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Your Trip Around the Sun

Has it been a challenging time for you over the past three months or more? I have found it had its moments of ups and downs and if I paid too much attention to everything going on around me, I could easily be sucked down into the depths of despair. So on times I tuned it out and turned it off – not because I am callous or uncaring, but for the very act of self-preservation.  Did you do the same? During those times, everyday living provided the comic relief needed to balance out and restore my psyche.

It was a Monday

It was a Monday that it happened.  It must have been, for there had been so many Saturdays and Sundays in that week that the lawn was in need of attention. You see, the weekends are not to be used for work – one of my policies, of course. But with so many Saturdays and Sundays everything was now long overdue. The grass was a foot long and there was a sea of yellow swaying in the breeze. The bathroom needed cleaning, the laundry was piling up and the dust was ideal for making happy faces and writing your name (Remember doing that as a child?)

It was early morning and I was excited to get started. Mondays are so much fun. There’s a whole week ahead to do everything. But first things first – plot out the menu for the week and prepare some snacks and meals in advance.  Now I don’t know about you but I like having things on hand for those times when I’m hungry but don’t have time to waste.  For instance, I usually have a bottle of pickled eggs ready and waiting – a perfect solution. I had made a point of buying an extra dozen for that very purpose.

So on that Monday morning, I put the pot on to boil and headed to the office to take a quick look at my emails. Along the way, I noticed the dehumidifier was full so I stopped to empty it. Back on track, I tripped over a pair of shoes in my pathway.  I grumbled at the person who could have been so careless – after all, I could have broken something. Having come to no real harm, I decided it best to put those darned things where they belonged for fear the next time the outcome would be different.

And THEN I Remembered

Now that set me to thinking of words that rhyme with shoes which, naturally, made me think of footprints, which made me think of social distancing. I could visualize all those wonderful little patches on the floors – the ones that keep us at the appropriate distance.  So what to do but sit right down and sketch a footprint and suddenly I remembered to check my emails.

It was about that time that I heard a faint “POP”. I stopped to listen closely.  It sounded like a light bulb blew.  Then I heard a second big POP; then a third. Then, I remembered.

I bolted up the stairs, two at a time.

Oh, but I just love Mondays!

Your Trip Around the Sun

It had all started with a dozen HARD boiled eggs, a footprint, and a laugh. Before the week had ended, the lawn was mowed, the bathrooms cleaned, the dusting done. But it got me thinking about footprints and how each of us find our way through this life. Every day is so very special. Life being as brief as it is, it is foolish to waste even a moment in time regardless of what is thrown at us.

Have you ever read the book, ‘Where the Sidewalk Ends”, by Shel Silverstein? Perhaps your first thought would have been that it is a book for children, so you hastily put it aside. Well I don’t know about you, but I find sometimes the most insightful thoughts come from just such a source.

This morning while making a birthday card, I was once again reminded of one of Silverstein’s poems,

“Oh look! Oh look!
Oh look what I’ve done
I found a way
to lasso the sun.”

I had borrowed a line from that poem and a phrase often used by my niece, Kaleigh Kingsbury, who treats every day as a blessing. The phrase is about the cycle of life and “her trip around the sun”.  Between Kaleigh and Silverstein, I arranged the words I needed for the card and I found the threads on which to weave another day.

On your trip around the sun

allow yourself to dream
and live each day with complete abandon
so that when you look back
you will be able to say

“I  found a way to lasso the sun”

May it be an absolutely wonderful trip!

The Picture is Unique

I woke early, as usual. The sun was streaming in the window. I could hear the birds chirping. I blinked and I could see the photo of a beautiful face that always makes me smile. And then, I blinked again and reached for my glasses … they were not on my bedside table. Panic!

Picture it! For as along as you can remember you wake each morning, reach for your glasses, get yourself out of bed and navigate.  It’s routine. It’s second nature. Those glasses are your lifeline. Well, a little over a week ago I had eye surgery – a new lens in each eye. AMAZING! For the first time since I was about 8 years old …

I can SEE – without glasses!

