tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87181098418831171272024-03-05T06:23:33.257-08:00Toto? Toto where are you!Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-72668470318121468762016-05-23T18:27:00.000-07:002016-05-23T18:27:32.797-07:00May 2016 - Garden Update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here it is May 2016 time flies and bees buzz. Well, I have just had a week off work and have blitzed my little patch of tranquility as best I could. After Evannia did all of the hard-scaping for me last year I have been having a whale of a time planting it up like crazy...Who knew a tiny spot like this could hold so many plants.</div>
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I really love it and had a lovely cool, mild week to do my planting. Other than that I have been doing my usual painting...when I get a bit of time it is really a godsend, I am duly blessed.</div>
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<br />Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-2188742578466651642015-08-03T19:13:00.000-07:002015-08-03T19:13:03.489-07:00THE PATCHThe Patch as I refer to it, is my tiny garden. Tiny as it is, it is quite enough for me! <br />
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This is the first year since my Mom's passing that I have gone into my garden...sounds crazy right? Well, you see, thing is, my Mother was the "gardener" of the family. Once the spring planting was complete, it was necessary to show Mom. She would gratuitously OOOh and ahhhh and then let me know what I had done wrong, specifically. Once she passed away it was pretty bleak outside (inside too) <br />
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<em>"Time heals all wounds."</em> Mom would say after something catastrophic happened. As usual that proved true. Time, however, really dragged on and it took me three years to "get over it". Get over the emotion and depression...I will forever miss my Mom. Of course.<br />
I think she would have been proud of me now...I am almost back to my healthy self! o.k. to the garden.<br />
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I actually purchased a few plants, a new umbrella and little outdoor rug...then a wonderful thing happened, I met a landscaper! She was the girlfriend of a work mate, came out to the townhouse, took photos, asked me what I envisioned and voila! I have another patio.<br />
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That is almost complete now and we are on to the next phase...on the other side a dry creek bed and natural plantings.<br />
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Before she began, I plotted out the shape and position of the patio for her.<br />
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The result is so cute!<br />
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The other side of the garden...<br />
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The result is that I have an additional 2 rooms to "live in" outdoors in the summer...I can relax or draw, paint or chat with a friend...it's pretty wonderful...I am full of gratitude. <br />
Amongst the potted flowers, I planted lettuce and herbs, multiplier onions...so nice!Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-43688244640945701532015-07-29T07:34:00.002-07:002015-07-29T07:34:34.197-07:00I'm back.o.k., so - I know it has been around 3-4 years since I made a post to this blog, but now I am determined to get busy! <br />
I have been sorely troubled by personal "stuff" however, that's just life.<br />
Recently, June 2015 I began painting pictures again. So I have a new blog with Wordpress.<br />
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<a href="http://www.brendakaneblog.wordpress.com/">www.brendakaneblog.wordpress.com</a><br />
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This blog however is about all the "other stuff" that occurs to me outside the painting zone...edited down into bite sized pieces! (I hate ramblings...hope I am not doing that now!)<br />
I am going to yammer on about my little garden, about thoughts and I will include some of my work that is computer based.<br />
Hope folks pop by every once in a while to check it out, slam, enjoy, make comments, or just shake their heads in bemusement.<br />
Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-12844892938852096342014-09-30T06:33:00.000-07:002015-07-29T18:19:22.106-07:00The World is a Giant Theme Park A couple of years ago, probably 3 or 4 now, I decided it was time for a break from my everyday routine. Accompanied by a friend from work, off we set for Drumheller...a place I love to go.<br />
I had not been on the highway from Vancouver to Alberta in a number of years.<br />
What I saw, shocked me. (I am naïve)<br />
As the wheels of the car spun over the pavement, a feeling of unease crept over me. This continued to grow as we travelled along.<br />
The highway, once a place where one felt the raw natural majesty on either side, albeit fenced, was now dotted with little bridges and underpasses "for wildlife safety" and I realized again, what extent mankind has taken to control - everything. It sickened me. I am ashamed of my part. <br />
Where once man lived in harmony with nature, we now seek to control it, every blade of grass, every drop of rain. What a poor, poor job we are doing. We have succeeded in poisoning almost every form of life on the planet and destroying the very form of the lovely earth we were placed upon. I struggled there...with the word "given" and chose placed upon as humans were not "given" the earth, we merely thrived here.Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-26671984024750139802012-05-15T21:03:00.002-07:002012-05-15T21:03:53.716-07:00Life as a specimen<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">F</span>or a long while now , I've felt as though my life is a specimen. Not one lived from ones own perspective, rather one lived for the sole purpose of research. Not my own of course and that is what is so maddening. Who would possibly see my life as a research worthy endeavour? Yes, there have been one or two peculiar /painful/embarrassing/obnoxious/overwhelming and distasteful moments. But there have been many more mundane days of which it seems merely the waiting out was the most exciting part of that day! Some of these of course were very pleasing days...days of idyll ...I recall living far from the city and laying in the shade on the porch, closing my eyes, listening to the stillness, the only break to which being the droning of an "heavier than air" bumble bee, or the mewing of a gull. However, I digress...yes, a feeling that I am living my life for another's amusement. Being pull/pushed along and making decisions that didn't seem like mine in the end at all. </div>
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What I did recognize as my very own, was a feeling of dread, deep sadness, disappointment in my fellow man...(when I say "my fellow man" it just seems so false) </div>
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I don't feel a part of mankind at all. Some would say I have a feeling of disenchantment, disengagement, of not belonging. Not so, I say. It is a feeling that I belong, but the rest of you are trespassing in my world. To add to that - you are making a right bloody mess of it! More to follow I think...perhaps.</div>Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-90997995573606527432010-11-21T09:58:00.000-08:002015-07-29T18:18:07.021-07:00COOKIE HEAD<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyDVq9FzoRMhoBD4Y5KurFc8cZ2tT-nML_CtGxQlCf24_cYyW-aK7wvl-QlNEHFdA98T1KNiTLqyjnUJXr8Ml8JgRcpSGzHl4fEPqPiubmfb-P0NqDiKQymoUzNpSMDU8X2d4cyqasN4/s1600/IMG_3064.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542064895192318786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyDVq9FzoRMhoBD4Y5KurFc8cZ2tT-nML_CtGxQlCf24_cYyW-aK7wvl-QlNEHFdA98T1KNiTLqyjnUJXr8Ml8JgRcpSGzHl4fEPqPiubmfb-P0NqDiKQymoUzNpSMDU8X2d4cyqasN4/s320/IMG_3064.JPG" /></a><br />
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<br /><div></div></div>Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-77617430897384045732010-03-11T08:59:00.000-08:002010-03-11T09:18:51.084-08:00It had to happen...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5VTJKv5Ag3UBRkLo1Gfhb2535h1SEZrBECMWIJYfJzm4NI9gMJxaB1QyTPnTM_BZEePA-Sw9F9V_y60QZwaiwnZqXHC8jQqvua874CRD9K_gcDX9xP2LgEDS2MjespuMTGR34JzRs1qw/s1600-h/IMG_2594.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447425736095776290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5VTJKv5Ag3UBRkLo1Gfhb2535h1SEZrBECMWIJYfJzm4NI9gMJxaB1QyTPnTM_BZEePA-Sw9F9V_y60QZwaiwnZqXHC8jQqvua874CRD9K_gcDX9xP2LgEDS2MjespuMTGR34JzRs1qw/s320/IMG_2594.