What Sparks your memories?

This is from the category favorite posts, Christmas is a time of sparks, do you not agree?

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Our minds are interesting organs. They retain our memories including poems we learned in school, songs we sang along with the radio (wrong lyrics and all).  I will be listening to a song I haven’t heard for decades but my brain can still revive the memories so I can sing along.

I was thinking of memory sparks today. Memory sparks are anything that makes you think of a certain person, song, or event. 

 donutOne spark for me is donuts, and it doesn’t matter what kind of donut either. When I see a donut I remember Jelly Bellies – it was small outlet under the Bentall Centre in Vancouver. The memory is myself and my Dad laughing at the name as we did our lunchtime stroll through the tunnel under the building. We laughed a lot on our walks and most of the time it didn’t seem to take much…

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Happiness is …..

If you go to Google Images and type in “Happiness Is” – you will see that Happiness is many things.

poppy-seed-muffinAs I sat enjoying a lemon poppy seed muffin (or 2) this morning, I realized that this also could be a “Happiness Is” moment. Really good!

But I realized that it was really a combination of many things that made me feel happiness.

The peacefulness in my life sure helps despite my personal health trials and concerns. The love and support from family and friends is certainly a factor. I also contribute some happiness to consciously trying to cultivate a feeling of being content despite the media pressure to buy, upgrade and consume.

There are many temptations advertised but instead of going shopping, I am going to seek simpler and less expensive pleasures, like enjoying the beautiful snow outside. It is too cold to make snowmen and the cold keeps the snow light like a feather.

snowflakeA snowflake can land on your sleeve and if your eyes are quick you can pick out the amazing design on that snowflake.

Despite the nuttiness of people during black friday sales, and the frustration of trying to find parking in malls, underneath it all there is the desire to slow down, unplug, and just relax and be together.

Ahh, maybe that is the true zenith of Happiness, being relaxed with those closest to your heart.heart snow

Happiness is really about that, being together, connecting with those that you really, really care about.

togetherHappiness is many things, big and small, including counting our blessings every day.

One more thing to share – I watched an amazing Ted X talk by Robert Waldinger.

What keeps us happy and healthy as we go through life? If you think it’s fame and money, you’re not alone – but, according to psychiatrist Robert Waldinger, you’re mistaken. As the director of a 75-year-old study on adult development, Waldinger has unprecedented access to data on true happiness and satisfaction. In this talk, he shares three important lessons learned from the study as well as some practical, old-as-the-hills wisdom on how to build a fulfilling, long life. It is about 12 minutes long, and he is also an amazing speaker.

Regarding what is Happiness? – he has another answer, one that I think is worth your time. To watch & listen click here 

Thank YOU for reading, please comment or like, and all suggestions are welcome.

 

Pictures are courtesy of Google Images. 

 

 

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Chapter 5 – Skywalker : My treat

Sophie stepped out of her car and into the light as the cyclist approached, she was striking to see with her military posture, flawless skin and her face and lips just slightly damp from the light misty rain.

The cyclist approached steadily, and his right hand reached for the brake as he saw Sophie standing close to his path. Satisfied it was safe to proceed he started past her silent figure, but then shuddered to a stop when he applied his wet brakes. Twisting his head back at her, he then walked his bike toward her.

Sophie watched him stand up his bike, take off his helmet and run his fingers through his flattened bike-head hair. Luke grinned at her, and his eyes shone.

Standing there along a bike path, in the light rain they looked at each other. Sophie trying to piece what her mother Stella had told her with this soggy cyclist who seemed to be gathering his courage to speak.

Excuse me, not to be weird or anything but I think I know you, not know you exactly but know who you are.

Sophie assumed the wonder woman stance, hands on her hips, her mind slightly stunned- Do you? 

 Is your name Sophie? A friend of mine talked about her daughter Sophie and you look like.. His eyes seemed to be beg her to agree.

Sophie nodded, he was right and her face seemed to lighten up, her brow relaxed and a slight smile surprised herself.

Luke was obviously relieved and his strong arms lifted her off the ground as he hugged her intensely. Faces almost touching, he looked into her eyes grinning with white teeth.  Sophie !, he repeated,

Sophie !  I am so pumped, uh I mean so happy to meet you. I was a friend of your Mom, Stella. I took care of her. I miss her and she loved you so much. She wanted us to be friends.  Can we talk? have coffee?  Can I give you my phone number?  Luke’s words just tumbled out.

This definitely was the Skywalker that her Mom wrote about, he was handsome, energetic and sincere. Sophie hoped she had found someone she could trust.

This time it was Sophie who stepped into  Luke, surprising him with the need and intensity of her hug.It seemed right, and neither of them broke apart. Standing there in the light rain, for the first time in a very long time, both of them breathed deep, slowly and easy.

coffee shopSophie finally pushed him back, smiled – come on Luke, I need to talk to you too, put your bike in the back of my car and let’s go.

 I understand you like coffee.  I know just the place, my treat. 

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Down the street,  a man stood in the shade of tree watching their embrace.  He stood completely still, his nostrils slightly flaring, dark eyes hardening.

