Thursday, 31 May 2012

Welcome to the World My Grandson Logan

Thank you Lisa and Les and Family for the lovely balloon bouquet,
the rubber duck which Logan will use when he comes here
and splashes in the tub
and most of all for your love, and friendship
and constant source of joy.
Thanks for sharing so deeply and with so much love.
We love you all♥

Thank you everyone for all the love,
congratulations, gifts, phone calls,
flowers, balloons and gifts galore
but most of all for all of YOU.

The photographs I used in the montage
are mostly from Justin and Ahram
Ahram's sweet relative Sodam
Some scanned cards I had
and some images from Pinterest.
Thank you all for the use of them.

Thank you dear Sodam for these photographs
and Justin and Ahram for all of yours.

As seen on Pinterest.
This will be Logan when I get to meet him.
Grandma will kiss him all over.

As seen on Pinterest

This gorgeous creation made for me with love by 
my dear friend Dani♥ 
I love you Dani and all you create is Magic

My Son and his wife have just welcomed their Son into this world.

Logan Minjae

Born in Seoul at 4:20 PM Thursday May 31st.

Babies are bits of stardust handblown by God's own hands.

They are on cloud nine, as are we all.
One of my favorite paintings of Angels and Babies

Justin was also born on a Thursday

Thursdays child has far to go.

A new baby is like the beginning of all things -- wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities.
~Eda J. Le Shan

Saturday, 26 May 2012


A photograph I took while visiting Pier 21 in Halifax where my Grandmother arrived January 18, 1931 at age 16. I just found out through the fabulous people at Pier 21 that the name of her ship she arrived on was called the Ascania and they caught in in Le Havre France and then sailed to Halifax. How exciting to find out this information. Thank you to you all at Pier 21 in Halifax♥

I am so very proud to know of my heritage from our Family
especially for my lovely Grandmother♥

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

Wednesday, 16 May 2012

When you arise in the morning, 
give thanks for the morning light,
for your life and strength.
Give thanks for your food,
and the joy of living.
~ Tecumseh ~

Saturday, 12 May 2012

A Mother

No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother's love.  It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star.  ~Edwin Hubbell Chapin

Friday, 11 May 2012

A Mother's Walk

The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked. The guide said, "Yes, and the way is hard. You will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."
But the young mother was happy, and she could not believe that anything could be better than these years.
So she played with her children, gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams. As the sun shone on them, the young mother cried, "Nothing could ever be lovelier than this."
Then the night came ... and the storm ... and the path became dark. The children shook with fear and cold. The mother drew them close to her and covered them with her mantle.
The children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near. No harm can come to us."
Then morning came. There was a hill ahead, and the mother and her children climbed it and grew weary. She would frequently tell the children, "Keep your patience because we are almost there."
So the children continued to climb. When they reached the top, they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."
When the mother laid down at night, she looked up at the stars and thought, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today I have given them strength."
The next day, strange clouds appeared which darkened the earth ... clouds of war, hate, and evil. As the children groped and stumbled, the mother said, "Look up! Lift your eyes to the light!"
The children looked. They saw above the clouds, an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness.
That night, the mother said, " This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God."
The days went on, and the weeks, and the months, and the years. The mother grew old and she was little and bent over. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage.
When the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather. At last they came to the top of a hill. They could see a shining road with a golden gate that opened wide.
The mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. I now know that the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them."
The children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates.
They stood and watched her as she went on alone. The gates closed after her. The children said, "We cannot see her, but she is still with us. A mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence."
Our mother is always with us. She's the whisper of the leaves as we walk down the street. She's the smell of bleach in our freshly laundered socks. She's the cool hand on our brow when we're not feeling well.
Our Mother lives inside our laughter. She's crystallized in every tear drop we shed.
She's the place we came from ... our first home. She's the map we follow with every step we take.
She's our first love and our first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate us from her ...Not time ... not space ... not even death!