In the middle of surgery

When I was getting ready to go into the OR, the assistant (one of THREE each with the name Jennifer) said, quite casually,

“The doctor likes to listen to music in the OR. What kind of music do you like?”

Oh now that was an easy question, thank goodness. You see I was just a little nervous about the whole procedure and it had nothing to with music … “Classical and Easy Listening – Andrea Bocelli is my favourite,” I said. “As long as it isn’t Country (the cry in your beer kind),” I added.

I didn’t think any more of it as I lay back (almost white knuckled). There were 2 procedures to be done – a different room for each. The first procedure went well … I just had to remind myself to breathe every now and then.  So that done, it was off to room number 2. As I settled back, I could hear the distant voice of Andrea Bocelli and it hit me – they wanted to know what kind so they could ‘please the patient’. Impressive!

It was then that I heard the song Andrea sang during the Easter performance, ‘Amazing Grace’ and just as the doctor started the second procedure, I heard the words “was blind but now I see”.

I started to laugh … not a good idea in the middle of surgery.

“Are you okay?” asked the doctor and that triggered another wave of laughter.  Now let me tell you, it’s not possible to explain anything properly when you have a face mask and your eyes are clamped wide open with bright lights glaring through. I managed to say “I’m great”.

Everything completed, the second Jennifer enters saying, “Now for Willie Nelson!”

My son and I were on the way back home when I told him the story.  His humour is as bad as mine and he got it immediately. We both went off in peels of laughter all the way across town

…  again, not a good thing when your eyes are swollen shut and you have to keep the pressure down.

Later that evening, I was settled in and looking somewhat like a alien, when it hit me.

Andrea Bocelli!

The Picture is Unique

Isn’t it intriguing how the mind works and how we view things.  Most of the time, we have no idea how powerful that really is. We explore the world around us, totally amazed at what we see – each of us with a different camera. Every now and then we may change the lens and suddenly we have a whole new perspective influenced by our day to day experience and external environment. Each time, regardless of the lens, we can rest assured our understanding of the picture is unique.

A steaming hot cup of coffee and my mind went madly off in all directions once again. There is so much to see, so much to do and I feel like life has been on hold for far too long. You know the feeling.

© 2020 Beulah Peyton Bouzane. All rights reserved.

I Thought of You This Morning

I thought of you this morning. There was laughter in the air and as the day wore on, I knew it was time to sit right down and write to you.

Has your hair gone grey?
Do you look like a fright?
Have you wasted your time
confused day with night

Are you as contrary as sin
or taking it all in stride
Are you ready to crack
or blow things open wide.

Are you longing to travel,
perhaps get away
Do you want an adventure
or to just get out and play

Whatever you're feeling
the good that I see
is that darn old virus
didn't get you or me.

I thought of you this morning
And knew I shouldn’t wait
To sit right down and write to you
though May is getting late.

Our lives have changed forever
But don't let that mess up your mind
for we can still laugh and talk and play
and give hugs, though the virtual kind.

What a wonderful day to be alive!

© 2020 Beulah Peyton Bouzane

An Amazing Sister! An Amazing Minister

Today is my sister's 30th Anniversary of Ordination - a minister of word, sacrament and pastoral care in the United Church of Canada.

Congratulations Valerie Peyton Kingsbury.  We are so proud of you!


She wrote of this in her weekly blog

Title:  A Day I Will Never Forget


It Struck A Chord

It all started a couple of nights ago when I sat back to listen to a video of my brother, Tunker Campbell, as he played and sang.  And, thanks to my wonderful sister who brought this man into our family many years ago – but that’s another story for another time. I beamed with pride as I watched those finger move up and down the strings making beautiful music. He struck chords most of us will never know or be able to replicate. It was beautiful. Then it hit me …

“I can share this video with my friends on Facebook.”

And, off I went! I hit buttons I didn’t know existed and got myself into a real muddle. Not good with all the intricacies of Facebook I sent it off somewhere and then couldn’t find where in the world it had gone UNTIL Facebook graciously sent me a message that one of my friends liked it on  Story.

“Huh? Story?”

