Babbling Like An Idiot


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The other day I saw the following poem posted by my friend Ellen on Facebook. I knew immediately

that I would have to share it


with you.



by Edna St. Vincent Millay

To what purpose, April, do you return again?

Beauty is not enough

You can no longer quiet me with the redness of little leaves opening stickily.

I know what I know.

The sun is hot on my neck as I observe the spikes of the crocus.

The smell of the earth is good.

It is apparent that there is no death.

But what does that signify?

Not only under ground are the brains of men eaten by maggots.

Life in itself is nothing, an empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.

It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.


Friday Pick 206 – Not So Middle-Earth



You know how Facebook brings up memories from a year or more ago on whichever date it happens to be that day? Well I was delighted all over again to see this post on April 11, 2017. A wonderful blogger who writes for In His Image blog wrote and dedicated a post to me in response to my yearning for spring in 2013. Here it is again. ❤

In In His Image’s own words:

This blog will mostly contain writings about science, current events, and freedom. Freedom from the chains of both religion and the state. Like many others, I was raised Christian, and the best lesson I learned from my mother was the love of truth. Truth is the ideal that I have pursued despite its changing effects on myself. I love truth enough to follow it down the dark corridors of human history, to envision a wonderful future for mankind, and yes, I love truth enough to be proven wrong...

This week, I’ve chosen the post below as my Friday Pick.

In this post In His Image shares a delightful poem he wrote for me… 

Not So Middle – Earth by After His Own Image


*I’ve closed my comments in hopes that you will leave a comment on the writer’s page*

Calgary is A Different City Than it Was…Or is it?


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A few months back I read that Calgary surpassed Ottawa in population and became Canada’s third largest city with a population of 1.4 million people.

It’s hard to believe that when I first moved to Calgary in 1990, its population was 625,000. It was a different city then. People said hello, people who you’d never met actually said hello to you on the street, in the parks, in the malls. It seemed a friendlier place back then. There was a real sense of community – it was a city with a village feel and I felt safe, even in the wee hours of the night.

Calgary has grown quite a bit since then, having more than doubled its population. And it feels different, it feels colder somehow. People don’t say hello like they used to. They seem more caught up with their electronics; cell phones glued to the sides of their faces or held out up front while chasing down Pokémon, earbuds embedded deep into their heads while they blow by you, barely noticing you on the street, in the parks, in the malls.

People just seem to care less…

at least that’s the impression I had up until early Saturday morning when I got a call from my landlord. It turned out that my neighbor across the hall interrupted a would-be thief while he was breaking into my car. Ron, my neighbor chased him off in the early hours of the morning and called the police.

Now I’m no stranger to having my car broken into.

I mean one comes to even expect it at some level when living in a big city. Over the years and after several break-ins, I have learned not to leave anything valuable in my car, so aside from having had to put all my highway emergency items that had been strewn around the trunk of my car back into the kit, and having to clean up my car manual, a few odd cassette tapes and my vehicle upkeep and maintenance papers from the seat and floor on the passenger side of my car and put them back into my glove box, I came away from this event virtually unscathed.

No, a car break-in doesn’t really cause a ripple in my world.

What really stands out to me is that Ron, the man who lives across the hall in my apartment building, was awoken when he heard clanging and banging from his bedroom window and went out into the parking lot to investigate. And this same man, Ron had the courage and took the time to protect my property – if that isn’t a good neighbor, I don’t know what is.

Maybe Calgary really isn’t all that different from back then after all.


Thanks Ron, for reminding me that there are still good people in this world, people who care about other people, even in big cities.




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This morning, with her, having coffee.

Johnny Cash, when asked his definition of paradise

Brilliant. So simple, yet so true. That’s what I thought when I first read this quote on my Twitter feed a few days ago.

Johnny Cash got it.

He understood.

It’s funny how paradise can turn out to be something completely different from what we thought it would be. That what we think we want is nowhere close to what we end up cherishing.

How often do we tell ourselves that when we get that promotion, when we finally can afford a house in a particular area, when who we are becomes a household name, we will have arrived? It will be like paradise.

We don’t always know what we treasure until it is lost to us. One only has to look back to realize that “those days we sat drinking coffee with whomever, while the rising sun’s rays spilled onto the kitchen table” were the best times of our lives.

It really is the people whom we love in life that make it feel as though we’re living in paradise or said more plainly – mean the very most to us.


