Blog Archives

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!

© 2019 Beulah Peyton Bouzane. All rights reserved.

I Blamed It On The Dragon Flies

To hold an old book
soft lettering of a title almost obliterated by age
to feel its cover
to smell its smell
to turn the pages, dry and stiff
so lovely - faded and worn
                                            ~ Beulah Peyton Bouzane

By now you may have gathered that I am a bit of a book collector and my shelves are overflowing.

If you recall, in my last blog I went in quest of that book "Be Here Now" by Ram Dass. I made a special trip to Chapters to search it out. Found it! 

This particular book is definitely different.  Perhaps not quite a gem but it took me by surprise.  Next time you are in a book store, take a look. You'll understand what I mean. Perhaps someday it will be part of my collection - just because it is different. Perhaps!


I Blamed It On Dragon Flies

Oh the fun you can have when you open your mind to new things!  It can be just an idea, or a new book, a spice you've never used before, a new design, a different hobby or or or ... And when that happens, you're likely to become just a little distracted - right?

Well that day it was about dragon flies. I was painting wine glasses and got stuck on rocking chairs and anchors when two of my sisters suggested I do dragon flies because people love dragon flies.  Really?  I was totally surprised as I am 'people' and I honestly can't recall ever being in love with a dragon fly.  Actually, I had never really given them much thought at all.  Truth be told, I could not really remember what a dragon fly looked liked so I did exactly what came to mind. I decided to paint a butterfly.

There were a number of things going on that day.  There were the wood plaques that needed some work, sketches half finished and, boring as it seemed at the time, it was laundry day. I was also intent on getting in some real exercise as the winter weather had rounded out the waistline and stiffened up the joints. The plan was to 'run the stairs'. My painting room, being in the basement, was the perfect location as it meant trips up and down during the course of events - coffee breaks, meal times, answering the phone, working in the office, painting, doing laundry.

The plaques were painted and I was ready to get started on the butterfly. The original would be a painting Kaitlyn, my granddaughter, had done the year before. I love her art work so it would serve as the perfect model. It was up the stairs to my office to print a copy.  It seemed like forever since I had a coffee so I stopped to make one - Hazelnut flavour - steaming hot and delicious. Then I fired up the computer, turned on the printer, found the picture I needed and set the print command. I stopped to google 'dragon flies'. Gosh, but they were kind of pretty.

I blame it all on dragon fliesIt was then that I remembered the laundry. Coffee in hand, I darted in the laundry room to get the first load of clothes underway.  It was the whites, of course.  Don't you always start with the whites?  There was a beautiful white linen tablecloth, a set of white bed sheets, white towels and face clothes.  I heard the ding and beep of the printer - out of paper. In went the detergent and off I went to load the paper. Another run downstairs, the glass prepared and brush in hand, I was armed and ready.  It was then I remembered the coffee!

Up to the laundry room I went, running the stairs (again) and in the doorway, I stopped in mid stride. Oh NO! The detergent cup was full.  The coffee cup was empty.

An hour and a half later the stains were gone and the washer was set to wash.

Naturally, I blamed it all on the dragon flies but seriously ... do you remember my story "Somebody Shouts Squirrel".


I Was Even Rather Snooty About It

Okay so I've been reading old children's books over the past month. I love reading and I love studying. I thought I had read or, at the very least knew, all the classics. Actually, I was even rather snooty about it. But I was rong.

Remember Winnie the Pooh? In one part, Rabbit describes the situation with Owl who liked to study knowledge for the sake of knowledge:

... you can't help respecting anybody who can spell Tuesday, even if he doesn't spell it right; but spelling isn't everything. There are days when spelling Tuesday simply doesn't count.

Don't ever underestimate the wisdom in some of those writings. Perhaps there are days when you are just like Owl and spelling Tuesday simply doesn't count.

The Phantom Tollbooth

Over the Easter weekend my grandson introduced me to this wonderful book, The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster (1961). It proved to be a classic I had never read.

Nicholas had read it last Fall sometime and had thought right away that it would be a book that I would enjoy. It was the best book he'd ever read he told me. He borrowed it from the school library during the Easter break and I found it on my pillow on Saturday morning.

It may be a children's book but I think everybody should read it. What a brilliant piece of writing! I laughed my way through from cover to cover and could not put it down until it was finished. The imagination and play on words is absolutely amazing.

