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The festering mess that has prompted attention from my muse. She and an unfinished goddess is demanding attention and completion and so off to heed their calling I go.

George Bernard Shaw once wisely said:

“If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.”

While I knew very little about him, other than being fascinated by the story of Pygmalion, this quote often heard, stuck in my mind as a sign that some things just are, and always have been. It seems to settle the inner chatter about why some things “just are”. Or even things long ago, that “just were”.

Here is an interesting link from the internet, where some sisters talk about their experiences researching the family tree, and it makes good reading. They have some good tips to share about how they did their searching, and a few wry laughs to go on with. I came across this quote there again, which proves, there are some things that just are…

(copyright Imogen Crest 2007.)

locally our city government is making sure that the poor are driven from their neighbourhoods against their will, to make a quick buck during two weeks of Winter Olympics in 2010 – residential hotels closed and upgraded for tourists or demolished for other projects and no new affordable housing even in numbers to replace what was destroyed – Saferide program relocates vagrants out of the area with no resources when they are dumped outside the city’s transit boundaries Shame!

“To know someone here or there with whom you can feel there is understanding in spite of distances or thoughts expressed ~ That can make life a garden.” -Goethe

Wishing you the happiest of birthdays, and many more to come. May all the best days still lie ahead.

My Garden of Whimsy

They were bought, both of them, a few years ago in a dollar store. I’ve always liked gargoyles. They gave me comfort as a little girl walking around the streets of Paris with my nanny when mom was singing. They peered down at me from the walls of the great churches with a knowing smile. I was told they kept bad spirits away from the innocent, and children were their first priority.

Every new town or city I looked for them, finding even one gargoyle made me feel instantly at ease in any city. Gargoyles were different everywhere. Some had great wings, some little bony wings and others had no wings at all. Some smiled, some had intense peering eyes…

for the rest: A Garden of Whimsy http://www.afinemes.com/wpress/2007/04/19/a-garden-of-whimsy/

am I on a roll?

Stories She Told
Lilly lay back gratefully on the fresh linen sheets. It was one of her very favourite smells. From the time the sheets were on her crib, hand-washed by her mother, to presents, on sheets washed by machine, now by her daughter. Audrey, her daughter, propped her now fragile mother onto the softest of pillows. Gently she braided the elder woman’s white hair into a single braid and fastened it with a sift pink elastic.

…the rest: http://afinemes.com/wpress/2007/03/03/stories-she-told/

To the Last Drop

From the day I had “grown-up” thoughts running in my head, perhaps from the time I was 12 I had know this would happen. I can’t say why that is. In the background of every decision I had made and every new circumstance I found myself in, in the back of my mind, this is what I knew would be the eventual outcome. The only real mystery was

the rest at: http://afinemes.com/wpress/2007/03/02/to-the-last-drop/