Racoon Watch Anyone?

Yes the racoons have been again last night. The water is all muddy and the pump is not running and I see two fish. We were down to our last four; one being a black one very hard to see. I wish I could watch and catch them and stop them. Just imagine if I could catch them crawling silently over the fence and sit down with them and explain to them it is wrong to hurt my fish. Would they get mad at me? Our family disagrees about whether racoons would hurt you.

Today Larry will have to make that new invention he has thought of to give the fish a safe place.

I grew up in a world where I felt very safe. We played, running up and down allies, for hours. We bike out to the edge of town to see the haunted houses. We stayed at the park for hours.
My world was very much a child's world and even when very young I heard talk of the was going on that was an adult concern that was far away.

I do remember the summer when all the swimming pools were closed because there was a scare about polio. It is very hot in Saskatchewan so this was very annoying.

I sometimes wonder why their our pesky beasts like wasps and mostiqoes and flys and snakes that make life miserable. Why do racoons like fish?

Healing Imagination

As I sat waiting for Larry, known better as dad, or grandpa or great-grandpa, the man across from me seemed eager to talk. He told me he had been in for treatment last summer and now was with his wife for treatment. I asked him about the side affects and how it bothered him.

He then began to tell me all about healing energy and how if you visualize your feet with roots that go into the ground and imagine healing energy flowing into your body you can concentrate on the area that needs healing and allow the light to penetrate and heal. He said that with faith and imagination or visualization you can heal yourself.

He talked about a positive attitude and I agreed.

I had shared at church in my talk about a healing room I imagine.

"Our soul is like a huge house with many rooms.
All the rooms; except one, are filled with things, with people and activities
there is noise and interruptions. We are all so busy our minds full of thoughts
with worries and doubts.

There is a secret room waiting to be discovered if you still your mind and heart.
Not everyone can see it and if you do you have to decide whether to enter or not.
Am I willing to become like a child again?
To enter I take off my shoes, my responsibilities and respectability.

At first the room seems dark with shadows. We live in the shadow of our fears and doubts and misunderstandings. We carry within our souls our painful experiences that cause us to become sick, with monor or major aches and pains.

I look for light and then I see a tree bending and moving like it is weeping and it has the form of a cross. I feel a gentle warmth like the wings of angels placed upon me and I look up into the smiling eyes of Jesus. "My child," he says "I am always with you."
He speaks with his eyes and my heart responds. I know that this is a place of stillness and peace; a sacred healing place. I relax and become one with the energy that radiates from Jesus.
The room becomes alive with the energy of his love filling me.
I prayerfully lift up my loved ones into his care."

I silently listen to the enthusiam of the man and wish I could share with him but I do not.

I am having doubts about putting my thoughts in a blog.
My belief that we are all spiritual beings that have the potential to dream and imagine great and wonderful things is a part of who I am.

Jesus said "let those with ears to hear, listen and they will hear.

Missing

Everyday something goes missing. Today is the big book of dad's stories.
I say to him we really must start remembering where we put things. Good idea he agrees.
This is especially important for me as, yes I admit, I am the one who moves things.
And in the end I am the one who finds them! This is my saving grace!

It is off to the doctor this morning and back to see old friends at the clinic this afternoon.
The hospital gowns are carried back and forth each day so it is easy to recognize those in similar situations carrying their big bags.

It has gotten 1 degree warmer since I first woke up and it will be warm today.

I see Nordell road is closed and that is the one Sandra usually takes.

Dad does not miss those drives to and from work. Neither do I although I worked only part time for a few years at the medical supply store.

All the family are home after a rainy and cool holiday. But they did see a moose!

Yes, the book has been found!

I find that I am missing the things I use to be able to do but I now see that it is a time to take care of myself in new ways and find enjoyment in doing what I like doing, does that make sense?

Tempting weeds & warm beaches

Larry and I at Cresent Beach
This picture should be at the end not here.


Everyday I am tempted when I go for a walk and see a garden full of weeds I secretly want to pull them out! Should I wear a wig? or go at night? Yes, I know it is none of my business; but every time I walk around the corner and see the once beautiful flower bed full of weeds, big monster weeds, I want to pull them all out.

It is Sandra's fault really she is always finding weeds in my garden; some I had hoped where flowers.

I wonder about the people who live there, if someone is sick, or if they are having other problems.

I think how our life has changed going to the cancer clinic everyday. This becomes the focus of your day. Now Larrry has some form of cancer on his lip that is painful and a major worry. He has to wait to get into treatment which may mean seeing one doctor and waiting to see another. To-morrow he is going to see his family doctor who we hope will take a biopsy. The eye doctor at Vancouver had been so good when he took a piece off his eye-lid and right away took it to be tested.

Yesterday we enjoyed going down to Cresent Beach and seeing the kites flying and the children playing and walking by all the houses that you dream about. Now who would not want to live there and be that close to the ocean and see far across it to the mountains. It is good to have a fantasy world!

We came home and watched our regular T.V. shows on the knowledge net work.

I guess I have enough to worry about without thinking about some one else's weeds.

Hope the family drive safely home today. Happy Holiday!

Quietness

Our neighborhood seems especially quiet this weekend. No children playing on the road; no neighbors walking dogs. A lot of people must have gone away for the long weekend. We will be deciding which church to go to and I am sure both places will have a lot less people.
I am sure somme of our good friends will be there.

We thought of driving up and surprising our family at the Lake but it is an hour away from Kamloops and we do not even know the name of the place. We all like to dream and immage

Dad is still sleeping and I am debating taking a walk as it looks like a sunny day.

Just think, our little grandson, Matthew will be a week old. My advice to Melina and Ken is to rest when he is resting.

Quiet is good because we need to be quiet at times to balance our lives of noise and busynes

Wisdom speaks quietly and gently to those who are listening.

The sacred is also quiet. We see it in each other's eyes, in the beauty of nature, the joy of music and the creativity of art. We see it in the mess of life as well.

The question of tragedy

We question why so many times bad things happen to good people and I aways wonder why people who commit these violent acts are often discribed as quiet and easy going.
Who would think there would be violence on a bus.

Tragedy tests one's faith the headline said today Aug. 2 in the National Post.

I began my short talk at church by the words we do not live in a perfect world.
In a perfect world, poverty and sickness and the violence of war would end
instead we find ourselves facing difficult questions. Maybe if we became angry enough
we would try to do our best to make our world a better place.

"Faith is not a good luck charm" that protects us from evil.

Every family goes through misunderstandings but faith that is built upon grace
that forgives and forgets can become stronger.

When we have a bad day, a day when the body aches and drains us of energy,
we have the hope that the next day will be better.

Where is that man who is sneaking around taking pictures?

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I have an idea - I will pose for a picture showing I do act like a little Old Grama at times.

Larry will do most anything to prove that he is right; so it was with great glee he took me moving a light bookcase! I know that I have a slight compulsion to want to move things.

Dr. Nolte has now added his warning to Larry's. But I think it is beyond sneaky to peak around the corner and take pictures. Don't you?

I much perferred the picture of me watering flowers on Ricks face book.

It is hard not to do something you believe you can do.

P.S. Larry moved the rocking chair that is in the picture! !