If you haven't read it, you really should.  And, being a bit of a collector, I won't be satisfied until I have a copy in my library.


Oh and I Almost Forgot

Have you read Max Eisen's book, By Chance Alone? It is heavy duty reading - not quite Pooh or The Phantom Tollbooth - but a MUST read.  I was sitting in my vehicle outside Walmart listening to CBC (holding my breath). Waiting for that final selection for Canada Reads  2019 Award seemed like forever.  Then the announcement was made. I squealed. I laughed. I cried.  Perfect selection! The right choice!

© 2019 Beulah Peyton Bouzane. All Rights Reserved.

Two Eggs and A Fry Pan

Two Eggs and A Fry Pan

For those of you on Facebook, you may have read my post earlier in the week.  If not, here's what I said:

"Hello Everybody! It has been almost 8 months since I stepped away from Facebook. It was an experiment to see if I could actually stop. I found it was consuming so much of my time that I was losing precious hours. And, I was! It was taking at least 2 to 3 hours every single day. But the downside is that without Facebook I was missing out on some of my connections with family and friends.

So, I've decided to start up again. This time, I have set a firm commitment to limit my browsing to a maximum of 1/2 an hour a day. Hmmmm! Let's just see how that works out"

Eggs and fry panSounds pretty simple, right? Of course, there were some who welcomed me back. Some who hadn't noticed I was gone in the first place. And then there were a few who were skeptical that the 1/2 hour plan would work.

It was lunch time when I wrote that little message. I was so excited.  I scanned through 'a few' posts, catching up on what people had been doing over the past few months, enjoyed looking at some photos and THEN! I must have pitched two feet from the chair, tipped over my cup of coffee (yes, another one) and bolted up the stairs. Oh my goodness - two eggs and a fry pan later!

The rest of the week went slightly better though. The TV slipped from my grasp and went flying over the stairs. Later in the day, my phone quit. Well that's not quite accurate. The touch screen stopped working. Naturally, I did what any sane person would do, I stuck a pin in the little hole on the side, thinking it just might be a reset button. Out popped the teeny wee SIM card and disappeared. Did I mention it was in the kitchen where there was a beautiful beige, slightly patterned, ceramic floor. An hour later, I was standing at Bell kiosk.

Good books are like good friends

For me, reading and writing are passions - as necessary as breathing. There's something about the written word that is fascinating. It has the power to take us on travels to far off lands, to bring strangers into our lives and get to know them better, to evoke emotions, transform thoughts, challenge us to think differently, to quiet a troubled mind.  And then, there is the pure pleasure of reading a novel at bedtime or curled up in a chair with a cozy blanket and, perhaps, a glass of wine.

I also love listening to CBC radio in the morning. It is there that I hear about what's happening, about new research, the latest issues and who is agreeing with whom and who's not. I also hear about new books, old books, what's hot and what's not books.  This, of course, sends me off on a quest to find out more. And as often as not, I end up with yet another book.

Walking each other homeEarlier this week, I was in the middle of making a new card and listening to the radio with my thoughts tuning in and out when I heard a young woman reference a quote:

"In the end, we are just walking each other home."

I have no idea what topic was being discussed at that moment as my mind was blissfully coming up with a poem for the greeting card.  But that quote brought me to a standstill.  Only a few words, but powerful. Who first said it I wonder? Thankfully, Google (another good friend of mine) provided the answer. It was Ram Dass!

Now who in the blue blazes is Ram Dass? The name sounded vaguely familiar but I could not for the life of me remember any details. So I dug further.

What an interesting chap! Ram Dass (born Richard Alpert; April 6, 1931) is an American spiritual teacher, former academic and clinical psychologist, and author of many books, including Be Here Now. (source: Wikipedia) He is known for work with Timothy Leary at Harvard University in the early 1960s. They explored the therapeutic potential of psychedelic drugs under controlled conditions. He was kicked out of Harvard apparently and from there continued to explore. Ram Dass is also known for his travels to India and his relationship with the Hindu guru, Neem Karoli Baba. He has established a couple of charitable foundations and now, at the age of 88, continues to teach through his website, Being curious, I zipped right on over there and listened to a couple of his podcasts. Yes, interesting.