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5nmziaC722I-ISz1xtyBoMJcjc_6ZhGGeN-6q0VeOsLJxu70Wv32A1SlWDXQABdkBhZKdvHd6E5FTa1TyVLtY57QpG_xMCYcgD_FwSNeT18Jv49SDctcZZaDERBmftGzaYPamNanH7U/s1600-h/Preparation+for+am+and+pm+of+day..JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447425731800866818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5nmziaC722I-ISz1xtyBoMJcjc_6ZhGGeN-6q0VeOsLJxu70Wv32A1SlWDXQABdkBhZKdvHd6E5FTa1TyVLtY57QpG_xMCYcgD_FwSNeT18Jv49SDctcZZaDERBmftGzaYPamNanH7U/s320/Preparation+for+am+and+pm+of+day..JPG" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447425723759887490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie2R4lKPDL8GMy05pMTwcMt7pDcBTdAyr7RHCXx03GENUPgT80uRnFxkG-Uiol-9HOg11BBS66I-xOqDwfyDItYDAJErAykFm9XJTVxgg_HTHFRdajwmeVc_S5pru8Jl95TkHm5gV8K9E/s320/Lemons+washed+and+ready+to+squeeze..JPG" /><br /><br /><div><div>Yes, it did have to happen...personal cleansing of my innards.</div><br /><div>So after a strange journey, Lithotripsy, and having a stone blasted, the ensuing collection of specimens...very weird, I felt the time had come to take action. Always interested in nutrition but of late very half hearted application. I knew the value of fasting, the value of reducing red meat, sodium, fats, sugars, processed foods, etc., but until I was diagnosed with Kidney stones it didn't seem to hit home. So, no time like the present for a good old fashioned Kidney flush. The more I read, the more amazed I am that it took me so long to get straight! Yuck, what I've been eating...how could I.</div><br /><div>So, I'm now on the third day of cleansing and am rapidly detoxifying...the only side effects so far is a mild, underlying headache...have to increase my plain water intake I'm told, so will do.<br /></div><div>I thought it would be crazy, no food, but guess what? No hunger pangs at all...mind you I am keeping to a pretty strict regimine and schedule, so sure that helps!</div><div>The photos are of the ingredients and how I do it is prepare the days glog in the morning, one container for am and one container for pm, keeping the one for pm in the fridge until I am ready to use it. So lets see how it goes, I'm feeling pretty good so far!</div><div></div></div></div>Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-53669194887980256982010-02-23T05:55:00.000-08:002010-03-11T08:03:16.092-08:00gone again?<div>So I opened the door and there was no one there.</div><div>I wondered...was there ever anyone there?</div><div>I decided no.</div><div>At that juncture a feeling of calm descended over the garden. Stepping out, the fragrance of the earth filled the space with calm. Breath deeply, this is <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0VGh-yLe5GxeEJVLHHrQxscYwlQOKbzhc9NHzsf9woScMWadSAJrVNlJyPGAUvKZVXzN-ofyTdysk0iI6qLe2W8v4RkaF29EuahXP_6kfYPIg5LvLRLR-yRUIG0Eue7BLdRFg0RFe-WQ/s1600-h/The+usual+suspect+BK08.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441437677168878930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0VGh-yLe5GxeEJVLHHrQxscYwlQOKbzhc9NHzsf9woScMWadSAJrVNlJyPGAUvKZVXzN-ofyTdysk0iI6qLe2W8v4RkaF29EuahXP_6kfYPIg5LvLRLR-yRUIG0Eue7BLdRFg0RFe-WQ/s320/The+usual+suspect+BK08.jpg" /></a>a moment...just that, a moment.</div>Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-87677356322585312562009-09-27T08:48:00.000-07:002009-09-27T09:05:40.197-07:00thinking too much<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZywbXsgZbMA6CLg-XYcHN3QdYzLEkkHiLtsgkPaXM7N47dDsIe5JJ9iUHxv_JafgNndOcbkJAcP4vYVKbD6BbdHRsRz8gpeFMEJ6QJ78D1r-o6QsHf_TpWBEWMP2dyRRAym1RaXBMpQk/s1600-h/IMG_1143.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386175440286557346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZywbXsgZbMA6CLg-XYcHN3QdYzLEkkHiLtsgkPaXM7N47dDsIe5JJ9iUHxv_JafgNndOcbkJAcP4vYVKbD6BbdHRsRz8gpeFMEJ6QJ78D1r-o6QsHf_TpWBEWMP2dyRRAym1RaXBMpQk/s320/IMG_1143.JPG" /></a> thinking...I can drive right into a stall in my local lube shop and have my oil changed in 10 minutes...the last time I stopped at the clinic for a physician to examine my throat and say "uh huh", I waited two hours in the waiting room and another 20 minutes once inside the surgery.<br />From these two experiences, I deduced that cars are more important than human beings in our society.