Tuesday, August 9, 2011


I am here in Jasper, Alberta Canada for five days. My daughter is at a dance camp so I thought I would take advantage of the time and go away too. Although I am by myself I am thoroughly enjoying it for I am taking the time to reflect, get inspired and to blog. And this is what I wanted to share with you today.

I went for a walk along the railroad side of the street. It was sunny with a few clouds and fairly warm. The railroad is on the left side of me just over the bank and the main road is to the right. you wouldn't know it from the pictures I took would you?

I passed a few cyclists along the way and couple walking while holding hands. There a man who had found a spot on a small hill and there he sat with camera in hand. I think he to was getting inspired.

although this walkway was situated along the main highway that goes through town you can still find some moments of peace. But I had been walking for a good hour and a half and it was time to head back to my room.

My walk was two hours today. I am now stiff and quite sore but it was worth it. Looking forward to quiet time in my room writing.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011


Quotable Chocophiles

Strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar
into four pieces with your bare hands
and then eat just one of the pieces.
Judith Viorst

It's not that chocolates are a substitute for love. Love is a substitute for
chocolate. Chocolate is, let's face it, far more reliable than a man.
Miranda Ingram

I like the last one hehe!

Did you know that  a cup of coffee contains 50 to 175 milligrams of caffeine; a cup of tea, 25 to100 milligrams; and a cup of cocoa, 0 to 25 milligrams.  Also one chocolate chip provides enough 'fuel,' or calories, for an adult to walk 150 feet.  Thirty-five chips will take you a mile. and for a hike around the world, you'll need about 875,000 chips.

Thought I'd throw in some interesting facts about this very incredible edible.  I know that there are some people out there that do not like chocolate but I'm not one of them even after the experience that I had as a child. And what I've learned with chocolate, it's like anything else, you have to try many different kinds and qualities to find the one that suits you best. It's like wine.  Also...my son does not like it but he has found some chocolate to be tolerable! Anyways...on with the story

When I was about 3 or 4 yrs. of age, I had, what I call my first experience with chocolate. I know, you are probably thinking oh, Easter time! Melted chocolate bunny all over a cute little face. Well, no it wasn't like that for me at all.

It was one quiet Saturday afternoon (actually I don't know what day it was but mom was washing clothes and she usually did that on Sat.) mom was washing clothes in the middle of the kitchen with the wringer washer. My older sister and I were there as well and i spied an open chocolate bar on the kitchen counter. Well being so young I went straight for it.

My sister stood by me and watched as I grabbed it off the counter. I remember even offering her a piece. She refused. Well I  ate the rest of the bar which was more than half.  Next thing I knew my mother was in a state of panic.  Yes, I ate the bar of Exlax. (for those of you who don't know what exlax is, it's a laxative).

Well, there I was, in the hospital this huge machine beside me and it was pumping out the contents of my stomach.  I was crying and my mom was crying because i was. I remember her standing over me with tears running down her cheeks. I really don't remember much after that but that's the experience I remember because of my love for chocolate.  I guess you would say that my first experience of it was that of love and that's why I went for the bar. not only that...I was probably hungry.

I still LOVE chocolate!

I guess I'm a true chocoholic

well, what's was your first chocolate experience like?

Sunday, February 6, 2011

IN THE BEGINNING~~~ A Glimpse of my personal history

I am the second youngest of six children that was born in 1959. My father was an abusive alcoholic and left the family when I was two. My mother raised us alone but with the help of some family, church members and of coarse, social services. When my youngest brother started school, mom went to work full time and my grandmother came to live with us.

We suffered many numerous trials seeing that we were a single parent home. The obvious being, financial. We lived in houses that had no running water, wood burning stoves and walls and ceilings that you could see light through. Going hungry? Yes. I know what it is like to not only be deprived of a father but of food and clothing as well.

Spaghetti, milk and rolled oats being our staple food. I know what it is like to be cold. I remember all of us children cuddling in one bed with few blankets and clothes piled high on top of us so we could keep warm.

We went to church, didn't swear, kept ourselves clean. Mom would clean the house once a week but the rest of the time it was lived in and since our father left we began to be happier. Sad but true. Poor but happy.

The early years of my childhood was more difficult than in through my teenage years. We still lived in rented old houses and had tattered furniture but as we slowly gained our independence, we as children, went our separate ways to make a life for ourselves that was better than what we knew.

This is a bit...of my story.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

CREATION ~ Masterpieces in the making.

The general feel of this second blog is to share a little more of myself to you to open up the subject of our own unique stories. Human life is a masterpiece in the making and I...am only one in this world of billions of people.

My story is not significant in terms of being a famous, well accomplished, or greatly admired person. I am not well known in the public eye or in my community but I am significant in my world of my family and my friends and yes, my foes as well and so are you. We are all part the great scheme of things in this universe. Our parts can be huge or very small but all are significant.

Let's open up and share and see what happens.

Besides the poetry that I write, I also love to paint with oils. I've done four but these three are my most recent. I am self taught with a little guidance from my sister who is well accomplished in this area.

These images that I copied are not my own for reason that these are lessons to get me used to handling the brushes, developing my own strokes, training my eye for colors and shadows. These are practice paintings for when I get confident enough to paint one of my own photo's.

the first one is a scene that I really enjoyed working on for the sake of learning value. Boring because of the lack of color but liked the result

I wanted only to concentrate on trees with this one. the ground, I think, could use more detail but I find that all of my paintings seem to lack it at the bottom. Perhaps it's because it is physically awkward for me or perhaps I get bored. Could be both. Something I will have to work on.

this one was my first project. Talk about diving into the deep end first. But I love a project that is beautiful, full of color and lots of detail. I really enjoyed this one

What are some of your interests and or hobbies?