Funny, you don’t look like a chromophobiac.

February 19, 2019 by
Phobias can get pretty strange.Take ‘antidaephobia’ for instance – the fear that somewhere, somehow, a duck is watching you…

Who are these people?
So tell me, what’s with all these WHITE WALLS?

Few would name their favourite colours as white, beige, grey or black, yet often their closets and home are filled with these bland, neutral tones.
In North America, there seems to be a cultural bias against colour, dismissing it as child-like and frivolous – inconsiderate even, maybe even falling into degeneracy, depravity, disorientation, and excess – instead prizing neutral hues as a mark of urbane coolness and rational mature taste.
 
Scroll through Instagram feeds, flip through interior design magazines, Pinterest uploads…and all you see are interiors filled with white walls.

O.K., sometimes they’re grey. And once in a while – greige. When the designers for these rooms are questioned as to how to make white rooms more interesting, they respond by saying that you just need to add some texture and a pop of colour – like a cushion. 

I’d give up sarcasm, but that would leave me with interpretive dance as my only means of communication.

(There is satisfaction in accurately naming the thing that torments you.)
You probably also now want to know my position on trans fats.

“I’m not afraid of colour, but I’m afraid of the wrong colour.”, say people everywhere.
“What if I get that chartreuse leather sofa I love and hate it in five years? I better go for black.”

“What if that shade of red is too much in that room? Beige is safer.”

“What if I tile my backsplash in cobalt blue, and it hurts the resale value?”

So afraid of making a mistake, they do nothing.

But that in itself could be a mistake. 

A lack of colour makes us feel uneasy, without even realizing why. A colourless space affects our mood negatively, our ability to concentrate, our productivity, as well as the inability to remember the name of the heart-shaped island off the coast of Croatia, between Zadar and Pasman.

(It’s Love Island.)

Instead of giving into these fears, maybe we should just step back and say, “It’s okay to go a little bit nuts – or to put it in gentler terms, fascinatingly unbalanced – to have fun with this whole thing, and to start injecting some colour into my life.”

Not that some of you don’t already have enough colour in your lives – and I don’t mean the walls and furnishings.  

Our lives aren’t pure and perfect, and our homes don’t have to be either.

Hold out for perfect and you end up holding nothing.

Many believe that working with neutrals is easier than working with colour, that they are less daunting and easier to play with and interchange.

They feel that they must be easy to work with because neutrals dominate nature – no, I don’t think so. I think if you’ve actually read what quantum physics has to say about nature as I have – well, I read an email from someone who’d read it…

Neutrals actually can be more difficult to work with than colour as there are different tones in each neutral – greys, browns, blues, greens, yellows, pinks, purples, etc., and combinations thereof.

So, what rooms or areas are best for experimenting with colour?

Dining rooms painted a deep colour, such as claret or aubergine and illuminated by dimmed lighting and candlelight, makes the room feel classier and cosier.

Powder bathrooms can be treated as amped up little gems, painted or wallpapered in crisp, energetic colours.

The front entry painted in a high-octane hue can be transformed from okay to extraordinary. 

So for all you chromophobiacs who are still reticent to take on the challenge of painting a dynamic colour on your wall, purchasing a brightly coloured sofa, or installing a vividly patterned floor, there are always these tried and true ways to bring colour into your life and home.

Fresh flowers and plant pots
Lamps and lampshades
Textiles such as walls hangings, quilts, toss cushions, throws, and area rugs 
Artwork, photos and decorative items such as vases and baskets
Botanicals and plants
Open storage showing off coloured dinnerware
A side chair

So what are the top 3 decorating tips I give to someone who is afraid of colour?

1. Snap out of it.
2. Start small – try adding colourful cushions on your sofa and if you are really daring, a throw.
3. Hire a designer.

Our lives aren’t pure and perfect, and our homes don’t have to be either.

Hold out for perfect and you end up holding nothing.

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1 Heart at a Time

February 13, 2019 by
Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. 

Otherwise known as the day of mismanaged expectations and mysterious chocolates that nobody really enjoys. 

…the day where everyone has an equal chance to be emotionally disappointed. 

Not everybody waits for Valentine’s Day with bated breath. Some of us would rather go into hiding and then emerge out on February 15 to buy up all the discounted chocolate.

Eat what you want, exercise your prerogative, and find a good plastic surgeon who gives frequent flyer miles.  – Miss Piggy

Others of us have more grandiose plans.

1. Have breakfast in bed, preferably with chocolate.
2. Anticipate the delivery of a bouquet of roses.
3. Dinner for two. 
4. Regret eating two dinners. 

