I love Jonathan Lockwood Huie's daily quotes and inspirational posts. Today he writes that it’s important to look for the small
miracles of daily life instead of always waiting for the big miracles which may
or may not happen.
Each day we
see small miracles all around if we open our eyes and minds to see them.
Here is a
small miracle, a beautiful photo that my son Rory took of his walk in the woods with
our dog, Loup during the snowfall yesterday. I think it’s so magical when the
snow clings to the trees like this as if they fairies came by and dusted snow
on each branch. So picturesque. Maybe I won’t be so in awe of the snow by March
but right now it looks gorgeous on the trees as the first snowfall of the winter.
another small miracle. I shared a wonderful post about writing by my good
friend Shailaja that is definitely worth a read.
At that same
moment in time, Shailaja said she received my snail mail card which traveled
all the way from Canada to India. She said she was reading it at the same time
as I shared her post and it made her day.
Yes, small miracles are everywhere ready for you to appreciate them as they happen.
Rainbows and butterflies are all around if you are open to them.
Here is a poem I wrote and an inspirational poster I created about small miracles.
had a fascination for mannequins. I find them creepy but intriguing at the same
time. They seem so life like but yet cold and distant from being human.
come in different styles and looks. Some are very chic and elegant where some
are downright tacky.
see some I like to take photos of them.
I can almost
hear them talking to me as they look at me in their bored, condescending
manner. And why shouldn’t they be condescending? After all, they’re so perfect
with their classic features and slim figures. Their hair and makeup are always
perfect. And of course, their clothes always look good. No dirt or food stains
on their outfits.
I saw at the Rideau Centre were totally white with strong chiselled features
like Greek and Roman statues.
in Toronto had bald white heads like aliens. I didn't like them as much as the ones with actual hair and facial features.
This one in
Montreal didn’t even have a head.
expect them to start talking to me. If they did, what would they say or do?
I wrote this
story as I pondered that very idea.
Here is the mannequin I picture as being Paul in the story.
said that?” Brenda looked around wondering who was talking.
“It’s me. Paul.
Up here. ”
at the talking male mannequin on the platform. He was as handsome as a Greek
god statue with strong chiselled features. And of course he was dressed to perfection
in the latest fall fashions.
wide-eyed at him. “How do you know my name?”
everything about you. I stand here day after day observing and listening to
creepy! Are you stalking me?” Brenda said, biting her nails the way she always
did when she was nervous.
“No, it’s not like that at all. I think you’re
wonderful. Could you help me out, Brenda?”
“What do you
“Help me get out of here.”
me. I’m tired of standing here under these fluorescent lights day in and day
out. I need some adventure.”
be a bit obvious if I took you? The store would say I was shoplifting. You’re
wearing their clothes.”
clothes off me then. I don’t care.”
“I can’t do
that either. That would be indecent.”
worry about that. I’m not anatomically correct. And I don’t feel the cold
either. I spend most of my time naked in a closet anyhow. Luckily Sadie, the
wardrobe girl decided to use me for this fall display. That’s why I need to
plan my escape before she shoves me back in that closet again with the other
there and pondered my predicament.
“So, are you
going to take me with you or not?” he finally asked.
I can’t.” I turned and walked away. For the rest of the day, I avoided that
section of the store.
night at home, just as I climbed into bed, I heard a whisper.
It’s me, Paul.”
I flicked on
the light and grabbed my can of pepper spray that I kept on my bedside table
for sleepovers that got out of hand. “How did you get here? I thought you
that. I’d never tried to walk before. Imagine my surprise when I found out I
“Get out, now!”
“I want to
live with you, Brenda. I’m in love with you.”
“I like you better than Sadie. She treats me
like an object.”
“But you are
an object. You’re a mannequin.”
“It was foolish coming here,” Paul said, a sad
expression on his face. “I thought you’d understand how I felt about you. I’ll
go.” And with that he opened the door and left.
The next day
Brenda arrived at work and saw that Paul’s spot was empty. Why did she feel so
sad about him? What was wrong with her?
approached, an angry look on her face.
seen the mannequin? The boss is boiling mad that it’s missing and he’s blaming
haven’t seen Paul, er it,” Brenda lied. Sadie gave her a puzzled look and
Brenda just shrugged.
he have gone?
