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Monthly Archives: November 2015


I keep telling people I have too much
electricity, it seems to mess things up. Who but me gets shocks
opening and closing the car door? Or turning on or off a light switch?

The glitches in my computer are a challenge to my instructor, she is brilliant and can figure things out, but it looks like I will need a new one soon. I still think too much electricity Geri!

Still, the move although hard feels like a good thing, Christopher really
was feeling that the place was too neglected. Who knows what the new
owners will do, no longer any concern of mine. But yes very sad for

Update, it looks like the twenty-five acre farm will become a microbrewery. A good fit. I do wish I could have taken the apple trees with me, especially the self-sown one, the best apple pie and sauce ever, and the pears, they were just getting going.

I forget sometimes that life is a gift, and should be cherished.

A bounty of apples with few blemishes .

A bounty of apples with few blemishes .



Fifty Shades of Grey



Our local men’s book club stated in our little weekly paper “in the classic tale of Hansel and Gretel that many of us grew up with, is a story with some questionable morals. On careful reflection, our book club believes that their parents were derelict in their responsibilities and in fact condoned atrocities against the elderly. Our book club members agreed that this was not a suitable book to read to our grandchildren!”

The Brothers Grimm published it in 1812 and would have had a different view.

I think the children did an excellent job of problem solving a situation that was life threating, with imagination and integrity. Their parent’s behaviour is questionable, but understandable, if food is in short supply, what are the options? How do you define them? Now, their statement about condoned atrocities against the elderly is I think a figment of their imagination. They should read all of Brothers Grimm to their grandchildren. I would also recommend Aesop’s Fables.

Later this fall the book club plans to review the trilogy of Fifty Shades of Grey. I wonder how they will cope with that.

I had always planned a sequel to the trilogy, the turning of each page ah, you guessed it, a different version of what grey is.

For years now it has been my favorite colour, I wear black and white, like Georgia O’Keeffe it is a relief not to decide what colour to wear; it is enough to decide what colour to put on the end of a brush.

But grey is so expressive, I’m not sure how to explain it. We recently went north to a local town shopping for winter gear. The wind turbines litter the landscape, I thought what are those gunmetal grey ones doing mixed with all the bright white ones, well the oppressiveness soon passed, they were shadowed by cloud. That is the expression of grey, illusive, undefined but captivating.

Light and Shadow

070Alfred Manessier a French painter defining the aims of his art in these words:

What we have to reconquer is the weight of lost reality. We must make for ourselves a new heart, a new spirit, a new soul, in the measure of man. The painter’s true reality lies neither in abstraction nor in realism, but in the reconquest of his weight as a human being. At present non-figurative art seems to me to offer the one opportunity for the painter to approach the inward reality of himself and to grasp the consciousness of his essential self, or even of his being. It is only by the reconquest of his position, I believe, that the painter will be able, in the time to come, to return slowly to himself, to rediscover his own weight and so to strengthen it that it can even reach the outward reality of the world.


Magnetic poem

A garden beautiful

man’s legacy; a sense of future,

seeing beyond all things.

Inside child of learning

a mixture of things left

on the wind.

This guide of revelations,

someone magical,

call her spring.