M. M. MacLellanChristmas is history! My eyes had become attuned to our home in all its festive glory so initially the walls seemed bare when we “undecked” the halls. But as they refocused on the less-embellished décor - it was kind of nice. Our living room, which truly is a space where we live a cozy existence during these cold January days – well, not so much during the day….but after five, when I turn on the lamps and settle in for a spell….pick up a magazine…or scurry through the home shows on the PVR for some useful or inspiring tidbits.
I don’t like putting emphasis on “possessions”, but that being said - I am devoted to living a life surrounded by...things that are beautiful, meaningful, and that bring me joy. Mostly these “things” are tangible reminders of the dear hearts who know me well - and love me anyway. Gazing around the room, I count my blessings, grateful for the fine folks in my life.
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M. M. MaclellanThere are various things that lure me into a book and make it a favourite. Often it’s the sense of wanting to know more…about a topic, or a setting, or an experience…
A friend loaned me her copy of The Lace Reader by Brunonia Barry. Not only did I looove the story. How could I not – a dab of dysfunction…a morsel of mental illness…a smidgen of the supernatural - and set in modern-day Salem, MA. Yes, I admit, I have a fervent interest in the metaphysical. I can absolutely relate to Stephen King who disclosed in his book, On Writing, “I have a love of the night and the unquiet coffin.” Yes, Mr. King….me too! M. M. MacLellan“In the end, only kindness matters”, Jewel’s haunting lyrics from her song, Hands, is such a beautiful affirmation.
It was several years ago that we set out on a Thailand adventure. When I revisit memories of our experiences with the happy Thai people, it seems Jewel’s mantra expresses perfectly how they choose to honour their lives. It’s very cold on the Manitoba prairie this January day – but what a great opportunity to warm the soul by sharing kindnesses encountered. M. M. maclellanI love that our home, like our life, changes and evolves. And fulfills not just our basic immediate needs, but our desires into the future.
It was our starter home. Our family home. Now it’s our “empty nest” and our place to embrace new family (Finally! Daughters!) and a beautiful, new generation. It will be our retirement home. It is our sanctuary. Our friend. M. M. MacLellanWhere are you Mr. Robin?? It’s April 27 – and even though you’ve been spotted in the neighbour’s yard…I have yet to see you in mine. And it’s Spring, dammit!! Won’t you come and just make that official?? Later…in a scene reminiscent of The Birds, a flock flew in from the east and settled in our Mountain Ash. The tree was alive with the fluttering of 50 wings! Welcome!!! M. M. MacLellanI’m not a very good listener… which is an appalling admission for a writer. It’s my wandering and wondering wild mind that flits me from place to place rather than being present to the moment.
Yep I can annoy my partner to no end… appearing to intently watch a tv show or a movie, then having to ask What happened? Can you rewind it? Can we put on closed captioning? In exasperation he will ask, “Weren’t you listening???” M. M. MacLellan “But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables Spring seems such a long way away as I write this…even though it is April, the wind is whipping the bare branches of maples, and the snow continues to fall….not soft like December snow…but icy little pellets that stab away at my efforts to think positive thoughts. But daily life continues. And I am beginning to glimpse shadows through the veil of a very dark place I occasionally visit. |
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