A Lunar New Year Cleanse


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What’s a good way to keep your hands busy on a snowy, drab weekend? Perform a Lunar New Year cleanse!

You could also call it Winter dust removal.

It started on Saturday evening, with removal of last year’s element objects then gentle sweeping and dusting. Since I already had a demanding afternoon, it soon was time to seek my pillow for a good night’s sleep.

Bright and early Sunday morning, I was on a roll again. The cats did not appreciate my sweeping and rattling around. They knew well enough to stay in their room while I wiped up dust, corralled their fur-ball tumbleweeds and did the sandalwood incense cleanse.

Cats in a room

The furry roommates are banished to their room

Maybe they were avoiding the broom and wrath of the servant woman. Perhaps they were cautiously preparing (and plotting) for the approach of the Year of the Dog.

Snuggles supervises, inspecting my Feng Shui plans 

The Feng Shui master delivered plenty of advice to recent workshop attendees, tips on how to approach and welcome the Lunar New Year, to spread efforts over a two-week period.

I liked that gentle, gradual approach. I’m not one for rushing in to things…

The cats have endured my Feng Shui attraction for over five years.

The cats’ approval after a 2012 Feng Shui rearrangement

This time around, I feel an extra need for attention since it WILL be the Year of the Dog arriving on February 16th.

Snuggles, the laptop companion

This morning we were back to our routine of laptop affections and inspections. I moved Kwan Yin to a more auspicious location. Geneva is back to one of hers, and Snuggles has already left a couple of fur-balls on my clean floor.

cat on futon with plants in the background

Some things never change

Thanks for dropping by. Perhaps you will be interested in reading an ebook edition of The Year of the Rabbit, A Novel About Fate, Family and Forgiveness.

What are your plans for the Lunar New Year?




A chorus of silent cries


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Volunteering in a used book store has its benefits – and risks. 

While tidying the bookcases and displays, you can discover the rare gem. You can also become distracted and overwhelmed with the eclectic variety.

This past week while tidying up the book cases, I was pleased to discover “The Silent Cry – Mysticism and Resistance” buried in one of the sections.

Book cover The Silent Cry

The Silent Cry – Mysticism and Resistance

The Silent Cry appealed to me so I put it aside for purchase at the end of my shift. It is likely one of the books I will read as part of the Goodreads 2018 reading challenge. So many books, so little time… 

The book shop volunteers have been maintaining a display area for books on the subject of Faith. It seems appropriate for the post-holiday excitement, to bring us back to the reason for the season, acknowledgement of other belief systems and quiet contemplation during the dark, cold winter nights.

books on faith

Post-Christmas display on Faith

It was good to see regular customers brave the bitter cold, to get out for fresh air for a visit to the local library and drop in to browse our shelves. An added pleasure is when they have time to chat with me during quiet spells.

When some regulars lamented about all the extra books they have in their own bookcases, I offered consolation based on what I recalled from a recent article “Why You Should Surround Yourself With More Books Than You’ll Ever Have Time to Read“.

“An antilibrary is a powerful reminder of your limitations – the vast quantity of things you don’t know, half know, or will one day realize you’re wrong about. By living with that reminder daily you can nudge yourself towards the kind of intellectual humility that improves decision-making and drives learning.”

And that wasn’t just a ploy to encourage them to continue buying books in our shop. I did add that if the books were sitting in boxes rather than gracing the shelves then it was time to weed them out – and consider donating some to our shop 😉 I do this every few months myself!

Call it faith, determination or hope, I think people need something to help get through winter with learning new things, helping others and making new friends.

Wall banner about life cycles

Wall banner about life cycles

Wishing you an enjoyable New Year – filled with books, conversations and new possibilities.


Holiday mythology


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As winter approaches in the northern hemisphere, farmers’ fields are laid dormant under a blanket of snow.

Central Experimental Farm December 2017

This is the reality of our world’s nature, with the changing of the seasons.

With winter holidays and Christmas celebrations approaching, it feels appropriate to honour the blessed Mother of all Mothers.