Well, at least my whipping cream has a date.

You are never alone on Valentines’s Day if you have bread and are near a lake.  – Nick Primavera

My friends often accuse me of having an intimacy problem. 

But they don’t really know me. 

It’s not that I dislike people. It’s just that I feel better when they aren’t around.

Then again, one of the greatest privileges of being on one’s own is the flattering illusion that one is, in truth, really quite an easy person to live with.

Yes, I think I’m the one.

Well, if you don’t have a sweetheart to consider, you might as well use Valentine’s Day as an excuse to buy something nice for yourself that’s not a quart of ice cream.

If love is the answer, could you rephrase the question?  – Lily Tomlin

It’s no secret that we humans are hardwired for connection, but I think that men are more romantic than women.

For what woman can afford to be romantic, when they know that one day they will probably have to perfect the Lamaze method?

And not only for childbirth.

Love is taking time for yourself, your special people, and of course and ultimately why I write these commodious leitmotifs – for your home.

Making a home in this world is a function of making time to love.

Making time is taking time and giving ‘hyggelite’attention to being a good friend, spouse, daughter, brother – to remember your elderly neighbour with her meowing stray cat, to any that ask for help, and to any of your plants that have names.

Why not show up for even one like you wish someone would show up if it were you? We need to show up for each other. And water our plants.

We have such a lax regard for time, a careless disdain of fate. We take so much for granted, thinking we have all the time in the world, but maybe that last time is the last time we will get to see someone. 

Say “I love you!” while you can.

Speaking like a Hallmark card, the only real gift you can give is a bit of your heart. Caring makes for a stronger heart, for a love of a life worth living.

One can never know anyone as completely as they want. But that’s okay, love is better. The experience against which everything else is measured. 

Pablo Piccasso or Shakespeare or Reece Witherspoon, depending on what social media platform you follow, wisely said that the purpose of your life is to find your gift — and then give it away. 

Speaking of giving, nothing says romance more than a book on parenting. 

By the way, I’m available anytime if you would like to talk – but not now, I want to be alone.

I’m going to put on my pyjamas now because I’ve been out of them for over three hours, and I’m getting a little anxious. 
 
Here’s to a love-ly Valentine’s Day. 

But no pressure.
Unless, of course, that’s what you want.
I mean, we can see how it goes…
This got awkward.
Sorry.
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Going In One Year and Out the Other

January 5, 2019 by
New Year’s resolutions, better known as casual promises that you are under no legal obligation to keep, are generally not for me.

Rather than setting myself up to fail, I prefer to cut out the middleman and jump straight to not doing things.

But 3 years ago, I came up with a resolution I could actually keep. It had everything an achievable goal should have.

It was specific ― not vague or lofty, like “take more pictures of cats” or “ strive to  master making origami cranes” ― it was a small, daily task with measurable results. And it was intrinsically motivated — I was doing this for me and me alone.  

My resolution: drink more alcohol. And I did it. I’m still doing it today. Matter of fact, I’m doing it right now.

It’s a valiant effort.
 
 Statistics show that 92% drop their New Year’s Resolution in about 7 minutes flat. If you are very, very quiet, you can hear them breaking all over the world.
 
My New Year’s resolution is to be more active. Sexually.
Developing a good habit, or breaking a bad one, isn’t easy, as anyone who has endeavoured to make a New Year’s resolution can attest.It is now well-known that there is no magic time interval to make a habit. Not 21 days, not 30 days for majestic abs, not 66 days to stop late night snacking. 

The best way to begin a new habit is to set the bar incredibly low.  You pick something so small, it’s easy to do. For instance, you want a tidy house, then start with tidying up your bathroom. Every Day. That’s it.

Motivation is not required and you never raise the minimum. The goal remains to only tidying up your bathroom  – everyday. Anything more is a bonus. If you want to maintain the habit, and hopefully one day exceed it, you need to be okay with just doing the original version of it.
 
 
 
My New Year’s Resolution is to be a nicer person. Stop laughing. I can do this.
There was a study led by Kaitlin Woolley from Cornell University and Ayelet Fishbach from the University of Chicago in 2016, who found that the enjoyment factor was the only thing that mattered in keeping New Year’s Resolutions.In other words, if you get immediate rewards from your new habits, you will be more likely to stick to them.
This past year I went to the gym four times. My New Year’s resolution is to cut that number in half.
It’s something like the age old age battle of doing what you want to do, and not what you should do -– like always returning your grocery cart and not wearing questionable fashion statements.
 