<br />Recently, my town decided to put a road through a local park, to make it easier for people to get from A to B...without having to go around that pesky park. Too bad for me, I bought my house at the outskirts of the park, on the road they intend to make into a thoroughfare...oh dear, there goes the neighbourhood...oh well...and this in spite of the letters to mayor and council, mla, petition signed etc. Maybe there is gold or oil to be had in the park...? So, from this I deduced it is more important to get places fast than to save our global air filtration system. These are just a couple of things that I find strangly disconcerting...I find my head shaking from side to side.<br />This time we are in reminds me of a time I read about long ago, where things were not as the people felt they should be and they did something called at that time...protest... another time it was called a revolution...I wonder if people do this any more...or if they just sit and twitter?Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-60874487556932212612009-09-18T21:15:00.000-07:002015-07-29T18:22:17.621-07:00Fern Fronds and Empty Ponds<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVNqYETpqawKt4nxHsWjNgs8RANH3TMgmto9e_9-ebsFu2B3JY04UJf11ZbAOy50advY7vmPMFEq8LPxNoLgkL_TdIf_5F19CZlXPJ-jPYTK7svUo_GWPoPAhjw1JD-Q4EHnNZW3xl_PI/s1600-h/IMG_1843.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383028335669558402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVNqYETpqawKt4nxHsWjNgs8RANH3TMgmto9e_9-ebsFu2B3JY04UJf11ZbAOy50advY7vmPMFEq8LPxNoLgkL_TdIf_5F19CZlXPJ-jPYTK7svUo_GWPoPAhjw1JD-Q4EHnNZW3xl_PI/s320/IMG_1843.JPG" /></a>On feeling empty. </div>
<br /><div>That day, late spring, this feeling of foreboding of nothingness had crept in and made it's nest in the pit of my stomach. There was nothing for it, I'm afraid, I picked up my usual restore, a book of sumi poetry...nothing and nothing more.</div>
<br /><div>Couldn't shake it, my heart was squeezed by the hollowness just below and the sharp pain of it breaking jabbed and stabbed, needling away. </div>
<br /><div>I turned from the book, opened the door and walked through, on to the little patio I loved so much. I remember the smell of the earth after a long hard rain...all ozoney and fresh and new. That fragrance of composting deposits of leaves and needles from the fall before. This began to fill me. Then, over to the right, beneath the </div>Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-52669449256442751952009-05-09T18:32:00.000-07:002009-05-09T20:33:31.198-07:00Akrasia - in a nut shell<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoqYwHWDp1GMJRkvXxYumf1LHICky9SzpOleVTfC6Wt_cCeBkroz7XNrtNb-Gd2QBvEzZcT5LtP-FxI3wbwC3t3TBJCqkbuxGkOfs8qER8BviwLaKt7MHdg8ZCGW9HR_mrjlNxERmjVao/s1600-h/Hey,+hay.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334028783832835234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoqYwHWDp1GMJRkvXxYumf1LHICky9SzpOleVTfC6Wt_cCeBkroz7XNrtNb-Gd2QBvEzZcT5LtP-FxI3wbwC3t3TBJCqkbuxGkOfs8qER8BviwLaKt7MHdg8ZCGW9HR_mrjlNxERmjVao/s320/Hey,+hay.JPG" /></a><br /><div>I won't bore you with the definition. If you are reading this blog...well, I guess you know full well the meaning...don't you?</div><br /><div>Don't fear however, seems that the entire world is afflicted with Akrasia and there is little or nothing that anyone, in this day, can do to reverse it!</div><br /><div>Once one realizes the nature of Akrasia the only solution is to "unlearn" the patterned behaviour before it ends us in a lamentable state of perpetual anguish. </div><div>Well, this nut, for one, thinks it's all about control...losing it when we are young...becoming the controlled. Rebelling against the control freaks when we are adolescents and liking the power it made us feel we had. Becoming addicted to that power, if only over our own decisions and in turn, becoming the control freak. The circle of life or just the circle of sadness.</div><div>Knowing of course that many things we were told were bad, are absolutely good for us and those things we were given as rewards, were ultimately bad for us...celebrate with cake...hmmm.</div><div> </div><div>o.k. let's look at that one:</div><div>- you are happy, you celebrate with something that is ultimately bad for you...simple cake...tastes so good, makes you happy for a few minutes, but if you have two or more pieces, you start to feel really bad...then you are told that it is bad for you to eat to much cake, that you only get when you are celebrating...happy, don't ... happy and celebrating are bad then...because our little brains don't distinguish between some and too much...there is no switch that is pulled when you've gone too far! The term "everything in moderation" doesn't fly anymore as once you are "in it" (the indulgent state) it is near impossible to pull out!