I am of course referring to Mary, Mother of Jesus of Nazareth.

As a lapsed Catholic and skeptic, I have difficulty referring to her as the Mother of God. That’s a big role with a lot of expectations and accountability! At least the bible accounts provide a comforting tale for the masses.

framed print of mother holding a baby

Mother and baby – Family heirloom print

I see this Mother Goddess as strong, compassionate and loving. If you want to read a tale about mothers of gods, you can learn about the Egyptian Goddess Isis, the sister of Osiris and awkwardly… the mother of his son and nephew, Horus. It’s a tale about sibling rivalry, murder and the assembly of essential body parts…

Ah, mythology. 

Regardless, I get all weepy-eyed when I see pictures, paintings or statues of mothers holding their wee babes in arms. It’s beautiful. It’s universal and timeless.

Please share in the comments section, your knowledge of other mythological Mother Goddesses.

Content for this post was copied from a recent page in the series, Pampered Cats and Other Household Gods

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Chaudière Falls deserve veneration, not flashy shows


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Imagine if some circus director got permission to walk freely through your church, temple or other place of worship and set up a flashy light show.

Imagine if one small group claims representation for the sacred site, and allows in condo developers and showmen.

Not being a fan of the Ottawa 2017 events that were funded by our tax dollars this year, I am especially dismayed by the lack of respect for the sacred site and the division that developers and showmen have caused among the first peoples in the area.

This movement to Free the Falls and its Islands has appealed to my respect for the First People’s spirituality, a sense of justice and environmental wellness. When my body is able, I join the walks and fundraising events. Otherwise, I show my support for this movement through writing blog entries like this or donating money.

Medicine Wheel button and blue ribbon representing the river

Medicine Wheel button and blue ribbon representing the river

Ottawa Citizen Letters to the Editor – October 14, 2017 – Chaudière light show disrespectful – http://ottawacitizen.com/opinion/letters/todays-letters-chaudiere-falls-deserve-veneration-not-flashy-shows

Blog post by Albert Dumont, Algonquin elder and proponent for the sacredness of the falls and the surrounding islands – http://albertdumont.com/lights-and-glitz-at-akikodjiwan/

Free the Falls group and movement – https://freethefalls.ca/

Wikipedia – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaudi%C3%A8re_Falls

I pray that somehow soon the various levels of government and splinter groups will give the site the respect it deserves.

Thanks for dropping by. Spread the word. Support the movement.


Memories of growing up Catholic


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Growing up Catholic taught me to have an unhealthy view about sex and sensuality.

It taught me that if God wasn’t watching you, your over-protective Mother likely was.

It also taught me about compassion, community and finding joy while being in the service of others. It wasn’t all that bad.

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We were rich with outdoor freedoms, playful – and sometimes dangerous – distractions.

We were poor in comparison to our friends who had new bikes, toys and fashionable clothes. Hand-me-downs got a little worn out by the time they reached the youngest child. One consolation and joke we made in our later years was that the patterns, fabric or style of clothing would have come back into fashion by the time they reached me! 

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Thinking back to my First Communion, I’m pretty sure I was more interested in the frilly white dress than the curious and creepy concept of “The Body of Christ”.

wee catholic girl first communion

Catholic girl’s first communion

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Despite my humble beginnings on the wrong side of the river, I became a skeptical and proud pre-teen.

Attending Sunday mass was becoming such a waste of good sleeping in time. Then there was the weekly grade 6 catechism group held after school in a classroom in one of the buildings across town. I did not know many of the other kids who attended. I was a shy teen and don’t recall trying to form friendships with them. One engagement I recall was a girl complimenting me on my penmanship.

Branch off here.

Then there were signs that our hip 1970s priest was thinking of leaving the flock. He was one of the team leaders during a three-day canoe trip one summer when my facial pimples started to sprout. I had big brotherly kind of crush on him. I listened attentively to his stories and enjoyed his chats while we glided along the water.

My admiration and respect were eventually crushed when I observed his repeated attentions on one of the taller, slender girls. Soon after he performed the marriage ceremony for one of my older sisters, he was assigned to a different parish. A few years later, we learned that he had left the priesthood and was married.

