There is a tree I visit..... a tree that fills me with optimism. A tree that confounds and inspires. It is a beautiful example of the tenacity of life. It prevails given the tiniest opportunity.This tree is a living testament to strength and determination.
No matter where we stand on the spectrum of our time here, we are stronger than we realize.
Everyone wants to feel safe. Nobody wants to be scared. In our lives there will always be times when we need to dig deep to discover what we are capable of. “Courage is not having the strength to go on; it is going on when you don't have the strength.”
So, hold on.....when you feel you cannot hang on a minute longer......you can. xo
“If you meet the darkest moment of life, strive valiantly through it
with courage and never retreat, for you shall surely meet light
afterwards. If you meet the muddy stream of life, swim across it with
tenacity to the very end for there is a clearer stream that shall wash
your dirt away afterwards. If people reject you in the mid of the
arduous race of life, dare to smile and move on for there are people who
await you to embrace you in the end”
- Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
Feeling headachy and off today:( So I made some soup! You can too.... This
is a make it up as you go soup. There is really no recipe, just use
what you have in your house. Here's what I used today... 1 large chopped
carrot, 1 large onion chopped (not in above pic) 4 cloves garlic
minced, 3 Tablespoons curry powder, 1 bay leaf, 2 kaffir lime leaves ( I
got a bag of them at a local Indian grocery store, they impart a lovely
flavour but not necessary), 3 cardamon pods, 1/2 cup of red lentils, 1
cup of lentils rice and bean mix ( they were in a bag together), 1
Tablespoon grated ginger, 1 cup of frozen mixed veggies, 6 cups of
I sauteed the onions in my new Christmas present cast iron pot, you can
use oil but I don't...I just stir them and as they start to stick I add
a bit of broth to unstick them. When they are golden, stop.
Next step is to just dump in the rest of the ingredients, and add the rest of the broth
in a handful of mixed frozen veggies. Of course you can add some fresh
veggies, anything goes. I just didn't have anything on hand today.
some grated fresh ginger and simmer for about 40 minutes. If you are
lucky enough to find some coconut milk in your cupboard you can add that
“Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re
writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate
and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a
pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white
knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to
say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and
please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from
ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret,
so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you
have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of
the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.”
November has always been a month of grey and gold to me. A solemn month. Shedding cloaks of autumn, it settles into simple homespun and subdued colour. Closing into itself
Days shorter and nights darker. I am one of the few that enjoy November. I like the stillness and the winding down. A quiet month. Settling into new routines, preparing for the harsh months hovering so uncomfortably near.
November smells of cinnamon and pumpkin and earthy leaves and wood smoke. Sullen dove soft skies and breathless air. November is also wild storms and damp days, intense sunsets and stark blue skies. Winds that shear away remaining leaves and send them tumbling across the landscape. There is a restrained turbulence to the month of November. Come close and warm your hands by the fire....
“November--with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red
sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear
days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified
serenity of folded hands and closed eyes--days full of a fine, pale
sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless gold of the
juniper-trees and glimmered among the grey beeches, lighting up
evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of the pines. Days
with a high-sprung sky of flawless turquoise. Days when an exquisite
melancholy seemed to hang over the landscape and dream about the lake.
But days, too, of the wild blackness of great autumn storms, followed by
dank, wet, streaming nights when there was witch-laughter in the pines
and fitful moans among the mainland trees. What cared they? Old Tom had
built his roof well, and his chimney drew.”
- L.M. Montgomery
Hey! Come join me on Sunday Nov 13! We are painting this festive scene. Make it your own, add extra birdhouses, birds, change what you want....... I will guide you. NO experience needed. Lunch and all supplies included. Hosted at Fruition Cafe on Coburg Road and Oxford Street in Halifax. Treat yourself to a really fun afternoon!
Thanks for popping by:) My name is Shelagh Duffett. I am an artist and mum to a beautiful daughter. I live in the gorgeous province of Nova Scotia, Canada and write about bits and pieces of my life.
Alice is the name of my grandmother, who was an amazing business woman and Paris is a city we LOVE. Art and tea are necessities! Cheers.