Thursday, December 2, 2010

Mindful Meditation

Last night was my last guided meditation session until mid January.  I wonder if I will be able to carry on on my own over the holidays.   While attending one session a week, I was able to meditate on my own five or six times a week.

Meditation is good for me.  I am calmer, more relaxed.   It only takes about fifteen minutes a day.  The trick will be to make it a habit - like taking vitamins every day. 

A few days ago,  I came across an interesting article about meditation in our free local newspaper:   While it didn't explain exactly what meditation and mindfulness was, here is how the opposite was described:    "The opposite of mindfulness is mindlessness, in which our monkey minds jump from one thought to another, from the past to the future and from emotion to emotion.  Your usual mental state may be reactive - reacting to the urgency of the moment, unresolved sadness or anger about the past, or anxiety about the future".  I can certainly relate to that. 

 

Time Magazine has produced some good articles on Mindful Meditation.  Here is some of what they have had to say a few years ago:

...studies show that meditation is boosting their immune systems, and brain scans suggest that it may be rewiring their brains to reduce stress.   .... Ten million American adults now say they practice some form of meditation regularly, twice as many as a decade ago. Meditation classes today are being filled by mainstream Americans who don't own crystals, don't subscribe to New Age magazines and don't even reside in Los Angeles. For upwardly mobile professionals convinced that their lives are more stressful than those of the cow-milking, soap-making, butter-churning generations that preceded them, meditation is the smart person's bubble bath.

I am hoping that this bubble bath will help me lose weight and sleep better and maybe be better organized.     

 

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Some Statements Ring True

"We marry at the level of our self-esteem".

This phrase has haunted me since I heard it on Oprah a few weeks ago.  It has a ring of truth about and it may explain so many things that happen in some marriages.

Then, there is the idea behind the Law of Attraction.   If we attract to ourselves people who will move us along in our journey through life, often painfully, and if we attract people who reinforce our subconscious thoughts about ourselves, then what does this say about the situations that have dominated our past lives.

Add to this, the idea that we are products of our environment and often, like a fish in water,  may have no concept of how our environment is affecting us.  Until we can recognize, understand, envision or verbalize a concept, we cannot really process or address it properly.   Until we can step outside of our current situation, we cannot always conceptualize the best solution for ourselves.  And, I think we need to do this if we want to make positive and lasting changes in our lives.

What if we, on top of all of this, are living in denial.  Do we have clues that we ignore, or is denial such a force in our lives, that what is real and true and honest cannot penetrate the forces of denial.   Denial is a survival mechanism.  When we no longer need to use this tool, how can we work through to resolve and dissolve it when we don't even accept the fact that we even might be in denial.

In the past few weeks, since I have been attending classes of Mindful Meditation, these thoughts have been swirling around in my head.  At least they swirl when I am not actively trying to get away from the incessant chatter in my brain through practicing meditation.

Maybe, once I can weed out some of my useless repetitive thought processes, I will find enough brain space to understand why I married who I married. And, maybe, eventually figure out who, exactly, I am.  Then, I can move on to be who I want to be.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving America

The festive season begins....






"The First Thanksgiving at Plymouth" (1914) By Jennie A. Brownscombe

Click to see whole picture.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Winter in Canada

In view of our freezing temperatures the last few days, I thought I would share this poem which I just received as an email.....


WINTER  Poem  
 
It's winter  in Canada  
And  the gentle breezes blow 
Seventy  miles an hour 
At  thirty-five  below.
  
 
Oh, how I  love Canada   
When the  snow's up to your butt 
You take a  breath of winter 
And your  nose gets frozen  shut
 
 
Yes, the  weather here is  wonderful  
 So I guess  I'll hang around
I could  never leave Canada
Cuz I'm frozen to  the ground!
      
 98% OF CANADIANS SAY "OH  SHIT" BEFORE GOING IN THE DITCH ON A  SLIPPERY   ROAD.THE OTHER 2% ARE FROM   NEWFOUNDLAND AND THEY SAY, "HOLD MY BEER AND  WATCH THIS."   