 “Should-ing” on yourself is never a good idea. It only leads to guilt, shame, remorse, and probably more drinking.

Take that one word, “should” out of your vocabulary, and you may stand a fighting chance of scaling the heights of sorting through those closets, tackling the garage, or thinning out the filing cabinets. 

“Should” implies that whatever you are planning is only a possibility, not a reality. In other words, you’re giving yourself an excuse simply by saying you “should” do something, rather than you “will” do something. 
 
 
 
I’ve been giving it a lot of thought, and I think my New Year’s Resolution is to spend most of 2019 in a kaftan.
The secret also lies in not overthinking.  As Nike says, Just Do It, and pretty soon and before you know it, you may find yourself deep in recycling bags. That is, after you take that 30 minute walk that you vowed to do everyday since 1804.

I know, I’m being surprisingly unhelpful.
 
 So, as someone dragging a trail of abandoned yoga mats and full water bottles, it’s nice to finally see the bottom of a promise fulfilled. And, yes, refilled.
 
My New Year’s Resolution will to become more assertive, if that’s okay with you, guys.
By the way, January 17 is National Ditch New Year’s Resolutions Day, or in the case of a small majority, the anniversary of Prime Minister Patrice Emery Lumumba’s Assassination.
 
Here’s to a powerful and cheerful year. Let’s get started.
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The Presents of Mind

December 13, 2018 by
I remember when Christmas consumerism – I mean decorating – started the day after Hallowe’en.But this year, 2 weeks before Hallowe’en when I was looking for that elusive but necessary, orange plastic pumpkin with interior self-timing lights, I was picking around silver reindeer, gaudy ceramic Christmas elves, and red bead garlands. It’s enough to drive a person to lie down until the impulse to shop passes.

It’s getting earlier every year. Advertisers ramp up their ads. Parking spots vanish, traffic clogs, Christmas carols chant from stores, line-ups lengthen, chocolates are consumed, tape tangles, wrapping paper tears, and boxes break. Disappointment everywhere.

The frenzy builds and before we know it, we’re left with emptier wallets, fuller drawers, and gain a nervous twitch that lasts till May.
 
We are a nation of mostly disposal goods. Each year we spend more and more money, buying more and more stuff. It’s now been rendered so normal by advertising and social media that we hardly have noticed what this collective madness has done to us.
 
  But here’s what I know for sure. You can’t buy serenity or peace of mind, because it’s an inside job and Amazon can’t deliver it in time for Christmas.

This is the most horrible truth and I so resent it.

Also chocolate with 75% cocoa is not actually a food. 

 
  How can we be more environmentally responsible, stretch our dollars, but more importantly, give of our heart?

Do you have picture frames that you could reuse or update by inexpensively changing out a mat, or inserting a new photograph or piece of art?

It is now a comic tradition that every year I secretly take a piece of art off the wall of my son-in-law’s home to reframe or re-mat. The amazing part is, not only does he not miss it, but hardly recognizes it as his own when unwrapping Christmas morning.
 
Can you recover old toss cushions? Make a quilt? Buy from an organization that not only makes items from reused fabrics, but supports people in need?   
  Think about treating your special someone to gifts they can enjoy for months or even years.  

I know, it’s a slippery slope. Next thing you know, you’ll be making your own pasta. Or know where your IKEA Allen key is.
 

  • Subscriptions, memberships, event tickets, or treat them to activities and places to enjoy together. 

 

  • Give them something of yours they have always coveted.

 

  • Package some of your books they would love to own.
 
  

  • Speaking like a Hallmark card, pen a letter telling someone how much you appreciate and love them. Our most potent offering is that of gratitude. Practicing this is a radical act in our excrescent, consumption-driven society, for it’s not what we get, but what we give thanks for, that gives us abundant life. 

 

  • Make a photo book of your last vacation together. 
  Give yourself and your loved ones a Christmas gift by making a personal commitment to being healthy during this holiday season and beyond. Good health is undoubtedly more valuable than anything you can buy.

As for me, I’ve decided that I’ll never get down to my original weight and I’m okay with that. After all, 8 lbs, 7 oz. is just not realistic.
 
By the way, always decorate your home with lots of mistletoe. This won’t really help the environment, but more kissing has got to be good for world peace.                                                                          
  Bake them a cake, write a poem, spend an afternoon with them, but don’t trash the planet to tell someone you care. You can’t do it all, but you can do what you can. 

We don’t know when and how we are leaving the greatest marks on the world. It all matters. 