Really! I couldn’t picture Mike stopping to read one of my stories and then, to say he liked it.  Well, I was so flattered! I was about to send him a thank you message. Of course, I was intending to start off with some smart remark like  “Mike! First of all I didn’t know you could even read.”

You see, in my head, story automatically refers to one of the books I read or the stories I publish in the blog on my website. Luckily, something clicked in place and my son bailed me out with information and instructions on the Facebook features “Story” and Timeline”.

It Struck A Chord

Tunker Campbell
Photo Credit: Geoff Goodyear Photography

Looks like an album cover. A life’s worth of music.

“It’s not that hard”, he said to me once.
“It’s only 6 strings.”

Source: D. David Bouzane

Photo: @ Geoff Goodyear (shared with permission).
Click HERE to visit Geoff’s website

Tunker is amazing! He can make those strings talk.

In our family we are blessed with a number of people who can play guitar, and play it well.  Some sing. Some play piano. Some can do it all.  I am betting it is the same with your families. There’s so much talent.  And then there are those of us who, at least, ‘give it a good try’.  Oh yes … it’s only 6 strings.

Remember when you or your child picked up a trumpet for the first time, the flute, piano accordion, or a guitar. Or, perhaps it was the sound of a voice trying to hit a note that went sour.   Can’t you just hear it!

For many who have been connecting on Facebook or other social media over the last couple of weeks, none of it mattered. While we certainly have witnessed so much talent and loved every bit of it, none of us have been looking for perfection. It didn’t matter if the painting was strange or smudged, if the photo was blurred and the lighting wrong, if the songs were sung out off tune or if words were misspelled in a poem or poster. It has been beautiful.

With lessons aside, I sat back to watch the fun that people are having and the innovative games being played.  And I watched and listened to quite a number of the wonderful music videos that people far and wide are creating and sharing as we all cope with the covid-19 crisis. Regardless of race, creed, colour, religion and all the different labels we have managed to place on each other – on humanity – we reach out because we need each other.

It struck a chord.

© 2020 Beulah Peyton Bouzane


“Land God Gave to Cain’ © Tunker Campbell
A song he wrote about his father, Glyn Campbell, who was a trapper from Mulligan


A Piece of Birch Bark

Like many of you, over the past few days I’ve been mesmerized by the COVID.19 crisis. The whole world has turned upside down and life in no longer as it was. It is such a scary time for all of us. And, like many of you, I have been trying to do my part, abiding by the rules of social distancing and staying close to home.  At times like this, it is so important to keep positive, keep busy, and help in whatever way we can, albeit from a distance for those of us not on the front lines.

Besides staying healthy, my head has been spinning with ideas of ways to help, things to do and ways to keep productive. My sisters and friends have been writing, tackling projects and creating so many wonderful things – quilts, crocheted rugs, pottery, delicious meals. One sister is inspired by the land, the people and the sea; another by everyday experiences; another by food and feeding people.  One friend dug out a sweater she had knit several years ago. All the pieces were completed.  All that was needed was to put the darn thing together – and so it began.

I, too, have been inspired – sometimes just to sit and watch through my window. With that and combined with all those thoughts swirling in my head, perhaps I can create. So I’ve been writing, reading, building a few little things, cleaning up my workshop, learning the ‘how tos’ of some new online tools, assisting clients with their websites and doing some related volunteer work. Despite the concern and worry, dare I say, “I’ve been enjoying myself!”

Now I started off this morning feeling just a little bit guilty about that … and then I heard the crows!

It All Started Over A Piece of Birch Bark

The crows have absolutely no sense! They are making such a fuss in the trees nearby – fighting over a piece of birch bark, I think. Well now, my first thought was,

“There is more than one piece of bark out there, so stop your fighting. There are a number of birch trees in our front garden so there should be lots to go round.” And then I thought, “Wait a minute! What good is a piece of Birch Bark?”

Several years ago one of my friends gifted me a necklace which she had made. It was so thoughtful of her.  Such beautiful bead work! What I found most intriguing was that the pendant was created from a piece of birch bark.