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Opening Day

Another year of cross country skiing has begun.  Conditions were excellent at Cypress yesterday afternoon on opening day.  

Didn't get much skiing in last year due to the Olympics and a very mild year.













We are told that this year will be especially cold and snowy.



We watched a few people with camera and tripod setting up for this year's Christmas Card photo.  Here is the back drop I would like to use for mine.  Now, if I only knew how to use photoshop...

Saturday, November 20, 2010

First Snow

We are supposed to have a week of below freezing weather.   This is our first snowfall of the season.

Snow Overnight Nov. 20

Marigolds in the snow



My rooftop ....


Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Deck Gardens Nov. 16/2010

My annuals are on their last legs but marigolds are far too cheery to pull just yet.







Seeding cat grass for winter on a sunny, warm Tuesday in November. 
Cat Grass Planted Nov 16/10










My deck garden trees are ready for winter.  The three smaller ones at the bottom of this photo got sun-burnt this summer.  I am hoping they will recover and begin to grow again next Spring. 


Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Triple Divide (where the Laurentian & Great Divide meet)

Growing up in northern Ontario, it was an event, when we were on summer vacation, to stop at the sign for the height of land on Highway 101.  This was where the highway crossed the Laurentian Divide (this was the height of land that started in Labrador and meandered across the continent to Montana, just below Alberta).  Up to this point in our drive, all waters and rivers we had encountered flowed north to the Arctic Ocean.  Once we started driving again, all waters flowed south and eventually flowed into the Atlantic Ocean.  It meant we were leaving the north behind for awhile.  We almost always stopped and took photos of the sign.
Watershed sign on Hwy 101




Since then, I have always taken note of watersheds.



This year, I was able to drive down a portion the Great Divide (which runs north and south down the western side of the continent) between Alberta and Wyoming.  The rivers for the most part flow east or west depending upon the side of the mountain.  However, at one particular point, in Glacier National Park, the two Divides meet.  At this place, rainfall might flow in any direction. "A hand width can determine whether a raindrop becomes part of the Columbia, Mississippi or Saskatchewan river systems".  That raindrop might end up in the Pacific Ocean, the gulf of Mexico or Hudson's Bay.  I believe it is the only place in the world where rainwater falling in virtually the same spot can end up in either the Pacific, Atlantic or Arctic Oceans.

Triple Divide Peak
(where Laurentian & Great Divide meet)




















Monday, November 15, 2010

Waterton Lakes National Park











This is the Prince of Wales Hotel in Waterton Lakes National Park.  If you choose not to stay overnight, you can always go for afternoon tea (English style).  










Constructed between 1926–1927, the hotel was built by the American Great Northern Railway to lure American tourists during the prohibition-era north of the border.


We spent an hour or so here at this hotel to avoid a little rain.  Here are some photos of the area and some of the animals.  This would be a great place to stay and explore for a few days.  There are regular campgrounds as well.      


Looking toward Waterton Village

Waterton Lake from the hotel












Sunday, November 14, 2010

Road Signs

This sign is from Waterton Lakes National Park on the Alberta/Montana border.




There is a whole new refreshing mentality that is now part of the National Park System.  Years ago, park rangers would eliminate animals that were hazardous to people who visited the national or provincial  parks.  Now they give us warnings and show us how to live with nature.  When we are in their territory, we need to respect their wishes just as they must do in our territory.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Summer 2010

September has arrived after a warm, dry and busy July and August.   After a cold spring and very rainy June, we had two months of perfectly good summer.  My life was filled with visitors, activities and turning sixty-five.  I am now officially a senior citizen!

My garden was a bust this year.   When most of the plantings from May died back after many cold, wet days, what I replanted in July just did not take off.  At the moment, I have some beets, one cucumber plant and a whole lot of weeds.