Growing up Catholic taught me that you had to suppress any carnal, sexual feelings – which was especially unfair torture during adolescence. One could imagine the struggles for male priests.

Girls who went on the pill were gossip material and subject to taunts. Even more so were girls who went away for a few months to “visit with an aunt” or stay with the nuns.

As a recovering Catholic recalling the life altering events that entered my life, I often wonder if there was a Guardian Angel watching over me. Considering to the company I kept and the misadventures that came my way, things could have turned out much worse!

Would I eventually rejoin “the Church”? For starters, there will have to be changes to the old boys network, their grip on women’s rights and reproductive freedom.

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Blonde woman leaning on reserved parking sign

In a convent parking lot circa. 2008

Thanks for dropping by and may you go in peace. Lord knows our world could use more of it these days!



Hope and action for the next 150 years

For the next 150 years…

Deep Blonde Thoughts

A year ago, hundreds of kindred souls joined in a walk from Victoria Island to Parliament Hill.

Indigenous People and allies gathered, walked and demonstrated their support for protecting a sacred place in the heart of Canada’s capital. I joined in too on that hot, sunny day.

We were protesting the condo development that was being allowed due to various cracks in the system of our courts and unfair, unclear zoning laws.

This year, the Faith is Peace march on June 23rd was championed by interfaith leaders who supported the movement to protect this sacred place. We were accompanied by clouds and intermittent rain which seemed appropriate for the tears of disbelief that this demonstration is still necessary during Canada’s 150th birthday year.

Faith is Peace march to Parliament Hill June 23 2017 Faith is Peace march to Parliament Hill June 23 2017

We gathered on the Hill for almost two hours, listening to drummers, singers and speeches. We…

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“Canada Day” in Ottawa 2017

Spreading the word. Our home on Native land.

Green Living Ottawa

This year, July 1 is important. Not because it’s Canada’s “150th anniversary,” though.

This year, important and compelling voices are drawing attention to Canada as a colonizing, settler nation. It’s a picture that isn’t as pretty as the stories we tell ourselves about our country. But it’s a more accurate one.

Indigenous peoples are reminding us that our country is founded on treaties that haven’t been upheld; on dispossession of land from the people living here; and on policies and strategies designed to eliminate them. The policies and strategies have changed over time, but they continue, as does the discrimination and racism that have become institutionalized.

Celebrating this history, and the society we’ve created—however respectful of rights, diversity and the environment we try to be—just doesn’t seem right.

So, here on this unceded Algonquin land we call Ottawa, here are some things I think we can do:

Listen. Learn about Unsettling 150

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Visiting the nesting grounds


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It’s refreshing to visit your old nesting grounds once in a while, to reconnect with family and friends.

Events like impromptu family reunions and funerals will do that for you. Some are more pleasant than others.

Parry Sound, Ontario. Town dock looking out onto Georgian Bay June 2017

Parry Sound, Ontario. Town dock looking out onto Georgian Bay June 2017

My home town is very similar to the small town mentioned in my novel, a fictitious town called Seguin Sound. Yes, it was on Georgian Bay. Yes there was a CPR Rail trestle spanning across the river and our childhood. Yes, there was a Native reserve nearby.

Parry Sound CPR rail bridge view from the town dock

Parry Sound CPR rail bridge view from the town dock

I was fortunate that on the one clear day for that long weekend that an old flame took me for a boat tour around the Wasauksing First Nation Reserve (what we always referred to as Parry Island) and a little farther out into blue and green paradise. It was good fresh air therapy.

Island Queen siting from a cottage

Island Queen sighting from a cottage

It was a good thing we got out on that beautiful day because the scheduled Island Queen boat cruise the following one was cancelled due to fog.

Island Queen boat cruise cancelled due to fog

Waiting for the Island Queen boat cruise

Growing up in that small town, I had schoolmates from the Wasauksing First Nation and those who bused in from other reserves. During my quiet high school years, I chummed with some of the girls during lunch time. I even shared crushes with some of the boys.