~ Temple Bailey ~
Written for Good Housekeeping Magazine in 1933

Have a fabulous Mother's Day everyone♥

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

Chanel No 5

Thanks a latte for each and every way 
you share your love and your smiles with me♥
Thanks for your visits and kind words
they mean so very much indeed♥

Tuesday, 8 May 2012

Happy Tuesday

"Hope... is the companion of power, and the mother of success; for who so hopes has within him the gift of miracles."
- Samuel Smiles

Monday, 7 May 2012

Sunday, 6 May 2012

Missing you my Late Beloved Mother

To My Late Beloved Mom

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
William Wordsworth

The butterfly is a symbol for the soul in many cultures, the soul in transformation, transition, resurrection, celebration and light. May our souls be lifted daily to the light, transforming within the cocoons of our physical bodies into connection to all that is, our being fluttering lightly with gentle wingstrokes into the breath of life.
"In the Palace" copyright 2011 Emily K. Grieves

I am missing you today on this May 6th which would have been your 
Earth Birthday

as I do each and everyday in every way.

Sending love and prayers up to Heaven
and I cherish and adore you in Heaven as I did here on Earth♥

Someday we shall be reunited.

May God and His Angels watch over you carefully and tenderly.

Friday, 4 May 2012

From an email received today

Roaring, Rumbling, Rainbow

By Linda C. Wright
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky...
~William Wordsworth
"Come visit me in Canada. We'll go to the falls," coaxed my good friend, April. "The Canadian side. I promise you'll see a rainbow."
I adore rainbows. April calls me a rainbow magnet. Since I live in Florida, brief summer showers followed by hot blinding sunshine regularly allow rainbows to grace the suddenly blue sky. I stop to wonder at the beauty of them every time. The opportunity to study a shimmering rainbow cascading over Niagara Falls tugged at my heart. I immediately said yes.
"Besides," I tell April, "I'm part Canadian."
She laughs when I say that.
But I am part Canadian by birth. My grandmother was born in Canada. The family moved to Detroit and continued to regularly make the trek across the bridge to Windsor, Ontario. We spent summers on the Canadian side of Lake Erie frolicking in the ice cold water and dousing our pancakes in pure maple syrup. I hadn't visited Canada in years. Never having seen the falls, this was the perfect time to reconnect with my roots.
"I'm going to see Niagara Falls," I told my seatmate during the flight to Toronto. "And I'm going to see a rainbow."
"There's always a rainbow at the falls," she agreed.
Once in Toronto, April and I spent time doing all things Canadian. I freshened up my high school French by reading the food labels at the grocery store. To escape the cold, we sipped hot, delicious Tim Hortons coffee. I feasted on sinfully rich Nanaimo bars, buying one in every bakery we passed. I embraced everything around me in the not-quite-yet spring of Canada.
April and I planned to make the one-hour drive to Niagara Falls on Sunday. We awoke to a cloudy, grey and drizzly day but even that couldn't dampen my excitement. I was finally headed to the falls to see a Canadian rainbow.
"Don't worry. There's always a rainbow at the falls," April assured me as she drove. "It's how we welcome thousands of visitors to Canada. A sparkling burst of color over the majestic Niagara Falls."
I stared out the window in between the swiping of the windshield wipers.
"Not today. Not a single ray of sunshine is going to make it through those clouds," I whined.
"You've got to have faith," she said, patting my hand.
The car slowly turned the corner. A sweeping vista of water, rushing, pounding, pulsing over piles of rock greeted me. Water flowing from Lake Erie up the Niagara River crashed over the falls before eventually finding its way into Lake Ontario. The sight of this magnificent natural wonder filled me with awe.
April had barely parked the car in its spot when I leaped out, slamming the door behind me. Running across several lanes of traffic, I pulled up my hood, slipped on my gloves and wrapped my scarf a little tighter. I breathed in the mist from the falls, letting it fill my lungs. The sound roared through my ears. The power lit up my soul.
From the Canadian vantage point, the falls are spectacular. All three unique falls in plain view, the flat and straight American Falls, the small and delicate Bridal Veil Falls and the grand and roaring Canadian Horseshoe Falls. Mesmerized, I couldn't take my eyes off the rushing water.