Composting on my deck was even worse.  I grew a large crop of fruit flies which just kept growing and growing.  Finally at the end of July I gave up and I once again can enjoy this deck.

This Saturday I am off on a road trip.  We are traveling east from Vancouver over the Rockies in Alberta to follow the Continental Divide down to Utah.  From there, we will work our way over to San Francisco and after a tour of the wine country make our way back north up the Coast highway.

I have a new camera and plan to take my laptop so I can blog along the way.

Monday, September 6, 2010

I have a New Hero

88 Year Old Mayor 

This is a link to a Rick Mercer video about this remarkable woman.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Letters to Juliet

While this is a Harlequin Romance type movie that is entirely predictable, the beautiful Italian settings makes this a perfectly acceptable way to spend a summer evening.  Vanessa Redgrave portrays a grandmother going back to find the love of her life after fifty years.

This is really a made-for-TV movie.  Except for Redgrave, the acting is not particularly strong.  The plot a little contrived.   Everyone is a little too beautiful.

It does make you want to visit Italy though.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Deck Trees and Garden June 1st

All twelve of my cedar trees/shrubs survived the winter.  Last fall, I purchased and transplanted these trees to form a screen from my neighbours.   As they were end-of-season cast-offs, I was not entirely sure if many of them would survive.   Luckily, all of them are showing some new growth.  It even looks as if the smallest ones (the three yellow ones in the top row) need transplanting again.




Unfortunately my garden plot is not doing so well.  We have had a cold and wet Spring.  I have just replanted squash, cucumbers and zucchini seed after my transplants withered.  So far this year, I have had only a few radish, some rhubarb and chives.   My beets tops are almost ready to thin and eat.  I do have lots of garlic and spinach but have not been eating either lately. 
And, my six year old, well worn camera seems to be giving up the ghost.  I can't seem to get rid of the pink tinge at the top of my photographs lately.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Salmon Berries

This is a photo of the Salmonberry blossom. In very short order these flowers become berries.


I notice the salmon berries are ripe now. These are usually the first berries to ripen around here. While they are not as flavourful as raspberries, they are usually available about two weeks before our garden variety raspberries.


I haven't picked any yet as they grow wild and I am waiting for some company to help me. I don't want to compete with the local bears. If there are two or three of us, hopefully we can make enough noise to keep the bears away.









Sunday, June 6, 2010

NINE









The Production Nine at Presentation Theatre on Granville Island was highly entertaining - it is unfortunate that it closes today - last performance at 7 p.m. tonight.

This musical about Victor Contini's mid life crisis was on Broadway in 1982 and ran for 729 performances. The latest film version released in 2009, starred Daniel Day-Lewis, Judi Dench, Nicole Kidman, Sophia Loren and Kate Hudson to name just a few of the stars.

In the Vancouver production, twenty three women and one man give us everything - amazing dance numbers, great singing and a story you will remember.

Now I need to rent the film version so that I can compare the two.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Letter Writing


I wonder how many bloggers were avid letter writers in the past. I know I was.

For years, if I was home on Sunday, I wrote my weekly letter to my parents and then answered the letters that I had received that week from friends, family and acquaintances. If this didn't happen on Sunday, I pushed to get all my correspondence written and in the mail by Tuesday night.

And, I loved receiving mail. For a long time, I got far more mail without windows. Now, unfortunately most of my mail is either window mail or junk mail. And now, for some reason, I am terrible at responding to the few letters I do receive. I seem to have lost the knack.


Sunday, May 30, 2010

Unknown Great Canadians

This man, at the ripe old age of eighty-five years, held the following jobs all at the same time, in Canada, in 1905:

- Governor of the Hudson's Bay Company
- President of the Bank of Montreal
- Director and Executive Committee Member of the CPR
- President of Royal Trust
- Canada's High Commissioner to Britain
- Chairman of Burmah Oil and the Anglo-Persian Oil Company

He ran the HBC, a railway, a bank and a trust company, and a couple of oil companies all while holding a high position in government.