I am trying to use the Wasauksing reference more, in respect for the Ojibway, the Indigenous people who lived across the water from my old home town. As I mature and evolve in my adopted home town of Ottawa, I strive to learn more about the Algonquin people who inhabited the area and those who still do.

I am trying to learn the Algonquin words for places and things. In an age where you desire to express, it’s a constant learning experience and a challenge to know the correct terminology related to culture, gender and lifestyles.

I will likely make mistakes now and then but at least I am trying.

I feel the calling to once again support the spiritual leaders in the movement to restore the sacred site Akikodjiwan in the Ottawa River to its natural state. Some call this a David vs. Goliath story. Some call it futile. I summon up the faith, the energy to pray and trust that politicians and other stakeholders will do the right thing.


#Canada #Canada150 #Reconciliation #Healing #Akikodjiwan


Walk the talk for Indigenous Spirituality


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A kind and gentle soul can become frustrated by the empty talk from politicians about Canada 150, reconciliation and healing for the Indigenous people.

For years, groups of Indigenous people, settler descendants and faith leaders have been drawing attention to a sacred place in the middle of the Ottawa River, right here in Canada’s capital. They want the various levels of government to live up to a promise to return the waterfalls and islands to a place of worship.

No more commercial development. No condos!

“The capital city’s historic and magnificent Ottawa River, Chaudière Falls, and the three islands downstream can support Canada’s emergence as a nation that respects Indigenous values and cultures, and showcases them to the world. It is time to bring an honourable vision to fruition.”

Read about the Falls and Islands vision laid out by Algonquin Elder William Commanda and Anishinaabe architect, Douglas Cardinal. 
Read a brief story and invitation.

Read a personal account from attending the June 2016 walk.

Read about plans for another peaceful walk planned for June 23rd. See the Facebook event for details and updates.

I will join this peaceful march, to walk the talk in showing my support for a meaningful movement. You can too. Please share this information with family, friends and kindred spirits.

Thanks for dropping by.


#Canada150 #Reconciliation


Idol worshippers


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If you grew up in the Roman Catholic church, you likely heard accusations that we were idol worshippers.

We were surrounded by symbolism of the Crucifix, statues of the Virgin Mary and many saints. Except for the pitiful bleeding Jesus on the huge cross at the front of our church, I mostly found comfort and a point of focus for prayers in the statues. They represented the universal message of peace, love and sacrifice.

The fact that most representations of Jesus were Caucasian is a topic for another day…

Ah, peace, love and understanding. 

What the world needs now is Love, sweet Love.

When it came to pop culture, I wan’t much of a follower. The best sampling I got through popular music was tuning our radio to a decent AM signal coming in from Toronto.

Mother made sure I couldn’t attend local concerts with friends because she “heard what goes on at concerts, people under the influence of drugs and alcohol”. Dahm, yes! 

There were no concerts, no idolizing of nor swooning over celebrities. Honestly, my only celebrity crush was on David Suzuki. As a weekly follower of The Nature of Things on CBC TV, I used to imagine his voice reading out, helping me understand concepts from the dry high school science and math text books.

I was a quiet nerd who led such a sheltered life but like some Catholic girls, I found a few ways around that – especially after meeting him. More about that in another blog…

Thanks for reading this far. You may enjoy my 2011 novel, another blog of deep blonde thoughts, and one where the Tabby cat rules as I write about writing.

The novel contains reference to the Church, its attractions and its flaws. It also refers to different flavours of Christianity and gives a gentle nod to the compassion of Buddhism.

Many years later, as a jaded, middle-aged divorcée, I have the life experience and tenacity to think freely and choose carefully from the many attractions and distractions our modern world provides.

Tabby cat and Kwan Yin Goddess statue

Kwan Yin, Goddess of Compassion and Mercy

In my self-imposed sheltered life, I can jest about servitude to the pampered cats while I explore the mythology of household gods. I may even imagine David Suzuki’s voice as I read through the many books I have collected on the subjects.

Thanks for dropping by. Please pay a dollar and light a votive candle for me on the way out 😉