Brenda walked along the sidewalk, her head down against the cold autumn wind.
towards the voice and couldn’t believe it. There was Paul and he wasn’t a
mannequin anymore. He stood outside the Party Place dressed up in a pirate
man?” Brenda said in disbelief.
right. Isn’t it great?” he said. “I got a job at the Party Place since I’m so
good at dressing up and standing still for long periods.”
“But how did
you become a man?”
I could walk so I decided to try believing I was a man and it worked. Pretty
cool, eh? I only have one thing left to do.”
swept Brenda into his arms and kissed her. His warm lips were definitely human
and not made of cold fibreglass.
“Now can I
live with you?”
try it out and see,” Brenda said, still in a daze from the kiss.
happy,” Paul said. “And by the way, I’m a man in every way now, too.”
the most incredibly lame movie last night on Netflix called “Rags” with a twist
on the Cinderella theme. This Canadian-made 2012 movie was filmed in Vancouver with New York as its setting. I couldn't help noticing that in the opening scene of NYC, they still showed the Twin Towers. You'd think they could at least use some modern footage. For a while I kept thinking the movie must have been made before 2001 until I saw them using modern Iphones and not those huge clunky portable phones of the 1990's.
This movie was a stinker, no doubt about it. It was really bad; the script, the acting and the music, but I watched it anyhow.
Like eating junk food, sometimes I’m in the mood for a
fluffy teen movie where I don’t have to think too much. At least it had no calories!
character Charlie reminded me of Justin Bieber with his boyish looks, his goofy
eagerness and singing style. GAG! *Makes a face* I’m not a Bieber fan, can you
I had to rack my brain trying to find something good about the movie, (other than the father character was played by the Old Spice Guy, Isaaih Mustafa. Drool!) Those commercials are an absolute hoot. Just to sidetrack you, here is the link to one for a good laugh.
Hmmmmmmmm, *Daydreams with dreamy, goofy look on face*
Now back to the main topic, Cathy. Where was I? *Throws cold water on face*
would have to say the most redeeming feature of the movie "Rags" was the focus on being authentic and being true to
yourself. Of course this theme has been overdone in movies to the point of
being clichéd, especially in a teen movie like this one, but I still think it has value.
How many of
us pretend to the world instead of showing our real selves? We pretend to like
things we don’t like for fear of being scorned. We pretend to like people we
don’t care for in order to be accepted as part of the cool crowd. We engage in
activities we don’t enjoy or buy things we don’t even care about and go broke
in the process, all to get approval from others.
As I age, I
think I’m becoming more authentic and accepting of the real person I am. I’ve
done that pretending routine and found it hard to keep up appearances. I didn’t
like that person anyhow. She wasn’t real.
Even in middle age, I’m still on
a journey of self discovery to discover the real authentic me. Sometimes it can
be a painful process. Sometimes it’s exhilarating and wonderful.
How freeing it
is when we can accept the whole messy package that makes us the person we are.
It’s easy to
not being you,
pretending can take its toll
yourself should be your goal,
For being you
is what you do best
Stay true to
yourself and forget the rest!
Who knew such a lame movie could be the inspiration for a blog post, eh? I sure didn't!
Today a young reserve soldier, Cpl Nathan Cirillo, was shot and killed while guarding the War Memorial Monument in Ottawa, where I live.
My heart goes out to his loved ones. I especially have a soft spot for reservists since I was once in the reserve myself.
This kind of thing doesn't happen in Canada, a peace-loving nation where we can walk freely without fear.
It is especially shocking to happen in Ottawa, a quiet government town. Even now, my husband's building is on lockdown and he doesn't know when he can leave. The gunmen are still wandering around and the whole downtown area is locked down.
These kinds of things don't happen in our peaceful corner of the world. At least that's what I used to think.
It just shows that it can happen anywhere at anytime. We are vulnerable and even more so in these scary times of extremist terrorists with a warped view of the world.
But mostly, I can't help thinking about that innocent young soldier losing his life guarding the memorial for fallen soldiers. Now he is also one of the fallen.
Go away, you’re
driving us crazy, Worse than the shunning are the comments and jeers Taunted and teased for years and years, They retreat and hide to protect from hurt They're so used to being treated like dirt,
people are not treated the same
despised, they live in shame,
listen, they have stories to tell
They know that inequality is alive and well.
I am writing this inequality poem on the sixth day of the week-long Write Tribe Blogging Festival.