This was Sir Donald Alexander Smith who was born in 1820 in Scotland, arrived in Canada 1838, and died in 1914 at the age of 94 in London, England. Most people remember him for driving the last spike at Craigellachie.

I have just started reading Peter C. Neuman's Merchant Princes and have discovered this intriguing character from our past and will tell you some more about him in the next few days.

It has me thinking again about retirement and the work ethic. Here is a role model to consider.

Decisions, Decisions

Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win.
By fearing to attempt.
William Shakespeare, "Measure for Measure", Act 1 scene 4 ...

On one hand, we are encouraged to trust our gut. If it doesn't feel right, don't do it.

On the other hand, we may be missing out on opportunities just because we have doubts - about timing, about value, about the future.

A number of decisions lately have not been black and white and my tendency is to do nothing. I used to be good at making decisions, even if some weren't the best ones. Overall, I was willing to take some chances, or at least a few leaps of faith. And, most
of the time, everything turned out o.k.

Lately, I have been trying to decide whether to look for a new car or stick with my old car; take a major vacation now when the dollar is good or in a year or so when it may be much more convenient, redecorate my condo (remove old carpet, paint, etc.) or wait awhile.
Dragging my feet on redecorating this past year means I have lost out on possible tax credits for this. Dragging my feet on my car might mean major repairs down the road.

I don't even know which should be a priority, if any.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

To move or not to move


Having moved house way too many times both from necessity and choice, I have a lot of sympathy for those long- term West End residents who have been given eviction notices. Their choices seem pretty limited.

They are victims of our mixed economy. These people are being negatively impacted by the fact that Canadians have chosen to embrace both socialism and capitalism. We feel that the government needs to provide for the least fortunate among us and at the same time we believe that entrepreneurs have the right to get the best returns on their investments. This has resulted in rent controls which means that long term residents pay increasingly less than market rates and at the same time has allowed landlords to use loopholes to evict these long-term residents so they can get market rates.

I think a lot of us still want to straddle some line between capitalism and socialism because overall it provides us with a safety net and an opportunity to become materially successful. Yet we don't want innocent people to suffer.

Since many of the people being evicted are retired and need their own capital to provide an income, I wonder if anyone has considered some form of life lease. The rent increases could be postponed in the same way that we can postpone taxes until we either die or, in this case, decide to move. This way the landlord would have his market rent, eventually, and the retiree could maintain his income and afford to stay put.




Friday, May 21, 2010

A Hundred Years

My great, great grandmother probably came out from Ireland in the 1860's to settle in Quebec on the Ottawa River. Knowing her background, she probably travelled as a steerage passenger.

The "steerage",or between-deck, often shortened to "tween-deck", was originally the deck immediately below the main deck of a sailing ship. (Norw: Mellomdekk or Mellemdekk)

In the early days of emigration the ships used to convey the emigrants were originally built for carrying cargo. In reality the passengers were placed in the cargo hold. Temporary partitions were usually erected and used for the steerage accommodation. To get down to the between-deck the passengers often had to use ladders, and the passageway down between the hatches could be both narrow and steep. The manner in which the ships were equipped could vary since there were no set standards for this. It was necessary that the furnishings could be easily removed, and not cost more than absolutely necessary. As soon as the ships had set the passengers on land, the furnishings were discarded and the ship prepared for return cargo to Europe On the picture above you can see examples on how many of the sailing ships would be equipped.


After reading the book, Voyages of Hope, which describes the terrible conditions that people endured while traveling steerage class at that time, I have begun to wonder about her. She would have been a young lady. I don't know if she married before she left Ireland or shortly after she arrived in Canada. I do know that she was Irish Catholic and like many of her countrymen, she chose to settle in French Catholic Quebec rather than English Protestant Ontario. She probably would have sailed to Quebec City and then taken a smaller boat up to the Ottawa Valley.