Historically, indigenous people used bark to cover canoes, make watertight wigwams, cradles and even coffins to bury their dead. When I was young, my father showed me how to make a bowl out of bark that could be used for holding and boiling water especially when you’re in the middle of the woods and don’t have a container. He also showed me how to make a horn that could be used for imitating a moose call or, in the absence of bark, to cup my hands a certain way to create that same sound.

I can remember writing little notes on bark when I was a child.  In recent years, I’ve gathered bark and birch sticks for making crafts and for decoration in the house.  One of my friends uses birch sticks for carving and at Christmas she used the bark to make gift tags.  Absolutely beautiful!

But, credit where credit is due.  The crows had figured it out long before our time and now I’m thinking they were probably the reason behind our original inspirations.

The leaves and sap from the birch tree are often used for making tea and medicines. I wonder, did the crows have that figured out, too?  We have discovered many things just by watching the birds and the animals.

And then I thought – toilet paper!

I hear reports that during this crisis some are standing in line ups to buy up products that they are worried will be depleted. Some are angry because services cannot be provided today or at least some not as efficiently and as quickly as they were yesterday or last week.

And then I went outside to pick up a piece of birch bark.

To all frontline workers in all lines of work – from health care to delivery crews to bankers to cleaning staff to … 

Thank You!

Stay safe! Stay healthy!



Lessons in Life

There are many lessons in life, all of which can come together to help build strong character and make you a better person.  Some are hard to live by while others are easy to follow and make good common sense. I remember some of the ones I learned from my role models:

Love many, trust few and remember to paddle your own canoe
Do not envy others
Stop and think before you speak
Keep two hands on the wheel
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer
Do not wish ill of another
Give freely and quietly
Never let the sun set on your anger
Don’t use bad words
Love is just a word until you give it meaning
There’s nothing more valuable than your integrity
Do not be covetous
Familiarity breeds contempt
Be humble for there will always be greater persons than you

I can keep on going with that list, just as I’m sure you can too. But this week, I was sorely tempted to put aside one of those lessons. Well, I have to tell you that I’m not one bit sorry to say,

“Temptation won!”

Lessons in Life

You see on Sunday morning at about 11:45
I discovered a crime that near drove me wild.

They had come right in, whether day or night,
And left with some saws. Now that’s just not right.

It had cost lots of money after a lot of hard work
And they took them like that – those miserable jerks

The miserable scoundrels. I felt so used
As I walked around, sort of halfway confused

Disappointed, discouraged and upset at that
I fair danced with anger and called them rats.

Why would somebody take our stuff
Are they in want and don’t have enough?

“Not so”, said the policeman. “They are up to no good.
They’re watching and waiting. A bunch of hoods.”

Don’t wish ill of another my mother said
But I put that aside because I saw red.

Instead as punishment, severe cramps would be just
with 2 weeks of diarrhea a definite must.

Followed by bed rest with much time to think
of the things they had done. Oh, how they stink.

Up went defences and some new safeguards
though a little bit late now they’re out of the yard.

But still time to take steps ‘case they decide to come back
there’ll be photos and systems making them easy to track

As hard as it is, it’s about lessons in life
learn from mistakes and don’t make them twice

“Watch out for scoundrels”, so said my mother
and that will replace, “Don’t wish ill of another.”

Oh my! It was a rough few days until my sense of humour returned …

Downshifting and Emergency Preparedness

It all started when I read my sister's blog, The Universe Said ENOUGH, in which she spoke of herself as being a little bit of a workaholic.

"Hmmm," I thought. "There's nothing little about it."

You see, she's always working - even when she thinks she isn't. But that particular week she finally realized she was tired after the Universe sent her a message. Yes ... the universe speaks to her directly.

All of this got me thinking about the need to always be doing something, to always be busy. It kind of runs in our family - well for 4 of the 5 sisters at least. Then, right in the middle of those thoughts I received a blog from Harold Taylor, a guru in Time Management.  It was titled "Are You a Workaholic?"  Really! Is this man also hearing the universe and sending me a message?


According to Harold, being a workaholic has less to do with always working than the need to always be busy. (Ouch!) He recommended "downshifting"...

Working less, wanting less, spending less and living more. Consider simplifying your life so you can spend more time on the things you are passionate about.