</div><div> </div><div>Ahhh to be a saint...</div><div> </div>Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-10687339578057638342009-04-19T12:23:00.000-07:002009-04-19T12:39:56.435-07:00THE WATCHTOWER...then, when I looked back, I saw an eerie glint in the window, only the sun but it gave me chills. The whole town was less than snug...more like shabby, a forgotten wayside, bespoke of small town irrelevance. <br />To me, it felt as though the life of the town had drifted out to sea, perhaps after a storm. The wood was weathered and lichen had begun to build up along the rails of the dock. Patches had been fashioned of plate metal to cover the spots where the wood had rotted through along the planking surface. Where once beautiful planters had splashed swatches of welcoming colour, now only split cedar boxes remained, mossy and desolate. All that and still, the little town retained a sad beauty. A faded rose. It came to me as I walked toward the dock for the return trip to the mainland, that this place was waiting for a whole new generation, that it was locked in between, the creative genius and her children...it will take her children's children to resurrect this relic and make it bloom and sway again.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-QNNg0YUaLkD9e230wnnLSXGUW3aUluwMkNdmqb-8K56f9Nc__Q6oQt6aUuHFkRnZvbhy_HXwEYAFGLYlFe0583w1etPckQdEPD_QKTvjl2A1ckH9Ai4LPVf_JSURig1CQ2L_C07NX8/s1600-h/Watchtower+-+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326485622984487442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-QNNg0YUaLkD9e230wnnLSXGUW3aUluwMkNdmqb-8K56f9Nc__Q6oQt6aUuHFkRnZvbhy_HXwEYAFGLYlFe0583w1etPckQdEPD_QKTvjl2A1ckH9Ai4LPVf_JSURig1CQ2L_C07NX8/s320/Watchtower+-+2.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-4389717909972564432009-04-10T06:31:00.001-07:002009-04-10T06:42:10.163-07:00When?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VJjihfG9_yrZ1PDrtBqkA40HzsAKq6HbqJdWxfm8nHumWjzMNu2jsO1y6TYuK-ebjqI7NaJDwtOzZJ_UtC4qP0dEVVXIWGPsLlHaROMmkTmxOj9PY-tlwDbwREaJRRZiR3JRWt-tGqE/s1600-h/Brenda+bw+2008.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323055623373580002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VJjihfG9_yrZ1PDrtBqkA40HzsAKq6HbqJdWxfm8nHumWjzMNu2jsO1y6TYuK-ebjqI7NaJDwtOzZJ_UtC4qP0dEVVXIWGPsLlHaROMmkTmxOj9PY-tlwDbwREaJRRZiR3JRWt-tGqE/s320/Brenda+bw+2008.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">Now?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">Is now the right time to love myself?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">Or....should I wait for someone else to validate my existance? </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">Do I need a witness to my life?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">Can I simply live and enjoy each moment as it happens?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">Am I able to squeeze the moments for all they have? Have I been</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">aware of the goodness?, the beauty?, the flow?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">That's it, in black and white and greytones...I get it...I finally get it! </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">I think I like it here.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">Have a great day y'all.</span></p><p> </p>Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-39510002577211876152009-03-07T06:26:00.000-08:002009-03-07T06:39:18.789-08:00Out of the Darkness<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjakcazgDVK5JTATKWTp6D2OH_E5YLLP9LR4BB3fUxX4sFbH_0ycTnLvRaG2wChu8qUPuuEpKZnieGjW7GusqU9ARnCGfA1CaCmJrfFej8mlGIiJztNBP9i0zXTmt65WwAl-dJO_dCKkWM/s1600-h/Out+of+the+darkness.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310452620256992818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjakcazgDVK5JTATKWTp6D2OH_E5YLLP9LR4BB3fUxX4sFbH_0ycTnLvRaG2wChu8qUPuuEpKZnieGjW7GusqU9ARnCGfA1CaCmJrfFej8mlGIiJztNBP9i0zXTmt65WwAl-dJO_dCKkWM/s400/Out+of+the+darkness.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">It was simply the hint of spring I was yearning for, and there it was, out from the darkness of winter.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">When I saw them, so full of hope and freshness and purity, it filled me with a relief that is hard to describe.