 don't suffer from a lack of wonder. They are seeing, hearing, touching, smelling and tasting things for the first time. They are truly experiencing things for the first time. For the first couple of years of their life they really don't know fear. They have to be taught fear. A 20 year old woman who screams or shudders when she sees a spider is the same person who at a year old was very curious about a very similar spider that was crawling on her crib rail. She wanted to touch it, grab it even, see how it felt and even how it tasted. It is only when the adult enters the room and screams or shudders that she becomes afraid. We are truly the "wunderkind" for the first years of our lives. Today the German word wunderkind means child prodigy, it's original meaning was "A Child Full Of Wonder".
Twenty years ago most of us had no idea that there would be a computer or two or three in our homes. That the word "google would become a word, never mind a verb. Yet even before the advent of computers we all, or most of us lost our sense of wonder. School really did it for me. By it's very definition school means accumulating information then spitting it back out in the form of tests and exams. Our natural sense of wonder is certainly discouraged in exchange for "good marks" that we get through using our minds to memorize information and regurgitate at regular intervals.
After school comes earning a living, which quite often means doing repetitive things for 8 to 12 hours a day. How creative is that? Life is full of children's needs, earning a living, maintaining a home etc etc.
Possibly you have to be a 70 Something Woman/Man to have time and the desire to spend time wondering at the at the miracles occurring around us all the time. Maybe that is why it is called
"A Second Childhood". I am just glad I am there. So many of us don't ever get there.
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