If you find yourself racing the clock, doing two things at once and eating on the run, try modifying your behavior. Drive slower, walk slower, talk slower and yes, even work slower. Your productivity may decrease in the short haul, but chances are, you'll accomplish a lot more in your lifetime.

Well now, I am not sure what rock I've been under but I definitely have been under one. Why have I not heard of 'downshifting'. I read a fair amount and figured I was on top of, or at least aware of, the latest. Guess Not!  But all in all, it did sound like some pretty good advice so I decided I would heed it.  It lasted for almost four days!

Emergency Preparedness

Okay!  It really is ENOUGH now.  Confined for 4 days. I enjoy my own company but, seriously, there is a limit and I am starting to get on my nerves! Every muscle is crying out for mercy after 3 days of shovelling and cleanup. Thank goodness the sun is now shining and the worst is over.

But tell me, do you enjoy storms?  How about preparing for emergencies? Since the humongous storm this weekend in my corner of the world, everybody is talking about the circumstances and what they are going to do to prepare for the NEXT time.  Well, I for one have added two more things to my list - snow shoes and patience.

I know I must be the very worst but I have to tell you, I love a good storm. For me, preparing is half the fun. I think it comes from the things our parents taught us when we were little. They had experienced The Great Depression and knew how to stretch a dollar and how to always be prepared - not just for emergencies but for every day.  In any event, I have my own list that I am always adjusting as it's a learning experience (like the snow shoes).  It also depends on the season and where I am living but for the most part there are some things that always stay the same.

  • lamps filled and strategically positioned all over the house with matches in each chimney; a supply of candles
  • extra lamp oil, butane and propane cylinders
  • flashlight and extra batteries
  • emergency stove in case there's no electricity
  • first aid kit
  • emergency blanket and tarpaulin
  • rope, pocket knife and scissors
  • shovel and axe
  • bulk supply of flour, powdered milk, yeast, baking powder, salt, sugar, cooking oil, peas, beans, coffee and tea
  • cupboard stocked with preserves - bottled meats, cabbage rolls, beans, soup and vegetables
  • pickled eggs
  • lots of drinking water containers filled
  • several good books
  • pen and writing paper

And, for this particular storm, there were lots of warnings ahead of time so I had plenty of time to add other essentials

  • snowblower and vehicle full of gas and several extra tanks on hand
  • fresh and frozen fruit and vegetables

The bulk supply of dried foods and preserves don't just happen during emergencies. That's something I've been doing for years so there's no added expense or panic to stock up when emergencies occur. 

Over the past 4 days, neighbours were all helping neighbours, making sure everyone was safe and doing well.  Thank goodness for the snowblowers as each driveway was cleared out and cleaned up.

In between all that I have done nothing but relax, eat well and enjoy writing and reading.  I made fresh bread (ate 2 loaves), binged on cookies and partridge berry cake and treated myself to a whole lot of those preserves. Now I need the stores to open as my clothes no longer fit.  It's like the storm gave me full licence to totally 'Downshift'.


The storm is over and I can feel it all ramping up inside again - so much to do, so many adventures to have and time is 'a wasting '.

Holy Crow! A New Decade

January 1, 2020

It is so much fun to start fresh and new. I love it!   So far this morning

12:01 am sound asleep
3:00 am wide awake and having a delicious Hazelnut flavoured coffee
3:30 am off to the airport (family had to catch an early flight)
4:00 am back home for breakfast (leftover steak, eggs, bacon, and toast with bakeapple jam)
5:00 am hot bath while pretending I am in a luxurious spa
5:30 am sending New Years greetings to family and friends
6:00 am settling down to write a new story

Now tell me! Isn't that a perfect way to start a new decade? Mind you, I'm not quite sure where the 'spa' thoughts came from as I have never been to one in my life.  Perhaps I will make it a reality this year or maybe it will just remain in my thoughts as I go madly off in all directions.  And the food - oh my.

What Mom Always Said

I can remember my Mom saying years ago,

"You must always wear something new on New Years Day AND whatever you do that day will be how you will spend the rest of the year."