And now to find that book!




The rocking chair template is almost done. The envelopes and paper have been ordered and I finished the display board and sketches for the matching cards. What beautiful little gifts they will make! My latest 'painting on glass' project is also nearing completion.

Oh right - I almost forgot!  The TV which sat at the bottom of the stairs for most of the week is now gone for recycling thanks to the helping hands of a neighbour. My phone is working again and I have a wonderfully clean kitchen floor.

Such a fun week overall!

display board

Painting on Glass

TV Mishap

Enjoy Every Moment

If you love winter, the next two months are just perfect for your world. If you are longing for warm, sunny, days, take heart. It's only two to three months away!  Until then, enjoy every moment.

A wonderful day to be alive!

January 31, 2019


The Present - It is a Gift

Dave, who was my biggest inspiration in life, spoke little and yet said a lot. This was one of his favourite quotes and he literally lived it, every day:

Yesterday is gone. It is past. It is history.
Tomorrow is the future. It is a mystery.
Today is here. It is present! Treat it as a gift!

To wake to a beautiful sunrise! Is there anything better than that? But then again to wake to a delightful snow storm knowing you are cozy and warm inside is also wonderful. When you open your eyes and you know you can get out of bed on your own steam and breathe unassisted, it is definitely a gift. Today is a new day and a fresh start. Whatever happened yesterday can be set aside. It's gone and no longer matters in the scheme of things. This moment is now yours to do with as you want - to enjoy, to relax, to be the best you can be, to give back wherever you can, to learn, play and do, and to make things right if things need to be righted.

So what are my sisters up to this morning I wonder?

  • One is on her way to Fiji - Smack!
  • Another is getting ready to participate in a walk for the homeless.
  • Another just finished making a beautiful quilt for her grandchild.
  • And, the other is digging a tunnel to the road (she has 15 to 20 feet of snow in the driveway). Now that is a gift of another sort!

Enjoy Every Moment

"IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER" - by Erma Bombeck
(written after she found out she was dying from cancer.)

"Someone asked me the other day if I had my life to live over would I change anything. My answer was no, but then I thought about it and changed my mind."

There were many wonderful quotes in that book. Here are just a few that resonated with me this morning.

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

There would have been more I love yous ... more I'm sorrys ... more I'm listenings ... but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute of it. look at it and really see it ... try it on ... live it ... exhaust it ... and never give that minute back until there was nothing left of it.”

Now don't those quotes really make you think!

Decorations and scrubing bucketMy Christmas decorations are still up. There's a vacuum in the middle of the living room still waiting to capture the dog hairs and a scrubbing bucket full of cold soapy water that didn't quite make it to those spots on the floor.  Yesterday I dropped by for a quick stop to see a friend and left the car running - 50 minutes later I remembered. Oops! Must pay more attention! (Squirrel!)

I started writing this blog last week and am just finishing it this morning. So slow on the uptake it would seem, but really I was just too busy. Mind you, there were so many distractions and I was having such a lot of fun in that busyness.  There was a day at the Twillingate stadium with my little granddaughter (it was COLD); a night out with her to celebrate her 8th birthday; breakfast with our son and his family; a visit with my Mother-in-Law who will soon be 91 years old; designing a new ornament; helping a friend with her website ... so many things in the run of those seven days.

And when I stopped to finish writing this piece this morning, I realized I really have been enjoying every moment. How about you?

© 2019 Beulah Peyton Bouzane. All rights reserved.

A Laugh is the BEST Way to Start Your Day

Do you ever receive a text or email message that sends you off in peels of laughter and sets the tone for the rest of the day. I can always rely on my friends and sisters to do just that.  Here is one such message received earlier this week.

Some days I amaze myself.  Other days I put my keys in the fridge!

I think senility is going to be a fairly smooth transition for me...

To become old and wise, you must first be young and stupid!

The diet I followed didn't follow back, so I unfollowed it.

It sounded so fitting for her that I automatically assumed she was talking about herself.  Then she clarified that she had found the quotes on fridge magnets somewhere in the gift section of the store. She said,

"Stood in the shop, all alone, laughing my fool head off!"

bottle shelfA Bit of a Hoarder - Perhaps

If you took a peek in my pantry, you would find I stock up on a few things. In fact I'm fairly confident that in the event of a major storm or natural disaster, I would be able to feed the neighbourhood and not go hungry for at least 3 months or more.