Merry Wonderful to all.

By the way, don’t forget to drink water and get plenty of sunlight, because you are basically a plant with more complicated emotions.
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Enough Already!

October 29, 2018 by
It was a Thursday. It started like most Thursdays. An extra hot cappuccino and scrambled eggs. To begin with, I hadn’t planned on crossing “Dumpster Diving” off my bucket list. Mainly because

dumpsterdiving was never on my bucket list. But there it is. Imperfectly imagined. 

This may not have been a deeply salient experience, but all of this happened; more or less. It also

could have lead one to drinking gin at 9 o’clock in the morning. 

 
Here’s what happened.I was once again asked to decorate for the CADS spring gala.

As in most impecunious decorating jobs, it is de rigueur to repeat.

One also is afforded the added challenge of coming up with “cost-effective” ideas. i.e. FREE. 

 

So I thought, for this year, why don’t I use skis and ski boots as the mainstay? 

 

The question now becomes, how was I going to get a zillion free skis and boots? 

 

Kijii.

 

I submitted my plea.

 

Unbeknownst to me, it just so happened that the “biggest ski sale in the world” was starting the next day

– and it just so happened that a volunteer from the sale saw my ad late that night. 

 

She contacted me.

 

I contacted her.

 

And the rest is dumpster history. 
 
 

That is, after two hours of precariously draping over the edge of this 

massive bin laboriously untangling skis from each other and sifting 

through soggy Starbucks cups, half-eaten McDonalds hamburgers and 

Twinkies, cardboard and bubble wrap, bologna wrappers and apple cores, 

growth hormone flyers and a broken umbrella, ripped sweaters and i-Phone 

cords, dripping beer cans and sticky lime green fluorescent tape. 



So two hours later, looking like 40 miles of rough road with a couple of digits 

ceremoniously glued together, I had this.
 Jesus, Mary, and Joseph and all his carpenter friends!

 
“Enough.”, said my back. “But I want more.” I answered. “Maybe I can come back tomorrow.” 

“That’s enough.”, said my brain.

“How do you know it’s enough?”, I retorted. 

“I need more.”, now sounding like the whining modulations of a circular saw. 

“Enough is enough.”, repeated my back.

 
Our culture measures our worth by our efficiency, our earnings, or our ability to perform. Many of usthink that we are not allowed to say we have enough. It almost seems undemocratic. 

 

Enough doesn’t mean everything is perfect, complete or done; it simply means we have enough

because we’ve met a goal.

 

Whether in our home, at work, in our closet, on our dinner plate, or in our schedule, we get to say,

“That’s enough.” 

 

We not only get to say enough, we have to say it.
 
 
So how much is enough? Are 2 pairs of running shoes enough?

Are 6 black tee shirts enough?

Are 3 sets of dishes enough – one set for company that never seems to get used?

Are 47 pairs of skis enough? 

 
 Again, how much is enough?

We need to be watchful about what comes into our home, and purposeful about what goes out. 

The idea of infinite economic growth is the biggest threat we face.
 

So what can we do differently?
 

1. Don’t buy it unless you really want/need it. – Our reliance on the ability to return pretty much
anything is handy, but not so great for the earth. Why? Because most of those things you return are
not resalable and as a result end up in the dumpster.
 

2. Buy really good quality items. – Invest in something that is good quality so that you don’t end up

having to buy 3 or 4 of the same thing or replace a piece of furniture because it was not solid wood

that can be repaired if chipped or scratched.

3. Organize your belongings so you don’t buy another one of the same because you can’t find it. 

4. Eat those solo bananas. – Often stores throw out solo bananas because no one ever buys them.

So give them some love and put them in your cart.

5. Buy locally. – Buying locally will help reduce waste because local producers are less likely to waste 

food and packaging, merely because they can’t afford to just throw away heaps of what they have produced.

6. Support smaller stores or non-chains.

7. Borrow or barter. – Instead of buying something that you may only use once or twice, think about

who you know that already has one. 

 

 

Sometimes we think our good is not good enough. We forget that our life is enough. That our rutted,

long road is enough – that each day is enough. That our calling, our story, our singleness, our children,

our body, our friends, our health – all of this is more than enough. 
 

We don’t build our life by being better than someone else; we build our life by being better than we

used to be. 

 
By the way if anyone has any skis, snowboards or ski boots they don’t need, I don’t have enough.
 
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Nothing Left To Lose

October 20, 2018 by

 

Yesterday I lost the cat. So it seems that not only can I lose my bearings, my mind, and my car – often at the same time – I can also lose animals. In my own house. Not to mention, it’s not my cat and it’s a small house. A condo. Small. Really small. 

I would’ve lost my watch too, but I found it when I was looking in the freezer for my sunglasses.

I would appreciate it if you kept this under your hat, as it’s not the kind of information that endears one to many.

But in my defence, this cat makes Houdini look like an amateur. 
 So 4½ hours later, after calling all respective institutions as to what to do when you lose a cat, waiting for a return phone call from the respective owners telling them I had lost the cat, completing all necessary tasks from the respective institutions as to what to do when you lose a cat – along with walking around the neighbourhood for an hour shaking respective treat bag – I was on the phone soliciting sympathy, when I turned around and there he  was…calming watching me from the top of the fireplace mantle wondering what all the fuss was about.

To this day, I have no idea whether The Cat had been in the house the whole time or had sneaked in the open front door, as per instructions from respective institutions when losing a cat.
 
 We have spoken at length in previous posts about my unsurpassable spacial intelligence, i.e. getting lost or losing things – like my car.

Being super organized, I can find a paper clip in under 3 seconds, but trying to find the Starbucks I passed a half hour ago in a new city…well, that’s a different story.

By the way, when I ask for directions, please don’t use words like “east”.
 
 I think most of us only have about eleven genuinely interesting moments in our life; the rest is filler.

Unfortunately, my interesting moments may have been the times I have gotten lost.

Being lost can have it’s benefits, in that I have found find myself in places I never knew were there, in situations I never could have imagined, and with people I would not otherwise have met. 
I mean I could write a field guide to getting lost, but I would probably lose the manuscript. 
 
When I tell others of my inbred misfortune, they shake their heads woefully, as a non-existent sense of direction is as incomprehensible to them as reading a map is to me – no less comforting and much more frightening.Kafka, the great patron of self-criticism, captured this pathology perfectly: “There’s only one thing certain. That is one’s own inadequacy.”Modify your remarks accordingly.

Nevertheless, these episodes make for a ready story when dinner conversation lags. Besides, nobody wants to hear – Yes, everything went according to plan.

Where‘s the story in that?
 
 
 The question then, is how to get lost.

Growth in life happens on the edge, rather than in security. Cause you can’t get far if you observe all the rules.

This “not knowing” is what drives life. It’s curiosity that makes you get up every morning, driving you forward, wondering what’s next. And if you don’t know where you’re going, anywhere seems like an intriguing option.
 
What then, is the difference between not finding your way and losing yourself? 

Somewhere in between lies discovery; of places, ideas, and the store with that great pair of shoes you saw yesterday. 
 
Galway, Ireland
…or a cat pillow,
 

Pillows found while getting lost in Bridgetown, Hilo, and Kotor, Montenegro.

 
St John’s, Newfoundland
 or a cat mural. 
 
 

 

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Standing Tall

October 11, 2018 by
ME: “I’m back.”YOU: “What?”, you ask the Other across the breakfast table, “I didn’t know she was away.”

ME:  “Yessss…I just drove 11,767 kms. forth and back across our fair and great country – an accomplishment of galactic proportions and worthy of worship.
I mean, you didn’t even miss me?”

YOU: “Ummm….”
Yup, I just stepped out for a breath of fresh air and the next thing I knew I was in the Bata Shoe Museum in Toronto.
 
 It’s the shoes.

It’s always the shoes. The first step to another adventure.
 
By the way, if money can’t buy happiness, explain shoes. 
 
Victoria, Prince Edward Island
 

Grant me chastity and self-control, but please, God, not yet. – St. Augustine
Travelling the breadth of our country is like continually writing a love letter, as each step I took led to a deeper admiration, appreciation and understanding that we are always in partnership with nature and humanity.

Even if we live alone or cloistered like the nuns in Le Monastère des Augustines in Quebec City (staying here was the highlight of my trip), no one exists alone in this world. https://monastere.ca/en
 
 Travelling is one of the few things we undertake in an attempt to make ourselves happy, often in our particular and individual solipsistic way. And often, in mesmerizing ways, we fail.

We get frustrated, obnoxious, impatient, and sometimes downright rude when things don’t go our way, when there are delays, when something is unfamiliar or uncomfortable, or when the obtuse waiter forgets to bring wine with our cheese.
 
 
The Blue Rocks, Nova Scotia
 There are few things that can shake up our baseboards and open up our eyes than travelling.

Except maybe sag and new liver spots.
We no longer have excuses of too much work at the office, we’re the best man at our step-brother’s wedding, have children to take to soccer and mother-in-laws to the doctor – we are stripped clean of all our props.
Travelling is not that simple, and like most everything else, like purging, hanging art and picking exterior colours, it’s an art that has to be learned and practiced.  
 
Lunenburg, Nova Scotia
 Travel makes you focus on the here and now, not the past wrong turn. And trust me, there were many.

Many who wander, are indeed lost. Or is it just me?
 
 But I played the cards I’d been dealt with the elegance of wet cardboard, demonstrating some outstanding bad behaviour. 

(By the way, before you judge someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you judge them, you’re a mile away and you have their shoes.)
 
Nelson Mandela Exhibition: Canadian Museum of Human Rights, Winnipeg
 This shows you how my mind works — quick, and away from the point.

 
There is, in fact, such a thing as going to a place and not actually being there.
But here’s the thing. It is fast becoming an epidemic of epic proportions; taking pictures of anything and anyone that moves or doesn’t, the second one enters a room, sights a building, or of a small bird flying107 feet above them.It is deploring how seldom people actually see – notice details, nuances, the dappling of shapes and shadows, the beauty of imperfection: scratches, chips, cracks. Or pay attention to their feelings and impressions –  not only of simple things, but often impressive things.

We need to slow down and spend longer looking, maybe even leaving your camera in the car in order to enjoy the moment for what it is, and what it leaves you with. 

Think about how often you revisit the multitudes of pictures compared to how often you remember and retell your experiences.
 
And how often do you allow yourself to sit at a cafe or a park bench, and just watch people? 
 
 
Quebec City
 
We travellers lose things that are precious to us (makeup kit, pyjamas bottoms, driver’s license, lens cap, one sandal, iPhone cord, three socks and four books), have plans that fall apart and then come together, find folk artisans, hat-makers to the stars, the tallest waterfall, pilot whales and bald eagles, unknown animals in trees, a weird sculpture park, a gravity hill, and make profound friendships with people we may never see again.
 
 
Timmons Folk Art – Pleasant Bay, Nova Scotia
 
 
Lakenenland – Marquette County, Michigan
 
                  Somewhere, U.S.A.                                                                  Ellsworth, Michigan
             Pleasant Bay, Nova Scotia                                                           Massey Motel, Michigan
 Travelling can teach us to try new colour combinations, to add more texture, or to sprinkle some joy with unique and special pieces purchased along the way. These are the pieces that level up a room, adding personality and soul, as well as reminding you of your travels every time you step into the room. 
 
              Lunenburg, Nova Scotia                                                    Victoria, Prince Edward Island
                     Bar Harbour, Maine                                                       Blue Rocks, Nova Scotia
 Wherever you go, you bring yourself along with you.
Travel, like our home, has a memorializing function, and what they are helping us to remember is, strangely enough, ourselves.
Travelling, like a well-designed room, requires at once, a touch of sophistication whilst having an edge.In a room, that means pairing something slick or smooth with an element that is rough or has that timeworn patina; a bit of grit with a whole lotta glam. 
 Saint-Pierre-de-Ile-d’Orleans, Quebec
 The lessons we learn while traveling are the ones we receive on our inward journey. That is the true power of travel. It shows us that there’s a world of endless opportunity to be discovered and waiting for us. Ultimately it’s the journey within the journey that matters the most, and which will take us the furthest.
 
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Meanderings and Musings

August 20, 2018 by
It has and will be, an odd year of travel for me. First and foremost, I seemed to have inadvertently forgot to book a multitude of flights during the first 6 months, given it was the coldest winter since Moses was a child.
 
 
  Parking bans. Snowmageddon. Polar vortex. Heaping snowbanks. Bone-chilling mornings. Diving mercury. Giant snowbanks. Storm warnings. Collective pleas for mercy. Ploughing. Pushing. Shovelling. Ploughing. Pushing. Shovelling.

It got to be that complaining about the cold weather was a waste of warm air. 
 
When my brain finally thawed out about June 4, it seemed I still hadn’t remembered about airplanes. Instead – again inadvertently – I chose driving trips. As in, looking-like-a-carseat. The only thing I love less than driving trips, is I-Love-Not-Camping trips.

I honestly have no idea how this happened. A complete digression from real life as I know it.  Not life-altering shocks, only subtle diminishment. 
 
 
  Make Me Wanna Roll My Windows Down and Cruise
Pondering this turn of affairs, I realized that I have partaken in a substantial number of global and epic drives: The Road to Hana in Maui, The Great Ocean Road in Australia, The Oregon Trail, Ireland’s Wild Atlantic Way, The Cabot Trail, a few hundred kms. of Route 66, The Yukon Golden Circle, meandering through the Alps, The Alaska Highway, The Adriatic Highway from Montenegro to Croatia, Badlands National Park, Germany’s Black Forest Panoramic Route, our own Icefields Parkway and Cowboy Trail, and who can beat driving through smoke-filled British Columbia every summer. So I guess it’s no surprise that I’m going to embark and repeat one I’ve done before. But this time I am doing it the opposite way, circumnavigating the globe by weaving through the Martimes and Maine from Toronto, and then driving all the way back.

To drive across Canada once may be regarded as misfortune.
To drive across twice looks like carelessness.

It may also be that I felt in advance the vague distaste of physical exertion, so sitting in a car would alleviate any of this risk.

As Oscar Wilde quipped, I have one of those terrible weak natures that is not susceptible to influence. 

Keep me in your prayer pot. 
  What is travel and why do we do it?
Ask 20 people and they will give 20 different answers.

There is not just one kind of journey. There are those journeys that have a set itinerary and destination, where the traveller is simply along for the ride. A getaway. A vacation. A change of scenery. A break.

And then there are journeys that lack any sort of distinct roadmap. This is the kind that some consider to be real travel. The kind of travel that changes who you are and how you see the world.
 
Fresh air, great scenery, and the wide open road are the Holy Trinity of freedom.
  Some Chinese dude said that a good traveller has no fixed plans and is not intent of arriving.
  But being lost can have it’s benefits, in that I have found find myself in places I never knew were there, in situations I never could have imagined, and with people I would not otherwise have met.
Anais Nin said, “It is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar.” And if you don’t know where you’re going, anywhere seems like an intriguing option. 

But the last time I checked, I’m exactly where I usually am.

Lost.

Wishing I had brought breadcrumbs. 
  I envy those blessed with an innate sense of direction – people who can find their way back to a Starbucks passed over an hour ago…what store had that polka dot sweater…the tall cathedral in the middle of the square.

Had I been leading the pioneers in Westward Ho!, we would still be going in circles somewhere in New Jersey.

But I do strive to stay out of areas with high winds, lots of ice, and places where there is country and western music.

I have also tried filing with the Canadian Unfairness Commission, but they haven’t as yet responded. 
  As they say, anything worth doing, is worth doing badly. Not that that has stopped me. 
I have long surrendered to getting lost, choosing instead to romanticize these episodes, making for a ready story when dinner conversation lags.Besides, nobody wants to hear that – Yes, everything went according to plan.

How can that even be remotely interesting? 
  I have discovered through pugilistic experiences that one of the secrets of life is to keep expectations low. Luckily I am still drinking, for that should help immensely.
 
So where I am going with this? In case you missed it, this is a pun. 
I have never forgotten a story interior decorator Alexandra Stoddard tells of her first boss, who turned the office lights off at five o’clock every workday believing that her employees should use their evenings to go to places and events such as art galleries, historic buildings, concerts, museums, films, back alleys, or to be in nature. She felt that partaking and involving themselves in outside pursuits and places would enable them to become better designers; well-rounded, creative, able to think outside the box, and better able to serve themselves and others.
 
 
Curiosity is our friend that teaches us how to become ourselves. And it’s a very gentle friend and a very forgiving friend, and a very constant one.                                                                                      – Elizabeth Gilbert
Without wanderlust and an acute case of curiosity, even if it is only in your own backyard, one may get stuck in a routine, growing stagnant and complacent. Unless you happen to be Emily Dickinson, Brian Wilson or Howard Hughes.
As Saint Augustine famously said, “The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”We are only one thing among many.”
Speaking of wanderlust, I wandered into the bathroom of a nightclub last night and found this gem of requisite information. Did you know that every 5 years a woman uses her height in lipstick?

I know you are thinking – how would they even measure that?

It can leave you reeling. 
 

It is truly surprising what one can discover and uncover at places you have probably passed a zillion times, but have never thought to investigate.
Yes, you say – I’ll stop someday when I have time or bronchitis, which amounts to the same thing.  
  But how pray tell, are you ever going to find the overlooked and the undervalued.

…the chartreuse vase, the dreamy bedding, that set of penguin salt and pepper shakers, the cat pillow, the tropical flamingo print bean bag chair, the powder blue pipework candelabra, or a great shoe sale?
 
  It’s just simply a matter of sticking your head out and going for it.

