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Bombay Dub Orchestra

While listening to the radio this weekend we discovered a group we had not come across before, or at least knowingly heard them. They are the Bombay Dub Orchestra. The piece played was called “Mumtaz”.

I’ve not been able to get it out of my head. We got the album on Spotify and I’ve been playing it non-stop! I even listened to it this morning while walking through the woods. It reminds me of a piece of music that a former yoga teacher of mine would play during class. I find it intoxicating. It’s music that lifts your soul and makes you want to go on grand adventures.

Happy Wednesday! We’re half way through the week!

Blossoms

Last week I was a day ahead, this week I seem to be running a day behind. Maybe by next week, I’ll have caught up with myself. The sun came out to play yesterday and it was dazzling. The Japanese magnolias are beginning to flower around the neighbourhood and I love the shape of their blossoms.

The way it pinches together almost claw like, forming the shape of a finial resting on top of a bed post. The creamy milky colour of the outside petals with the the slightest bit of dark raspberry pink striped down the edges.

Once the buds open, the pink becomes more prominent. And when the sun shines through the petals they look like stained glass or the perfect cup of strawberry pink sorbet. Spring is “springing” and it’s making me so very happy. I just wish the sun would come out and play again today. Where are you Mr. Sunshine?

Dance Your Heart Out!

I’ve been grooving to this song a lot lately around the house, in between all of my podcast listening. After the events of the past few days and living within a world that feels like it’s going mad, I say we catch our breaths this weekend and dance. Dance, because we are alive and we will continue to move forward no matter what obstacles present themselves.

Have a lovely weekend wherever you may be.

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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!

A Taste of Snow

It’s trying so hard to snow today. You can feel it. That particular dampness that snow brings to the air and the way the world smells. I saw a few flakes tumble down around me on my run this morning. It makes me so happy! I’m keeping my fingers crossed for at least a good dusting. I want the world to look like a Christmas cake powdered in icing sugar, with no nook or cranny left un-sprinkled by white. Snow today seems fitting as tonight we usher in the Full Snow Moon.

I’m curled up this afternoon, the candles are lit. I’ve feasted on toasted challah bread, smothered in butter and strawberry jam. A hot cup of tea is by my side, sending steamy little tendrils into the air.

It feels like an Anne Shirley kind of day. So, I’m listening to the soundtrack while I work. Happiness is…

Closer

I heard this song playing in the coffee shop the other morning and Shazam-ed it to see what it was. It was created by a Norwegian musical duo called, Lemaitre. Since I’ve discovered it, I have been playing it A LOT! I can’t get enough of it. I listened to it on my run this morning and I think it gave my feet wings. It’s just a happy song with a great beat!

Holding On

Today is “Blue Monday”. I didn’t wake up feeling blue. I was a ball of energy this morning. That continued during my walk, even though it was pouring and I was squish squashing my way down the street. And it continued as I attempted to scrub layers of mud off of myself in the shower from running through the woods.

But, my little balloon has slowly started to deflate this afternoon, as I discovered that a huge amount of files I had stored on a hard drive had been erased by the hard drive itself, while it was trying to make room for a back-up. I could have just cried. First world problems, right?

C’est la vie! I’ve made a cup of tea, I’ve lit my candles, I’m watching the rain from my window and I’m listening to Gregory Porter and just holding on.

The Nature of Daylight

Today feels like a Monday. It’s not yet noon and the sun already appears as if it is starting to make it’s descent. The shadows are changing. As we move into December the lamps are turned on and the candles are lit a little earlier. At the height of Winter, we are normally almost dark by 3:30ish. It doesn’t usually bother me, the early evenings I mean. I like being cocooned in our little cottage, listening to music, cooking, reading. The darkness that envelops us this time of year, feels to me, like Mother Nature’s way of saying: Stop! Rest! Refuel! Be in the moment! Be!

I feasted on a turkey sandwich for brunch and drank a cup of Christmas tea. I totally smothered the turkey in cranberry sauce. The last taste of Thanksgiving. The rest of the turkey is cut up and ready to be used in a pot pie. Mr. Michie cooked dinner last night. It was the first time we actually cooked something since Thanksgiving.

After running errands this weekend, Mr. Michie took me on a date to the movies. We saw Arrival. I’m still thinking about it. I really enjoyed it and I feel that I need to see it again to keep piecing it all together. We each had our own interpretation.

The mid-century modern house that Amy Adams’s character lived in was scrummy! All the light that would pour in would be intoxicating. The soundtrack features one our favourite songs, On the Nature of Daylight. The title is fitting today, since I have been pondering that very thing, the nature of daylight.

Kay Starr

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I’m ready for tomorrow to be over with. I’m sick and tired of reading things about the upcoming Presidential Elections. What a nasty campaign this has turned into. At this point, I’m reading anything else in the newspaper that doesn’t pertain to the elections and someone’s opinion about it.

In scanning over the paper this morning with a cup of tea in hand, I saw that the lovely Kay Starr had passed away. I was so very saddened to read that headline. She was an incredible woman, an amazing singer, with quite the set of pipes and one of my personal favourites!

Do you ever wonder if you’ve been born into the wrong time period? I do at times. There are a lot of periods I would have loved to have lived in and the 50s and 60s is one of them. The hair, the clothing, the furniture! The chance to have seen Kay Starr perform, sitting in a smoke filled cocktail lounge, a cigarette in one hand, a drink in the other, small lamps glowing dimly at the centre of each table, lighting up the white tablecloth below. You know a hush would fall over the crowd as she came onto the stage and then everyone would place their cigarettes in their mouths, so that they could break out into wild applause. I would be holding out for one song; a Starr classic and a song I listen to often, Wheel of Fortune.

This video is something else! I can imagine a lot of mother’s covering their children’s eyes when this came on TV.

Kay Star Obituary