March 2017 – Page 2 – Jennifer Michie

March 13, 2017 / 0 Comments

A Sunshine Filled Monday

Monday mornings come around all to quickly for me. But this has been a peaceful Monday so far. We grabbed a cup of coffee this morning and chit-chatted before Mr. Michie got the bus and I did my run. I kept stopping to look at things. There are daffodils everywhere now. In clumps of golden egg yolk hues and buttercup yellow. The sun was shining and the air was cool and so fresh. The birds were singing in the woods. I watched two little coal tits gathering fluff and twigs to build a nest. The woodpecker was busy finding bugs in a dead tree by the pond and the ducks were waddling around in groups.

I finished my run and went to the grocery store to get ingredients for dinner. The dryer is whirring away as I get caught up on laundry after the weekend. There is a fresh breeze blowing in through the curtains and I’ve been listening to beach music this morning. Barbara Lewis is shoo-bopping while I type. With all this sunshine and my beach music playing, all I want to do today is a get a hot dog from Jack’s Cosmic Dogs and go dip my toes in the sand. A girl can dream can’t she? Here’s to the sunshine, because it fills my heart with light!

March 10, 2017 / 0 Comments

A Spinner of Tales

I learned earlier this week that someone who had a great impact on my life, both personally and artistically, has passed away. We had been out of touch for a little while, yet I thought about him often.

R. was someone very special to me. I can’t quite get my head around the fact that he is dead. He was joyous, he was kind, he was funny. He was a gentle spirit.

R. was a fascinating man. He was a collector of things, like a little magpie. He was the guy you wanted to sit next to at dinner or at a cocktail party. He was a spinner of stories. He often shared the greatest tales: Growing up in Hong Kong, before being sent back to England for boarding school; school holidays spent on the Cornish coast with his aunt and uncle who looked after him; adventures in London through the 70s; and the many artists he worked with and the anecdotes he had of them were incredible.

He was always thinking, always seeing things with new eyes. He was a wonderful flute player. He was an avid reader and a superb gardener. We once traded a cutting from an aloe plant, of mine, for some marigold seeds from his sister’s garden in Denmark. He was a great builder of things. He was a pixie. His stories shall stay with me and it is now my turn to carry on spinning, weaving his tales so they are not forgotten.

I am so grateful for the time that I had with him and honoured that he let me see just a little bit of his world. For, he is someone I will never forget. I was lucky enough to call him my friend and I will dearly miss him.

March 3, 2017 / 0 Comments

Yee Haw!

Yeeeeee Haw!! We made it to the weekend! I’m so very ready for this weekend to begin. This has been a loop-de-do crazy week. It’s been raining off and on most of this week, but it looks like the rain might hold off long enough tomorrow for us to do our morning run and not get soaked.

Fingers crossed it keeps holding, so we are able to complete a couple of errands and not have to worry about everything getting wet as we walk along. Mr. Michie is trying his best to fight off one heck of a cold, so I think some bundled-up-under-blankets-on-the-couch movie time is definitely in order. Here’s to the weekend, long may it last!

{Image: Betty Miles,1945, FOUND}

March 1, 2017 / 0 Comments

Writing on the Wall #142

Today represents not only the first of the month, but also the beginning of Lent. It’s a time to turn the page, to reflect and to refresh. In my family we always added an activity as well as giving something up. This Lent one of the things Mr. Michie and I have decided to add in, is a twenty minute period of mediation each day. We hope to use this as a time to consider, to step back and to catch our breaths. We’re also giving up dessert. That has become a big deal around these parts. Even with all of our running/exercise we still eat a cookie or a square of chocolate with a cup of tea at night; occasionally we share a cupcake from the bakery. I’m already looking forward to our Easter basket, I hope the Easter Bunny packs it full of chocolate and jelly beans and Peeps!

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