Her voyage would have been much shorter - closer to one month as opposed to the two months or more that it took to get to British Columbia - but conditions would not have been much better. Knowing the fastidiousness that seems to be a trait of many people on that side of the family, I can only image how she could have endured such conditions.

A hundred years later, in the 1960's, I was coming of age in Toronto, Montreal and Vancouver in much different circumstances. From the perspective of 2010, fifty years later, I am wondering what the 2060's will bring.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Bride-Ships







British Columbia history can be quite fascinating. I am surprised that few Canadian historical novels have been written about our past. The four bride-ships that arrived in Victoria in the 1860's has enough material for several novels. In all, about one hundred women, mainly working class, sailed from England hoping to find a better life in British Columbia.

Victorian England was in the throes of recession. Women who became widowed, or were let go from factory jobs, or poorly educated unemployable women who had not married young faced desperate lives in workhouses or worse. There were far more women than men in Britain and even middle class women had difficulty in finding husbands. As the numbers of these poverty- stricken women grew, some churches and a few philanthropic upper class women formed the Columbia Emigration Society to both give these destitute women a new chance and to rid England of the expense of keeping them.

Meanwhile, in North America gold had been discovered on the Fraser River. The gold lured hundreds of men from the fizzled California gold fields and created towns in the Cariboo that were devoid of single, white, marriageable women. At the same time, Victoria and New Westminster were becoming thriving cities with growing families in need of domestic help.

The frontier towns here were more wild and dangerous than those in the American west. There was no law and order and only a few, mostly Anglican, missionaries were trying to create stability. Added to this mix were rigid religious and social attitudes which virtually forbade any contact with Native women. Murder, theft and drunkenness were the order of the day.

Local governments hoped that English women would marry and stabilize our wild west or alternatively provide domestic services in Victoria and New Westminster. Governments in England liked this idea because they wanted English people to populate the land north of the 49th parallel. And, they wanted to rebalance the population at home.

Between 1862 and 1870, as a result of the Columbia Emigration Society's initiatives, four steam driven sailing ships, the Tynmouth, the Robert Lowe, the Marcella and the Alpha departed England and delivered women around the horn and up the Pacific Coast to Victoria. During the voyages that could last several months, these women who were sponsored by the Columbia Emigration Society travelled steerage and experienced horrible on board conditions.

Crowded below decks into tiered bunks in groups of eight, there was little room to move. It was crowded, dark and dank with little fresh air. The sanitation was poor, movement up to the deck was limited to areas where the women often encountered smoke and soot from the coal- fired boilers. Unlike the people in cabins whose meals were prepared, people in steerage were given daily rations to prepare for themselves. Fresh water was in very short supply. There were storms and seasickness. The stench became unbearable. Then, to add to this misery, church sponsored chaperones made it their duty to make sure none of these women came into contact with any men on board ship.

Surprisingly, while there was some death and disease in their months at sea, most of the women made it to the shores of Vancouver Island. Once, landed most quickly found husbands or positions as domestics. Glimpses of their lives in Lillooet, Barkerville, Chemainus, Victoria, Vancouver and New Westminster while poorly documented, are fascinating.















Most of this information came from the book Voyages of Hope by Peter Johnson.



A New World


A high ranking Cardinal in the Catholic Church said last week that the church should move towards a morality based on virtue rather than avoidance of sin and center on happiness rather than duty. WOW! Apparently he is one of the few top ranking ecclesiastics that can actually have some influence in getting this done.

Just think what it would mean if a large chunk of the world started think about virtue and happiness rather than sin and duty. If thoughts have energy, and increasingly this is being proven, then there would be a huge shift from negative to positive energy.

In my small world, it would mean that people around me could quit acting like martyrs, could start to like themselves and take time to take care of themselves, stop criticizing everything around them, and most of all it would create a larger, better force field of positive energy.

And, I might even consider going back to church.