MORNING, y’all!! A wee giftie for the readers in my circle. A poem about books for you this lovely mid-month Sunday. “Priceless….. Awww yes.. Books… Our saving grace when we are in despair. And need solace….. Our teachers. Our comedians when we need to laugh. Our heat’s desire when we need to imagine great love and passion. Our roadmaps to motivate and inspire us. Our Angels when we feel to give up.. We all NEED books.. They are our companions in life.. And once read and taken into our soul, a thing that NO ONE can steal from us… For we OWN the words then.. Forever and ever.”””” ~~~~ Pamela–
“Incredulously” Who could have known? Who could have guessed? Who could ever think that the most important soul to us ALL would be taken in violent murder in five days, those many years ago? 1978! Self-same day as the |Jonestown Massacre. Who could believe, if someone said it was coming, that the one who we all assume will be there for us ’til our own end will, instead, be stolen? Wouldn’t we all pooh-pooh it if we thought that Gramma would never again bake her famous cookies for your kids.. spoil them rotten with her devoted love of them? Who could imagine she would never again gladly provide an ear, a non-judgemental ear for you in the middle of the night when you just ..needed her? I couldn’t.. But it happened.. Pamela.. 13/11/15 post script–My precious Momma was 49..I had just turned 29, 12 days before her death.
In Remembrance Collateral Damage on the shores of the Halifax Harbour They felt safe from the war, here at home on the shores of Halifax Harbour. Mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers, teachers and preachers; left behind when the boys of Nova Scotia crossed over the pond from Pier 21. As did the sons from other harbours. From Musquodoboit to Sydney. Lunenburg to Digby. They came. Boys. Vital, virile young men. Not yet sculpting the life they were destined to make for their eternity. Some hadn’t spilled blood shaving. They spilled it instead on Flanders Fields. With troops ships anchored row upon row, down harbour in the Bedford Basin, awaiting their next load of “My Soldier” men, and long snaking trains bringing sons and brothers from across the land, the unthinkable happened one day in December to thousands upon thousands of those mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, teachers and preachers of the boys of Nova Scotia, who thought they were safe at home on the shores of Halifax Harbour. They watched from their windows, not knowing the danger, in awe of the scene. They watched from the Mi’kmaq village in Tufts Cove, All to be lost. A tsunami. […]
Good morning my most awesome circle of friends and family.. I would LOVE to join you here within this image for an intimate tete a tete.. I wonder what we would speak of.. Would we cry on each others shoulder in joy or sorrow in shared emotion?? Would we Laugh til we peed our panties ladies or till we hugged gents? Would we gaze at each other in amazement that we FINALLY met after all the words we have shared here–and discover that YES–we DO love and admire each other after all? Or would we just revel in our surroundings–breathless in it’s beauty.. So tell me.. What would we speak of, you and I, over coffee this morning.. Tell me..
Beautiful quote by Jacqueline Kennedy. Our Momma gifted this love of reading to me and my 5 siblings from the time we were big enough to hold a book… I hope I gifted this to my three kids.(along with my husband Michael who was also a reader) I know my daughter Alana and my son David are gifting their Asia, Charlie and Holden with the love of the written word.. It is most definitely a family trait and I am sure it is in most of YOUR households who are reading this status and nodding your heads.. Let’s make this week a reading week in your house and, for all you Grammies, Grampys and lovers of the children in your lives–hit a bookstore and gift that child with a book. EVERY character and story line and every image has a positive impact.. Let’s make it so…. Onwards. P @BoomerNovel
It hurts WHEN I CAN’T WRITE!!!! I feel bereft. Like I am missing something vital to me. Like I feel when I am not in love. So my sad heart is soothed today for I can.. In normal circumstances it has been my habit each day to be aware– To listen– To read– To observe– To focus and then pick words out of the air–like fireflies, that sparkle all around me. I collect words—sound-bites to my soul. —–and then put them to page. So today–I write……. Because I can. Pamela
Looking forward to an AWESOME, AWESOME fall of 2017 full of promise and grand surprises…. I am thrilled to be participating in the world class Celtic Colours Festivals on the Cabot Trail in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, among other things. What do YOU have planned that will bring colour to your soul? Will you join me in my resolve to seek out moments of joy and happiness this autumn of ’17? Together we will MAKE IT SO! For we DO have a choice. We can allow despair and negativity to control our daily. Or we can take charge and release the hidden inspiration that is within ALL of us–if we will only let it shine. Let it outwards-. And allow THAT to direct our lives, instead… Let grace, happiness and positivity reign supreme. Let’s make a choice., shall we? Onwards from my house to your house in sweet solidarity..
Goodd MORNINGGGGGG my peeps. It’s gonna be another gorgeous fall day here Bedford, Nova Scotia! Today I am saluting THE BOOK…That thing we readers allll take for granted will always be our companion… No matter HOW down or sad or lonely, there is always ”the book’.. No matter what question we have or ‘big happening’ in our lives, we always have ”the book’ to refer back to, guide us through or motivate us to keep going. “The book” is like a kindred spirit. It is a place we can fall into and hide if we need to or go to for to for solace. Somehow we can run away when we read. It’s like we feel when we are with a Kindred Spirit. We feel all powerful and are calmed and our hearts quieted when we read. WE meet the most INCREDIBLE souls when we read–our lives are expanded sideways and deeply and our world becomes full of colour and magic when we read.. I could go on and on for in my 68 years–58 if I said reading years ‘the book’ has been my salvation too many times to count.. SOO–it is my honour and privilege to add to […]
A…ww, yes..as y’all know this is the credo of this new Gypsy Soul of today but also it truly has been my life over the decades with the “I’ll-try-anything-once”” career gal of yesteryear. Lfe can be an adventure–or a a drift-through.. It’s all about choice. SO grateful that since i was of an age of realization, my Momma gave me permission to realize that it’s OK to live this way, To take chances and just GO for things– My first challenge was to go for the part of Mary at the Christmas concert at our one room school when I was 7…and I got the part and a taste of overcoming the fear and assuming success instead! The rest is history– Yep, wayyyyyy back when I was a kid. she said “Pammy, ANYTHING is possible if you only try and never give up.” Or words to that effect. . And I BELIEVED HER….. TRY IT, yourself! Go off that beaten path, Pishaw on your comfort zone. You will NOT be sorry!!. smile emoticon:)) TRUST ME!!! Onwards in Pammyland.. I could go back to work to pay for the latest repair to my old car… Or I could just stay here […]
To CELEBRATING reaching this milestone–68 years young..In SPITE of stage 4 cancer and a nice little follow up heart attack..and other things.. Yep–celebrating every singe day.. With GRATITUDE. To not fighting aging but grabbing on to it and changing life up to be filled with gratitude and thankfulness EVERY single day that I CAN do so! To Embracing the gift of life–a thing that fringed on loosing too many times… To honouring those beloveds I have lost before me—knowing they added endlessly to the thing that is my soul… And taking on the responsibility of living it properly, hoping to inspire, guide and mentor with my manuscripts and by example, leaving a footprint of a decent, good and loving human being when my time is up.. Onwards from Pammyland..heart emoticon