For some reason, I've always bought food in bulk. Well really, dried foods don't go bad quickly and home preserves have a 2 year shelf life for sure. So it just makes sense to be prepared. Two of my sisters do the same. I think it has something to do with our mother and our early childhood.  We did not live near a grocery store so there were lots of things that Mom would buy in larger quantities and store. There was always a cellar for storing vegetables, and meats and fruits were preserved in bottles. By the time my two younger sisters came along, things may have changed slightly as they don't follow quite the same path - sensible people.

So at my house there's always a sack of flour (yes, a sack), a large supply of brown and white sugar, rolled oats, cream of wheat, icing sugar, powdered milk (I NEVER have anything but), tea bags, coffee, butter (well margarine really), nuts of various sorts, baking soda and powder, vanilla, spices of every imaginable form and I could keep on going.  It's wonderful really!

By the way, my neighbour just introduced me to using cardamom pods in tea and hot water.  It is really good.  What a nice flavour. And, though I'd never ever used that spice before, I found some in the pantry. Now I wonder what is the 'best before' date on that.

A friend comes to visit!

Friend comes to visit

Now you just have to love the vamps! Come to think of it, another of my friends knit these for the Nonia. They go so well with a skirt and jacket, don't you think?

Sure hope you enjoy my blogs!  If you do, please share as much as you want.

Bad Habits!

Do you ever notice the little, bad, habits you fall into sometimes.  Well I have two that are totally awful but I find so funny - sometimes.

One bad habit is my son's fault. One day I walked in front of him disrupting something he was doing.  Naturally, I said "Excuse me!"  To which he promptly replied without missing a beat, "There's no excuse for you, Mom."   At the time, I buckled over in laughter.  But, sadly, I never forgot that line.  Now, unfortunately, no matter where I am or what the circumstance when somebody politely says "Excuse me."  I respond

"There's no excuse for you."

Not nice and really embarrassing if I happen to be in a meeting or some really serious situation.  I spend a lot of time apologizing.

Quarter on the FlushThe other bad habit is from origins unknown.  You know how it is when you have company come to visit and at some point they ask to use your washroom.  A normal person would say 'of course" and just show them where it is located.  Hmmmm! Nope, not me! I have this terrible habit of saying

"Absolutely. Just leave your quarter on the flush box."

Now I didn't intentionally start out trying to collect quarters, but you should see my piggy bank.


My Recipe Collection

One of my friends suggested I do a recipe book this year celebrating 30 years since I started including recipes with my Christmas cards.  Hmmmm! I could do that.  Perhaps I will. In the meantime, last year I decided I'd start putting my favourites on the website. Then I got sidetracked and it didn't get done.  So after listening to my friend's suggestion, I put my foot down and had a serious chat with myself.  With commitment and New Years Resolutions made, I started in.  The intention is to try to add one recipe a day so it will take a while.

I would wager a guess that I am breaking every bit of advice and the recommendations put forward in the new Canada Food Guide and my recipes are not really about healthy eating.  But honestly, it isn't deliberate!  All I decided to do was share some of my favourite recipes that I've gathered over the years. It has nothing to do with nutrition, heaven forbid.  More to the point it has to do with a bit of fun and a love for collecting and experimenting with recipes although I'm pretty sure I use common sense and good taste ... for the most part. Sometimes. I think.  And, of course, I leave it to your good judgement and your discretion to determine whether you use any of the recipes. You'll find them on the Recipes page in the main menu of this website.


Recipe box

Little Darlings
What a fantastic business I found in Mount Pearl the other day. They sell gently used children's clothing - fabulous selection.

Children grow so fast that before they have a chance to wear out their clothes, they've outgrown them.  Bring those clothes in to Little Darlings and then purchase a size that fits.  It makes so much sense - economically as well as environmentally.

They also take book donations which they then sell at $1.00 each or, for smaller children's books, $0.50. All proceeds from book sales are donated to First United Church Mount Pearl where it is used for the ongoing programs and social outreach of the Church. Now that's what I call a socially conscious, great business.

Little Darlings

Gently Used Children’s Clothing

2 Edinburgh Drive
Mount Pearl, NL

Favourite Quotes