Wear something new?  Okay, I have a couple of options - new pajamas, new socks and a beautiful scarf given to me by a special aunt. I am definitely not as brave as some so I will NOT be wearing those pjs out in public. That leaves me with the socks and, of course, the scarf will do nicely.

What to do today?  Hmm! There's a whole list of things I'd like to pack into the next few hours:

go for a hike
visit family and friends
make a new card
sketch something
write a poem
try a new recipe
learn to play the accordion

Really Mom! It's only been 7 hours in this year and already I'm saying "Squirrel"

To my family and friends, I wonder  ...  What were you doing at midnight, will you wear something new, and how will you spend your day?  Be sure to leave a comment on this blog. I would love to hear from you.

Holy Crow! A New Decade is Underway

Wishing all of you my very best!


Ever get to the end of a day and wonder, where in the world did the time go?

Memories Wrapped In A Rock

Update on the Craft Fairs

All over for this year!  We attended the Fair in Eastport and another in St. John’s.  What an experience!  We were flopping back and forth from laughter, to confusion, to anxiety, to excitement and, at the end, exhaustion. Deborah and I gained so much knowledge about the marketplace and what people seem to be interested in these days. I now have a whole new appreciation for craft producers. What work is involved!

Thank You

Many thanks to family and friends who supported us. Your encouragement and help meant so much.

To our customers, some of whom were family and friends and some who were strangers, we hope you thoroughly enjoy the products as much as we enjoyed making them and serving you.

Subcontracted to Our Digital Devices

The other day I listened to a radio program about memories and memory loss. It is a topic that is on many of our minds these days and causes many of us no end of worry.  This particular program was really interesting as it dealt not just with the various forms of dementia that seem so prevalent today but the general use of our minds to capture and recant our stories and information.  One sentence stood out among all the rest:

“We have subcontracted our memories to our digital devices.”

Oh my … how true is that!  Or at least it certainly is for me.

    1. My contact list, my calendar, my shopping list, my ‘to do’ list … all of it resides on my phone.  I set alerts and reminders so I no longer have to worry about remembering where I am supposed to be and when.
    2. My computer holds all my stories, poems and photos;
    3. my iPad provides the lists of my favourite songs, lyrics and guitar chords; my favourite books and which one I read last;
    4. Google tells me how to spell words properly and provides the definitions and information I need on all sorts of topics;
    5. I can barely find my way to the corner store without Google Maps.

Seriously! And what isn’t on an electronic device is posted to sticky notes and journals. Mind you, most of the time I can’t remember exactly where I placed them and can’t find the darned things when most needed. In far reaches of my mind, I may be able to come up with the words needed to communicate my thoughts but it could be hit or miss. Sometimes I wonder.

Does any of this sound familiar to you?  If not one might be inclined to think I’m exaggerating to make a point … not likely!  Picture my week:

I got lost in the city – twice. Well really, not lost exactly as it wasn’t as if I didn’t know where I was going. I hadn’t really forgotten how to get there but my mind was happily off in all directions while I was driving (squirrel).  By the time I focused on the topic at hand and where I was supposed to be headed, I was down in Logy Bay.  Naturally, I didn’t remember the address so Google Maps was useless.  After a few chuckles, I just took in the sites, stopped to look at the ocean, and then went home. The next time I was looking for an arena and in the midst of it found myself in the middle of a funeral procession. I found the arena the following day.

I forgot an appointment I’d made a few days ago because I didn’t look at my calendar and didn’t have an ‘auto’ alert set for the time.

I double booked a get-together with friends because one time slot had inadvertently been placed on the 2020 calendar (Gremlins were at fault on that one).

I went to the store and walked around wondering what I had intended to buy. My list was still sitting on the kitchen table and I’d forgotten to take a picture of it before leaving the house.  So naturally I left the store with 3 bags full – not one item matched the list on the table.

What I am happy to report is that I do remember my phone number so at least something is still up there floating around in my head.  Great comfort, as I often enjoy talking to myself.

Memories Wrapped in a Rock

My Aunt and I were discussing memories and stories from the past, like those wrapped in the many things she has  around her home. Some of the things children had given my uncle or her over the years, things now probably long forgotten by the kids but still fond memories for her.