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I will watch them and learn from them as they unfold gracefully.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">The very breath of life...the essence of revolution.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">That is correct...the essence of revolution...it is harmony not war...learn it descipulus.</span>Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-56499783970330779192009-02-08T08:04:00.000-08:002009-02-08T08:16:05.458-08:00Where is spring?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsv67OBJNPSWOaS-p7z4uE9sif3KiLmedYoBrDwFGvUr6JnKU78P7wjh-UFqhyqhPjSi79ZvrnWA_JbV2qVkF7IsaaBtN-G3fsEzXssqwBSQLnY8LpWTNjAFDqeEC9nr6UQ_jJUUqD-fQ/s1600-h/skinny+heather.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300459528640676498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsv67OBJNPSWOaS-p7z4uE9sif3KiLmedYoBrDwFGvUr6JnKU78P7wjh-UFqhyqhPjSi79ZvrnWA_JbV2qVkF7IsaaBtN-G3fsEzXssqwBSQLnY8LpWTNjAFDqeEC9nr6UQ_jJUUqD-fQ/s400/skinny+heather.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEild5o2_Ym2ToMtHuJixmE-wcANnaLGRPKs-HIh8KkEUhAlWYRzhBhzb3vFCauv_qo_SckdjTxEktuv_VVwqui4SFoL3GDEJF0hVUfF6yB4QcZBI9TvbCgqt8XBV1mj_4iFfhAl0nMnqlk/s1600-h/skinny+heather.JPG"></a></div><br />This is what I am yearning for...colour and texture and life. Supreme joy. From the soft moist green to the little purple bubbles of heather bursting forward like there is no tomorrow. Spring is the time of birth and renewal and it's my favourite time of the year, along with Summer, Fall and Winter....of course...(Never insult the Season's...ever)Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-84862791645314513042009-02-08T07:44:00.000-08:002009-02-08T07:52:50.448-08:00Fog n' Drizzle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUsJjslemIXm_Zg-J8NyI6Py3GUW1YIc7mlHAwoLgXDBSk7HMkwA2Av3pnD3F0xQsJyiPwJV0mvu9zkufvuq-Rx8vBEQVf4HNf3wj4rXQr6oC4BGihrLvOMp8YS8F01P1bgf96y-7FpjE/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300453361456353410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUsJjslemIXm_Zg-J8NyI6Py3GUW1YIc7mlHAwoLgXDBSk7HMkwA2Av3pnD3F0xQsJyiPwJV0mvu9zkufvuq-Rx8vBEQVf4HNf3wj4rXQr6oC4BGihrLvOMp8YS8F01P1bgf96y-7FpjE/s400/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I know. You probably think that I'm "up" every moment of every day from the time I get up to the time my head hits the pillow at night.</div><div>Well, truthfully? This is not the case. I have moments where grief, creeps into my core being, and I can't shake it. Like the mist in the picture...bleak and dreary.</div><div>These are times when I hunker down...I don't want to lay this "mood" on others as it is my own to deal with and "it too shall pass" and the sun <em><strong>will</strong> </em>burn through the morning mist, and I <em><strong>shall </strong></em>have coffee. </div><div>Then, the only mist will be the steam from the coffee and from my hot breath, hitting the chill air. You might see me then, as the smile will be pasted back in place for another day. </div>Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-38832260187806665372008-12-31T05:17:00.000-08:002008-12-31T05:30:47.161-08:00SHAMBLES<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilPtNuMRpDVoA2Bln2aIbIw2w48Wb68T9WoxgWZ1iw1bBc9Ac2310VtxzkkO_4SLb4d_GCT8gtLl1mf4NVq90lAE3IL_Bm2JfCxPOVdade8bstgDCE1k_0mLyzhmbt_fnLU8yjBXufA6g/s1600-h/Shambles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285943184301886418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilPtNuMRpDVoA2Bln2aIbIw2w48Wb68T9WoxgWZ1iw1bBc9Ac2310VtxzkkO_4SLb4d_GCT8gtLl1mf4NVq90lAE3IL_Bm2JfCxPOVdade8bstgDCE1k_0mLyzhmbt_fnLU8yjBXufA6g/s400/Shambles.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Yes, it is a shambles. When I got up this morning, I looked back at the bed, after spending several hours beneath (partially anyway) the sheets, duvet, and pillows, this was the physical imprint I left behind.</div><div>Just looks a great mess. No reference to the coziness, warmth, peace, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">restfulness that my bed provides. No reference to the faraway places it takes me...oh yes...doesn't look much like a vehicle does it? Yet, this bed has been a launching pad for many journeys - IF ONLY I COULD REMEMBER THEM! </span></div>Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-44677667650225897792008-12-14T19:18:00.000-08:002008-12-14T19:30:09.949-08:00Just one more moment...c'mon...over here...look.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr4xFqrr8ZTqgdqgGvELs8nUHQtEMWgbJx3qi5GvA9Y6eUEpM_VyDPtHfOH2VwfXy5ZfnKZb5jubidsjq8FhHwXaTO7JEGd-F_SJo4CikxwQSrGRuItMagpKSJsH31GHjDvoxrRrb_9bY/s1600-h/Leafiness.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279852300840352290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr4xFqrr8ZTqgdqgGvELs8nUHQtEMWgbJx3qi5GvA9Y6eUEpM_VyDPtHfOH2VwfXy5ZfnKZb5jubidsjq8FhHwXaTO7JEGd-F_SJo4CikxwQSrGRuItMagpKSJsH31GHjDvoxrRrb_9bY/s400/Leafiness.jpg" border="0" /></a> It's a little candle beneath a leaf. When the light hits the edge of the leaf, a magical thing happens. It's as if the light recognizes the leaf, and traces the form, leaving little kisses of light here and drawing a shadow there, it's all play really. But the leaf, without the little candle light beneath was a flat green group of shapes. With the little fluttering light, the leaves came alive. I thought, it would be ever so nice to share this with you.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPrTQ99o9UV3idKleb6vQxhxHXHxl_tIgv7uktYES06o7hHL8p48S0tTqy__4APVAbx9TglALfnvs2R1wCJDB6DorK_LoCX3aAxReHGpuCv8ppj4wwnECT1Yw2NwBEV4zgRjNzu_Iqslg/s1600-h/IMG_1275.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-72591473126145248572008-10-04T16:28:00.000-07:002008-10-04T16:33:19.884-07:00The Rainy Season<div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix5hFbyVd08W4CoHmb1ihpvd9myYEeiH9rC5zyXak8Rqs1vreRXOPw7NYLtYt86dSddshdy8yYErbVp-ZL9WMXoU3vIJkUKAYZekMIdGCzlP6Ozo9r0rgPSFNJSgwV8_jtdZ3oKbfFQgU/s1600-h/IMG_1193.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253444972999427746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix5hFbyVd08W4CoHmb1ihpvd9myYEeiH9rC5zyXak8Rqs1vreRXOPw7NYLtYt86dSddshdy8yYErbVp-ZL9WMXoU3vIJkUKAYZekMIdGCzlP6Ozo9r0rgPSFNJSgwV8_jtdZ3oKbfFQgU/s400/IMG_1193.JPG" border="0" /></a> the rainy season now, the wind is here blustery and filled with water</div><div align="right">if you are brave enough to walk by a roadway you will come away drenched and muddy </div><div align="right">from the passing cars...time to don a trenchcoat before heading out.<br /></div>Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-18813746526392002662008-09-27T17:07:00.000-07:002008-09-27T17:22:21.739-07:00Time to blog...where I leave my heart...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXzzR_kBZBl2dPUS1WEDE3WP1Pj9UM5v6JbQ0HQg_mXJnP2lJziLgmkZ2LYOc5UuiWW-4HhnPnsOkOOajUNaS5fnBtGZDXeKeV9Dls2PV9Ji8xWpfzC6nhzit3TsN7BmY5pK7qq9wZjdk/s1600-h/Brenda+Cable+Car+SF+2000.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250857509460325618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXzzR_kBZBl2dPUS1WEDE3WP1Pj9UM5v6JbQ0HQg_mXJnP2lJziLgmkZ2LYOc5UuiWW-4HhnPnsOkOOajUNaS5fnBtGZDXeKeV9Dls2PV9Ji8xWpfzC6nhzit3TsN7BmY5pK7qq9wZjdk/s400/Brenda+Cable+Car+SF+2000.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is particularly unflattering photo of me riding a cable car in 2000. That trip I stayed at the Maxwell, another boutique hotel.<br /><br />There is this hotel in San Francisco…The Rex. I love it there. It’s a Joie de Vive hotel and in the theme of a “library”.<br /><br />A very old building it has been restored and maintained beautifully. The rooms are perfectly small, with high ceilings and good baths.<br />It makes you feel as if you had just stepped into the 1940’s. On the bedside table there is a disc player, a couple of jazz cd’s are resting there for you to create your own ambiance.<br /><br />An amazing “library” lounge on the main floor invites you to wine on the house in the library at 7pm daily for guests to meet and mingle, talk quietly in huge overstuffed library chairs, the old world feel is given depth with antique globes, glass fronted library shelves, soft dark colours and gentle lighting. Or you can just go down on your own to relax.<br /><br />They have an exquisite restaurant in the hotel with an incredible chef.<br />Right off Union Square, about 2 blocks only, it is perfect to come home to after a day of full on shopping/exploring.<br /><br />Haven't been in about a year now...each time I go to SF I seem to come home with more shoes than I left home with...just happens...<br /><br />I have a strange affinity to the town...the bridge...the island makes my eyes water...Alcatraz, all I see is the human condition and how we treat one another.<br /><br />And then there is this bread...sourdough that is in neat round balls of warm, nutty, chewy heaven. The way food is prepared here is very very fresh and beautiful.