"C'mon. Let's go behind the falls," April suggested when she finally caught up with me.
"You can go behind the falls? How cool is that?" I asked.
The sign read "The Journey Behind the Falls." We paid our admission fee and got in line for the 150-foot elevator ride down. We smiled for the obligatory tourist photo and I couldn't open my wallet fast enough to purchase a picture of April and me standing in front of the falls, photoshopped or not.
My ears popped as we rode in the elevator. Swallowing hard, I couldn't wait for the doors to open. Once below, we wound our way through the dank, cold tunnel. Seeing light ahead of me, I walked toward it. A barricade stopped me from getting near the white light.
"It's frozen." I shivered. "They weren't kidding when they said behind the falls," as I stared at a block of ice the size of a ten-story building. A dull rumble reminded me that water still flowed on the other side, the ice having squashed my rainbow dreams only for the moment.
Once back above the falls April asked, "What do you want to do now?"
"Can we go on the Maid of the Mist?" I asked like an overly excited schoolgirl. "I've always wanted to ride on the Maid of the Mist."
"Look down there," April pointed.
Leaning over the railing I could see the stairs leading down to the dock. Then I looked toward the river to see the steamship icebound.
"Guess the boat can't run through the ice, huh?"
"No. It can't." April answered.
"For sure I'd see a rainbow down there, if only the Maid was running."
"You'll see a rainbow. Don't worry," she reassured me again.
"So far that's not looking too promising."
The falls were all that I had imagined. They left me speechless. But I knew my trip wouldn't be complete without finding the elusive rainbow.
We spent the rest of the day leisurely walking up and down the sidewalk. Every few steps I'd stop and snap more photos. I'd taken over 200 pictures, not wanting to miss a single angle. Every drop of water would be immortalized in the yet to be created, treasured scrapbook of my trip.
As I gazed across the river toward the American side, I couldn't shake the thought that they had a monopoly on rainbows today. Half of me wanted to take the bridge across to see. Half of me wanted to stay right there.
The sun never came out from behind the clouds that day. I tried to pretend the joy of finding a rainbow no longer mattered.
April wrapped her arm around me. "The falls are amazing, eh?"
"More than amazing, they're phenomenal," I answered. "Thanks for bringing me to the Canadian side. It's beautiful."
"I'll go get the car. Stay here and take some more pictures." April left me alone with only my thoughts of the day as my falls experience came to an end.
The falls took on a shimmering golden hue as dusk began to fall. Standing at a spot where the water seemed to flow directly under my feet, I leaned over the railing as far as I dared and took a few more photos. The sound of the car horn jolted me back to the present. I quickly snapped one final shot before heading home.
Chicken Soup for the Soul: O Canada
"Let's check out my pictures," I said as April drove and I scrolled through the photographs now stored in my digital camera. As the roar of the falls faded into the distance, I carefully studied each one. After several minutes, I came to the last photo. I gasped.
There it was, curving through the smoky mist across the Canadian Horseshoe Falls. In the corner of the last picture I took as the water hurried by.
My rainbow by the falls.
Reprinted by permission of Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing, LLC (c) 2012. In order to protect the rights of the copyright holder, no portion of this publication may be reproduced without prior written consent. All rights reserved.

Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Never let anyone dull your sparkle

Never let anyone dull your sparkle♥

The strongest


yet remain
to be
sung ...
~Walt Whitman~


Love my Lisa Stansfield and this remix

Love the New CD I got Every Mother Counts 2 2012

Tuesday, 1 May 2012

Rabbit Rabbit

Let all they joys be as the month of May.

Rabbit Rabbit

The month of May casts her magic spell as spring's promise is finally fulfilled.  This month turns our attention
homeward, as we continue to weave simplicity into our lives .  With fresh eyes and loving, appreciate heart,
we reconsider our daily rounds.  As we learn to savor everyday epiphanies, we encounter the sacred of the ordinary.

From the book
Simple Abundance
by Sarah Ban Breathnach