Then he spun around and climbed into his car. He tapped the wheel lightly, impatiently,  and then he drove away,  his binoculars glistening wetly on the passenger seat.

 

 

 

 

 

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A Day to Remember, A Day to Learn From

It is almost December 7, and that is a day to remember for anyone who has ever visited Hawaii, or any beautiful place like Hawaii is.

 

Why should December 7, 1941  be a day to remember, a day to learn from?

Let’s look at the event. 

USS Arizona battleship, photo from Wikipedia

There is only a small number of people now even alive who were there in Pearl Harbour, 1941 – 75 years ago. It was a desperate act by a small country against a much larger country. Japan did not have the capacity to make war against the United States for much longer than a year so they were hoping for a devastating quick war, but they underestimated the ability of the United States forces to recover.

 

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The tranquility, and beauty of Oahu was replaced by bombs, smoke, death and destruction on that morning and throughout the day of December 7, 1941.

December 1941,  Decisions were made and actions were taken that resulted in unimaginable repercussions back to the Japanese people, and indeed to the whole world.

After six months the Japanese were no longer on the offensive in the Pacific war. But war continued and the Americans wanted vengeance for Pearl Harbour.

Let’s look at what the event eventually lead to with respect to Japan

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Nuclear devastation in Japan

I believe on the basis of research that I did that American vengeance was the primary reason that Truman authorized the nuclear bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki on August 6th, 1945. Very little research was needed to confirm that the Americans had wiped out the Japanese air force, in fact the American bombers had removed their defensive guns from their planes more than eight months before as they were not needed. The Americans were bombing mainly civilians in Japan for more than six months but Japanese leadership were reluctant to unconditionally surrender, dragging out the ugliness and continued deaths.

 Thinking about the December 7 event;  how  does it apply now?

War is always disastrous and yet we continue to have war almost continuously somewhere on the planet. There is no such thing as a quick war either, and the scale of war is impossible to contain, and are never contained to armed forces. Civilians, children, adults, and grandparents who have never even held a gun are killed, livelihoods eradicated, and their homes destroyed. The demand for vengeance cycles back and forth, war is never worthwhile.

Thinking about December 7, does it have smaller scale meaning?

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Internet photo of road rage

I once watched a short film about road rage, where a small incident results in a chain of reactions back and forth, each more violent, more unreasonable in connection to the original. Eventually, and unbelievable they killed each other, each unable to stop the madness. This is just one smaller scale meaning.

 

Trying to identify a lesson from history to living now

December 7, 1941 is a day for me to remember that people are prone to mistakes, a simplification certainly as Pearl Harbour was an act of war. But it can lead past just simply winning the war, it leads to vengeance.  Vengeance, the eye for an eye mentality is the something that humankind needs to set aside.

Negativity I imagine could be like waves spreading out after a stone is dropped in the water. I mean that approach where we think, “why should I do that for that person because no one does that for me.”

If that is the lesson, does it make a difference to me?

In my personal daily life, how can I apply that? In my life I  can try to ignore the small actions that I consider slights that people do. They occur on the road, in restaurants, and really everywhere. Instead I  will love the surprise of holding the door for someone unexpectedly,  inviting someone else to take the line ahead of me, and try to imagine some stressful event that causes another driver to behave the way they have.

Image result for attitudeI  have a choice, maybe the only thing I actually control in my life is my attitude. I can breathe and let go, move on or I can continue the chain of slights and unforgiveness against the humanity around me.

Which will make me feel better?

 

Why blog about it?

What a world we could have if we were chain breakers instead. If we all did a random act of kindness once a day anonymously, that would be huge. It could be while driving, or even by simply picking up one piece of litter.

Just One small act, Once a day, it doesn’t need to be monetary, each of us can decide for ourselves what we do. Which will make us feel better? Which will make our lives better?

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Random Acts of Kindness – I think that is a lifestyle change I can embrace going forward,  once a day, in some very small way, I will do something positive expecting nothing in return.

That’s what I learned from December 7 and will try to apply in my life and by writing it down I hope it can become a habit.

For me December 7, is a day to remember, a day to learn from.

Thanks for taking the time to read this post. What do you think? Should people learn history, recall history? Where do you find inspiration? Is this kind of post worthwhile? interesting? How can I improve my writing? my presentation? What did you like?  Your comments and suggestions are welcome.  

 

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Definitely Not Reality TV

I started my blog in 2010, and this post went completely unloved- doesn’t anyone remember Secret Squirrel?

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Secret Squirrel

What is it about tv shows now? No attempt at all at reality and I guess the viewers don’t care.

The other night on CHUCK, the good guys hid out in the ventilation shaft again. Nice ventilation shaft, it must be 4 feet tall and 5 feet wide plus it has lighting every 3 feet. What building has ventilation shafts this huge, they all run horizontal and the covers are attached by what? Velcro? My first apartment in New Westminster wasn’t that large!

I miss the old days when tv made sense. like Secret Squirrel.

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It may be humble, but for me it’s home

This blog post will be about where I live. It is also an invitation from me to tell me about where you live, your city. Most of my readers have never been to my little spot on earth, and I have never been to been to yours either. Let’s share.

I will be including some links so you can check out some of my references. