It’s a Funny Thing


That’s What Makes Us Strong

If you love somebody
Then that means you need somebody
And if you need somebody
That’s what makes you weak
But if you know you’re weak
And you know you need someone
O it’s a funny thing
That’s what makes you strong

That’s what makes you strong
That’s what gives you power
That’s what lets the meek come sit beside the king
That’s what lets us smile
In our final hour
That’s what moves our souls
And that’s what makes us sing

And to trust somebody
Is to be disappointed
It’s never what you wanted
And it happens every time
But if you’re the trusting kind
This don’t even cross your mind
O it’s a funny thing
That’s what makes you strong

That’s what makes you strong
That’s what gives you power
That’s what lets the meek come sit beside the king
That’s what lets us smile
In our final hour
That’s what moves our souls
And that’s what makes us sing

Written by Jesse Winchester • Copyright © BMG Rights Management US, LLC



The past few months have filled with some beautiful blessings and simultaneously some really difficult events that are hard to bare because they hurt, are painful, make me cry, sadden me, and feel deep grief. When I feel this way I turn to relying even more on a having a daily conscious contact with the God of my understanding through prayer.

As well, creativity becomes my therapy, so I paint and write. What really helps is listening to some of my favourite singer song writers, such as Eric Bibb, and the late Jesse Winchester. The youtube video I’ve linked to really comforts me. His wise words always deeply resonate with me especially today. Jesse died a number of years back after a battle with cancer and like so many of his devoted fans, I was heartbroken. Jesse had this way of touching the heart, because he spoke the language of love.

He’ll always be alive in my heart, like all of those I’ve loved and who’ve left this mortal coil.


Not Happy


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When I’m unhappy humour always helps, always…

One thing about happiness, it’s got to be balanced with unhappiness. I don’t mean fifty/fifty all the time. But it’s impossible to be happy all the time. Sometimes our happiness or unhappiness is 20/80 etc. But if your mostly unhappy you have to find out why and how you can change that in the best way possible without the use and abuse of reality altering substances, because that’s only gonna “f’ you up, and I’m not talkin’ funk.

Today I was feeling a little isolated,  a little lonely, a little sad, and bored with myself really, which also left me feeling pretty unmotivated and longing for ice cream. I tell myself that makes me feel better, but it’s only a temporary measure, because I’m an emotional eater.

So, I decided to take some creative action, which is always the antidote to worry or sadness for me that works. I got out my drawing tools and continued working on a painting I started last week. I felt better.

Then I got some really bad news, and then felt much worse. I noticed a friend posted this youtube video of Johnny Cash singing “Hurt”. I’d heard this before, but didn’t see the video. It made me reflect deeply, about how we all experience love, loss, regret, consequence, great happiness and deep sadness in life. And besides all that, no one gets out of here alive. But we’re all on the same ship together so we may as well enjoy the ride for as long as we can until it’s time to embark upon the shore.

Then I remembered listening to a rebroadcast of an interview earlier today, with Sheryl Sandburg from Face Book who’d suddenly lost her husband Dave Goldburg. She wrote Lean In and after losing her beloved husband, and was left with two young children to care for, she had a really rough go and eventually wrote her new book, Option Two.

I felt better.

Pandora – The Star and The Rainbow Goddess

The Star – Pandora and The Goddess of the Rainbow       Egg Tempera – Catherine Meyers  2017                                                                                                                                                                           Spending 31 weekends, over 31 years with a group of women I’ve known for over half of my life is a rare exception for most female friends, and it makes me very happy.                                                                  It’s a great blessing we ‘re all very grateful for, seeing one another through countless major life events and experiences.                                                                                                                                                    We’ve been there for one another in whatever ways possible over the years, resulting in strong bonds. We belong to this tribe, our family of chosen sisters.                                                                                                                                                                                  This close knit group of women have come to understand the importance of belonging, mastery, independance, and generousity, all basic human values needed in order to be good people, to be good women that make for a better families, communities and a better world.  As Crones we hope to impart some of this wisdom to our children and children’s children.                                                                                                   Sometimes we might not have always liked one another, but there’s absolutely no doubt, we love each other in very special ways.  As time passes the bond and love we share I think increases with each year.                                                                                                                                                                                            Each one of us, in our own way I believe, just like the image of Pandora and the Star of Hope symbolizing that part of us, despite our disappointments, depression, sorrows and loss, we can still cling to a deep sense of meaning and a future which might grow out of the unhappiness of our past.                                                                                                                                                                             Hope does not make those Spites disappear, but somehow it offers faith and Pandora’s eyes are fixed not on unhappiness of the human condition but on an inexplicable sense there will be a dawn in the midst of difficulties. The quality of hope has nothing to do with our planned expectations. It is connected with something deep within us called the will to live.                                                                                                                                               
Eyland’s Acre – Very early Sunday July 16th 2017 – An early morning blessing of Doe and Fawn.
The Tribe at Jost Winery Saturday afternoon with Rawlin’s Cross July 15th 2017 – No rain in sight!           
Wild Flowers – Treva’s Cottage. July 14th – 16th WW31 2017

This Door Makes Me So Dang Happy!

My New Door!

There was once a time I thought happiness eluded me, and it was like the magic door that some folks where lucky enough to find, open, and walk through into the world of happy, but not me. I thank God I no longer feel or believe this, because after twenty three years of recovery from the use and abuse of reality altering substances, certainly has made all the difference in my ability. to be happy.

Grateful for having been raised by a dear, wise and gentle spirited mother who imparted her belief in God to me, amd which gave me freedom to find my own spiritual path, and a foundation to build my faith upon. This faith was not actualized until I began to clearly come to understand and accept how I was affected by the disease of alcoholism.

The first first four years in recovery I was in an alcoholic fog, When I finally began to apply the spiritual principles of the 12 Step programs, things began to make sense and fit into place. It was only then that I could truly and honestly live a full life, on life’s terms, not mine, and that I was the only one responsible for my own happiness..

I can honestly say, today I’m happier then I’ve ever been in my life. I understand we all must have our basic needs met such as food and shelter before we can begin to experience some happiness. and this can be a challenge. Poverty is a reality too many have to live with, struggling simply to stay alive. This is something I’m very cognizant of and sensitive to and wish I was one of those who had the means to make a difference.

Knowing how fortunate and blessed I am, makes me so grateful for a countless list, big, small, the good and the bad. Much of the time it’s the small events that happen, bring the most happiness.

Over the past two days I’ve had workers doing house repairs. I was able to have this work done through a grant approval. A number of things that were done are pretty major, but the thing I am so happy about is finally having a solid front door with a lock on it! For a very long time I couldn’t even shut my door without putting a sock in it. Yes that’s what I said, a sock. I really should have taken a picture of the before and after, because I think you might have to see it to believe it.. I can hardly believe it’s finally gone, and I’m transfixed looking at this door because it makes me so dang happy!

So since yesterday I’ve had this brand new beautiful door installed.and it made me so happy, because I’d been living with my rotted and warped hollow wooden door, that had been so exposed to all the elements. I was and am, in awe of my new door. I had to restrain myself from the urge to give the new door a kick shut like I had to do every time I tried to shut the old door.

This new door is a good metaphor for I think, and represents how those little things many might consider insignifcant, can be so very significant to others, and bring great happiness. When you do without certain things, whether it be people, places or things, etc., for so long you come to appreciate them more when you finally are able to experience what it’s like having them.

This new door is not a magic door, but I think it can represent my happiness at this stage of  life, where I feel the happiest, not because of magic, but because of doing the work of life, walking through and accepting whatever lies before me on the other side.

Spring’s Little Things

Canada Geese on the tidal river

It’s been a month to the day since my last post, and then I was anticipating the onset of daylight saving time and the coming of Spring.

Now finally the happiest time of year for me is here, with the arrival of all Spring’s little things I’m observing every day, which fills my heart and lifts my spirit with joy and delight as I watch Spring unfold itself.

Spring is full of the promise of beauty, things, sights, sounds to come. What this beautiful season brings are like old friends, fragrant flowers, green grass, birds, flowering apple trees, watching seedlings grow for my garden and yes, I even welcome the bugs, and I can hardly what to hear the peepers, the bitterns and to see the soaring eagles!

Living on a tidal river, the salt marsh reveals the first sighting of the usual gaggle of Canada Geese that increase in numbers every Spring. I remember when they first came to the salt marsh, there was only a pair.

The day before I listened to the sounds of song birds I’ve not heard since last Spring, and are welcome signs.

Today I had a gang of Lady Bugs that were happily sunning themselves in the window in the mudroom. I transported a few to some of my indoor plants that I’d been having a problem with aphids, because Lady Bugs eat them and find them delicious!.

Lady Bugs in my window today

I went out and pruned my old fashioned Cotton Candy rose bush and then cleaned up my small flower bed in the front dooryard. It was hard work, but I was so happy to be outdoors diggin’ in the good earth again.

Last years’ Cotton Candy Rose

Soon it’ll be June, and it’s always marked by the Lilacs that are just starting to bloom, on my Birthday. The Lilac is one of my very favourite flowers with their intoxicating scent.

I planted my Lilac tree some years ago close to my house, so every time I go outside I smell their fragrance. The Butterflies love them too!

My Lilac tree from last year

Tomorrow I’ll plant my Sunflower seeds out front in my dooryard garden that I cleaned up today.

Last year’s Sunflowers

There are so many things to look forward to in Spring and I intend to enjoy and happily celebrate it’s arrival every single day and the warm days to come.

I look forward to the warm Summer to come, sitting and writing under the canopy of my Maple tree.

Happy Spring!

My sweet,  late,  Fluffo Flower ❤

Tofu That Tastes Like Chicken?

J.P. Sears


Two weeks away from Spring, six days away from Daylight Savings Time, I know that because I’ve been counting! What I don’t know is if there is such a thing as Tofu that tastes like chicken. I’ve tried Tofu and it really grossed me out and it’s got the consistency of bum fat . Just give me the chicken.

People like J.P. Sears make me happy and keep me laughing, which is real important when you’re sick of Winter and whatever else is going on that’s a pain in the Tofu tushy.

J. P. is a seriously funny guy, who understands how important humour is if you don’t want to take yourself too seriously. He’s humble, human, and really humourous. These are the three most important life tools we can have, and I believe are the secret sauce to happiness.


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Recently finding out about this wonderful little word Hygge, that describes a way of being,  I think it closely resembles Eudemonia, which is all about happiness.

Hyyge has it’s origins in Norway and Denmark who say the meaning can’t be described by just one word, and so I’ve been exploring a number definitions. I posted on another one of my blogs about Hygge and one of my blogging friends who lives in the Netherlands said that the Dutch word for Hygge is Gezelligheid, which is snugness, cosy, a bunch of words summed up into this one word.

One of the most extensive interpretations of Hygge I found today on a wonderful word press blog by Louisa Thomsen Brits . She is Danish and English, living in England. Here is her beautiful definition.

” Hygge (“heu-gah”). The art of building sanctuary and community, of inviting closeness and paying attention to what makes us feel open hearted and alive. To create well-being, connection and warmth. A feeling of belonging to the moment and to each other. Celebrating the everyday.

Hygge happens when we commit to the pleasure of the present moment in its simplicity. It’s there in the small rituals and gestures we undertake to give everyday life value and meaning,

that comfort us, make us feel at home, rooted and generous.

We all hygge – around a table for a shared meal, beside a fire on a wet night, making coffee together at work, in the bath with a single candle, wrapped in blankets at the end of a day on the beach, sheltering from the rain at a bus stop, lying spoons, baking in a warm kitchen, alone in bed with a hot water bottle and a good book.

In our overstretched, complex, modern lives, hygge is a resourceful, tangible way to find deeper connection to our families, our communities, our children, our homes and our earth. It’s an uncomplicated, practical method of weaving the stuff of spirit and heart into daily life without sentimentality then taking time to celebrate it on a human scale.


Hygge is a kind of enchantment – a way of stirring the senses, the heart and the imagination, of acknowledging the sacred in the secular – a way of giving something ordinary a special context, spirit and warmth, taking time to make it extraordinary.

Hygge is about appreciation. It’s about how we give and receive. Hygge is about being not having. ”

I’m so happy I found out about Hygge and so I’m making it my 2017 goal to find all the nuances of being more Hygge than I’ve already been but didn’t really know it.


Here’s to having a Hygge life and may all of your moments be Hygge in the New Year and always.