<br /><br />I hold this town dear to my heart...I leave a little piece of me behind here each time I head north.Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-3480327565366997462008-09-07T14:34:00.000-07:002008-09-07T14:38:34.164-07:00the last feather standing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-pHPEZKWYgR9Nmo4l6JZG6yicC-F1b6rpvjbBJ-LuVHTowmJ5kW6AZfQVxJoeoVIljMCSsrZ9WGreCdni6dOcHiCRnIIHhhrvuF713benz760djTwV_U9cQ9cZ1Y8SpSo-NThyMHEyZY/s1600-h/Feather+n+Pebbles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243396775983570418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-pHPEZKWYgR9Nmo4l6JZG6yicC-F1b6rpvjbBJ-LuVHTowmJ5kW6AZfQVxJoeoVIljMCSsrZ9WGreCdni6dOcHiCRnIIHhhrvuF713benz760djTwV_U9cQ9cZ1Y8SpSo-NThyMHEyZY/s400/Feather+n+Pebbles.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">I was at the beach this morning in the wee early hours just past dawn...seeing this feather touched a nerve, so I brought it home with me. It just spoke volumes to me...made me want to write a poem or something...a novel?</span></div>Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-75374677929681167142008-09-07T07:10:00.000-07:002008-09-07T07:15:10.925-07:00...small art<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw1QTLvcETL1v3eMB3c5CyDk5I37UA1CU2IyavAdYnChEtEIo7a2fw6lFgyMoKDHdt_lCGPRMqski9eYXIpKA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>a test, only a test...Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-24641253666408705212008-08-25T18:28:00.000-07:002008-08-25T19:25:12.928-07:00It was just that colour...<p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjye0t3w-DvK2zdTqer_IWlua1BA_f58pnokv0fpGmLpbBFyCUQ_-utvqBftVkhjet56JGa2dWH-iehBzGFQuBRExg4eOwJgU18S5mRzo9y0_1kRj-kA5QzHOPuVZazJ73plD9hxW7hCI4/s1600-h/bw+man+ghana.jpg"><span></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238632578269897250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjye0t3w-DvK2zdTqer_IWlua1BA_f58pnokv0fpGmLpbBFyCUQ_-utvqBftVkhjet56JGa2dWH-iehBzGFQuBRExg4eOwJgU18S5mRzo9y0_1kRj-kA5QzHOPuVZazJ73plD9hxW7hCI4/s400/bw+man+ghana.jpg" border="0" /></a> It was just that tiny bit of colour that caught my eye, flashing and undulating with the movement of the man inside the costume. It was a lovely sight in amongst all that swirling and twirling, that tiny patch of colour.<br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQicbjzHtHiFVLH0QpSqZv9ClH-ewqmzb9AEbOvqjTd8LQ5FdnVALVG_Mf92PFoOCknCDoH55TxI7B8MUSxWtJTaI2DtMSgsnO0Ydg55YzoWWes35oEtJYPvVwj3kghl5A8olOw1BoWKg/s1600-h/Ghanafest+2008+copy.jpg"></a><br /><br /></div><br /><p></p>Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-3046986502960168342008-08-04T20:44:00.001-07:002008-08-04T20:46:21.880-07:00hosta hostage<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBm52taynmwS-pSO8IEpDMEu2SGI7_loKl9f3BnnlbtXOyv73ebQkK11g-XxFSGdn4q-thSwQ1PJvJzlUQHfEkZKrlG31-M_RYXWNsdOP7jmz_K_u0Onc1NZcXQ8u-UdYylh2K6J9WsGc/s1600-h/Hosta+hostage+BK08-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBm52taynmwS-pSO8IEpDMEu2SGI7_loKl9f3BnnlbtXOyv73ebQkK11g-XxFSGdn4q-thSwQ1PJvJzlUQHfEkZKrlG31-M_RYXWNsdOP7jmz_K_u0Onc1NZcXQ8u-UdYylh2K6J9WsGc/s400/Hosta+hostage+BK08-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230874773802517906" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Just another capture...<br /></span></div>Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718109841883117127.post-22362302143826116022008-08-04T20:38:00.000-07:002008-08-04T20:44:07.264-07:00coasting...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Carjzkc-uUycmf4HvZIfd3BLxVCUXMi9OKl9LxLaI2fSrAD1j6_a_2m8Y67vAg458RPxKRgDyY40_8geyVGxuDBdNtlZfpr3aKBc5RpNATtaJHSMAUnaTXsH3TKun9oqVNs0pPH-KMg/s1600-h/Big+Begonia+Orange-bk08+med.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Carjzkc-uUycmf4HvZIfd3BLxVCUXMi9OKl9LxLaI2fSrAD1j6_a_2m8Y67vAg458RPxKRgDyY40_8geyVGxuDBdNtlZfpr3aKBc5RpNATtaJHSMAUnaTXsH3TKun9oqVNs0pPH-KMg/s400/Big+Begonia+Orange-bk08+med.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230873421733721010" border="0" /></a><br />seeing more flowers, everywhere...somehow, I feel close to them...not sure why. When I look at them, it makes me calm, so I take a picture and save it to look at.<br />I have a little group of flower pictures now.Ceridiannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16799754159948438400noreply@blogger.com0