                                                                                     
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Lost Connections

August 5, 2018 by
I am struggling to write this post. Any encouragement I can get will be good for my soul at a time when I’m just tempted to watch The Office on Netflix. Then again, if I don’t put a post out, I won’t have to encounter the disappointment that follows from contact with reality. 
One reason I am struggling, is that iCloud has not been syncing my photographs or contacts. In fact, at last count, I have 13,749 contacts. I even tried using my best technological knowledge and unplugged my computer and plugged it back in. Secondly, I hate being confined, even if it is for my own good. And others.I’m with Patty Smith who opens her book, “M Train”, with the line, “It’s not so easy writing about nothing.” 

I don’t know. Many of you say I’ve been doing that for years. 

The part of writing that most confounds me most is the writing part.
 
  Samuel Beckett said, “There are two moments worthwhile in writing, the one where you start and the other where you throw it in the waste-paper basket.”

Nevertheless, I’m starting.  And since I can’t come up with anything, let’s talk about my latest peregrination.
 
  Last week I was strolling down what is now my favourite street in Vancouver – Main Street.

Yes. Even though Vancouver is a beautifully blustering city with a population of 631,486 as of the 2016 census, it has a Main Street. It’s kinda in the middle of the city. The middle part. 

Now, there is nothing more in the world I LOVE, than to wander the streets with my camera – and VISA card.

Cause if money can’t buy happiness, explain shoes.
 
And after that, there is nothing more I love than a creative, intriguing window display. 
 
  Notwithstanding these fantastic window displays, I was also captivated by what they had printed on their store window as their philosophy of being.  
 
 
  Reconfigure, embellish, reimagine, patch.

These four words reminded me that we don’t have to copy the customs of the world, but instead take a new and fresh interest in everything we do and think, reminded that we are called to move in this world like a reed, not a rock.

We need to put effort into discovering fresh sources of novelty, into studying it properly with our eyes wide open.

At its best, art is a tool that show us how little we have understood and how little we have noticed.
 
  When was the last time you looked at anything solely and concentratedly for its own sake?
 
  The way to develop the habit of really seeing, is to pause when something is beautiful or good or catches your attention.

Pause –  then totally immerse yourself in the experience of savouring. It’s not natural to us – it’s learned behaviour and a choice. 

Actions develop into habits, which in turn ultimately harden into character. 
 
  Reconfigure, embellish, reimagine, patch.

These four words reminded me that we don’t have to copy the customs of the world, but instead take a new and fresh interest in everything we do and think, reminded that we are called to move in this world like a reed, not a rock.

We need to put effort into discovering fresh sources of novelty, into studying it properly with our eyes wide open.

At its best, art is a tool that show us how little we have understood and how little we have noticed.
 
  
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Fanny Packs and shoulder pads

April 11, 2018 by

Made in Canada 
Trend forecaster Faith Popcorn coined the term “smalling” in 2017 predicting the rise of smaller companies and craftspeople: makers, sewers, artisans, and retailers.  

This ‘smalling’ shift goes hand in hand with diversity, reflecting the trust and the desire to buy from those providing jobs in their community, whilst worrying that international firms are buying brands here and taking away local jobs. 
Call it nostalgia, call it a response to social and economic responsibility, but there is fast becoming a pull toward carefully made, hand-crafted objects.Let’s just hope however, that this doesn’t mean the return of Fanny Packs and shoulder pads.  

Although I do see that macrame plant holders are on the rise. Literally.
 

Now I am not necessarily encouraging you to run down into your basement to unearth some of these long forgotten creations because really, some things are a real case of impaired judgment.

I’m not always sarcastic. Sometimes I’m sleeping.

Speaking of economy, some may call eating 5 boxes of Girl Scout cookies alone, a problem.  

I call it supporting local female entrepreneurs.
 
By the way, experts say that as much as $10B Canadian Tire money is stashed in offshore glove compartments.
 
 
 

A great living space should make you excited to come home every day.

To maintain a sense of surprise, you need to surround yourself with things you really enjoy. Weird or wondrous, wacky or out of this world. They may not be to everyone’s taste, but they mirror your interests and that is what counts.  

For the most part.

A home’s power comes from what is treasured. How you display them is the “coup de grâce”.

The test is passion. And a good idea.  

A good idea always makes the difference between a home you appreciate and a home you adore.

Some details are small in duration rather than in size. 

A peek is often more powerful than a picture window. Like the view from the stair landing. Tomatoes in a bowl. A sculpture in an alcove. Stems of forsythia in a vase.
 
Your home is your story. Take it personally.  

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