Somehow the topic turned to painted rocks and then rocks in general. She remembered how years ago, my son had given my uncle a rock (more like a boulder) and a bright green kneeling pad as a Christmas present. It was a prayer rock. It was to be placed by the bedside so when he stubbed his toe on it, it would presumably be a reminder for him to say his prayers – using the kneeling pad, obviously. I  can imagine that rock prompted some colourful biblical words from my uncle but I’m not sure about the prayers.

Rock painting and engraving are among the world’s oldest art forms. Depictions of human and animal figures, unusual combinations of the features of both, and geometric and other patterns have been used by wide-ranging cultures and civilizations since the beginning of time. Besides being admired for their sophisticated, powerful and detailed representations, they have provided a window into the memories and daily lives of our ancient ancestors.

But it’s not just about ancient worlds.  Rock painting is quite a phenomena all over North America in the last few years.  It has become the hottest hobby for kids and grown-ups alike.  Basically, people are painting rocks and hiding them everywhere for others to find.  Just try Googling the subject.  You’ll come up with more than 68 million entries – everything from how to paint, what to paint, how to hide, where to hide, how to find and so on.  It is a way for people to let their creative side shine and is a relatively cheap hobby that provides a whole lot of fun!  It is connecting people and bringing smiles to the faces of those who do the painting and to those who find them. One in particular was found at the airport in St. John’s and ended up in Norway.  The markings on the back indicated who had painted it and the two families, one in Newfoundland and one in Norway, became connected.

Many other rocks have been hidden all around the Continent apparently. I wonder will future civilizations find any of these? Will the paint survive the elements? Will any conclusions be formed about the meaning and the people who painted them? Will they be a window into our memories?

Poems that Live Forever

If you put the painting part aside, you’ll find that many people are fascinated with rocks – everything to rock formations that have evolved over the ages to small pieces that have broken away from glaciers and have been washed smooth with the ocean waves. In my world they are considered interesting and pretty.  While other children were picking wild flowers to bring to their moms, my son would search for the most beautiful pebbles and rocks to share with me.  They came in all shapes and colours and thankfully they were all small, much smaller than the one he gave to his uncle. I still have several as keepsakes of those wonderful years.

Then as an adult and after he’d move away from home, I received one more rock that came in the mail as part of a Mother’s Day surprise. It is the most special of them all.  Accompanied by a book of poems called Poems that Live Forever, that rock is a poem in itself and is now in my own collection. These are the memories that never fade and have no need to be subcontracted to digital devices.

Quote for Today:

© 2019 Beulah Peyton Bouzane.



Heaven in a Wild Flower

Yesterday my granddaughter, Kaitlyn, and I attended a workshop on photography. It was offered by Geoff Goodyear (Geoff Goodyear Photography) a well known photographer from Newfoundland and Labrador who has captured some amazing pieces of art over the years.

There were about 10 of us at the workshop, all with varying expertise - from the total novice (me) to those who have made this a lifelong hobby. Learning the 'how tos' and 'don't dos' along with excellent tips and techniques was balanced with such good humour in relaxed, friendly atmosphere.

During the afternoon portion, we took a field trip to the Grand Falls House to take photos to our hearts content. I tried diligently to apply the things I'd learned.  But it was watching Kaitlyn and the other participants that sparked the greatest pleasure and made me wonder - what do they see!  What seemed to be intriguing to some seemed to go unnoticed by others - each person seeing the world through different eyes.

Kaitlyn explored the grounds seeking perfect shots - the twists, the shapes, the lighting, the contrast. She was struck by the beauty of a flower against the bark of an old tree. For others, it may have been the old building, its windows weather beaten and worn, or perhaps the majestic birch or a bumble bee.

It reminded of a piece written by William Blake many years ago:

To see a World in a grain of sand
And Heaven in a wild flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
and Eternity in an hour.





maple leaf

the flower

Geoff Goodyear Photography

Our thanks to Geoff for sharing his talents with us!

Yesterday's workshops were FANTASTIC

So today we head back for the final session ... Image editing and enhancement

Let's see if we can make the photos pop!

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