The Difference Between Judging and Discerning

I’ve been doing a lot of reading on dualistic thinking and how it limits us, so when I came across Val’s post yesterday, I just had to share with you! ❤
Diana xo

Find Your Middle Ground

not black and white

When I was little, I was told how important it was to do what was “right” and not get into trouble by doing something “wrong”. Yet, as I grew up I saw that many of the rights and wrongs didn’t make sense. It all depended on the perspective and belief of the person.

When I was told that a terrorist is also a freedom fighter, depending on whose side you are on, I really got it.  It opened my eyes to seeing things in a new way.

Dualistic (either/or) thinking, prevents us from seeing the whole truth.

Judging is about determining what is right or wrong, good or bad. It comes from our minds tendency to think dualistically, in terms of right or wrong. We grasp on to this to keep us feeling in control and safe. In order to maintain a stable society, religion and the law reinforce this idea.


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Meeting Flynn And Other Things


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The distant soul can shake the distant friend’s soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.

John Masefield

Well good morning everyone!

Listen I know I’ve been kind of MIA on here lately. I’m not sure why; low energy or maybe I am just not feeling it. Hopefully, I’ll snap out of it soon.

I’ve been checking in though, reading your posts every now and then and I want you to know that I very much appreciate you and this beautiful WordPress community.

Also I want to share a couple of things with you:

1. I got an email the other day informing me that 23 and Me got my DNA sample. So in 6-8 weeks, I’ll be able to tell you if I’m a Viking or not – I’m excited to get the results!

And 2. Last weekend, I finally got to meet my grandpuppy Flynn and visit with my beautiful daughter Michaela and her amazing boyfriend Werner at the infamous Peter’s Drive In in Red Deer Alberta.

I’m a dog person and I especially like big dogs and at 10 weeks old, weighing in at almost 30 pounds, Flynn’s gonna be a BIG dog!

Photos from our visit below.

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“The only way to gain power in a world that is moving too fast is to learn to slow down. And the only way to spread one’s influence wide is to learn how to go deep. The world we want for ourselves and our children will not emerge from electronic speed but rather from a spiritual stillness that takes root in our souls. Then, and only then, will we create a world that reflects the heart instead of shattering it.”

― Marianne Williamson, The Gift of Change: Spiritual Guidance for a Radically New Life


The Non-Complaint Department

In lieu of a Friday Pick. ❤
Gratitude is the best attitude!


I overheard the most ordinary – yet extraordinary – conversation yesterday.

Two friends were catching up after our Yoga class. One had just returned from visiting her son and grandchildren.

“I see my grandchildren so much more than I ever thought I would,” the woman said. “It’s such an easy trip. Bradley [our Connecticut airport] is so fantastic.”

“I know!” said her friend. “Convenient parking, easy walks to the gates…  we are so lucky!”

Okay. Wow.

When was the last time you heard someone say something nice about AN AIRPORT????

But it’s true. We have a nice airport. And there are great airports all over the world. We can go anywhere. I did not travel the ocean in steerage to go to my business meeting in France.

I’m not saying we don’t have lots of problems with flying. But my God, we are flying.

And there are so many things…

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A Journey Back In Time


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Do you ever wonder where your physical traits come from? I sure do.

I mean I can look at my parents and see where my blue eyes come from and whose teeth I have and so on, but I’ve always wondered about my weird-looking chubby knees that seem to be prevalent on my mom’s side of the family.

‘Unique knees,’ an old boyfriend tactfully called them once.

“They look like they bend backwards when you’re standing, like you’re double-jointed,” my friend Helga once said.

Outside of mom’s family, I have never seen anyone with legs like mine. Well once I did. I was in the Dominican Republic with Mom and there was a family there; a mom and dad with two teenagers and they ALL had legs like mine! They were from Norway or Finland or Iceland or something.

They were tall, blond, blue-eyed and looked like Vikings! But it was their legs that caught my attention!

Look Mom! They have legs like us!

Are they the descendants of Vikings, I wondered? Am I a descendant of Vikings? It would sure explain a lot about parts of my personality!

I know my grandmother’s family came from Sweden, so maybe, right? Anyway, I got it in my head that I’m a Viking ever since I saw that family in the DR.

So I finally broke down and ordered a DNA kit from 23 and me.

What’s your best guess on my ethnicity?

I can’t wait to find out if I’m a Viking or not.

And I will keep you posted!


Have you ever sent away for a DNA kit? Do you know where your ancestors came from? If so, let me know in the comment section!

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May The Road Rise Up To Meet You #yyc


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This hard-working Leprechaun and lovely gentleman and lady graciously allowed me to snap their picture on 17th Avenue SW, Calgary, Alberta, Canada

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields
and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.

(traditional Gaelic blessing)

Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone! ❤

Diana xo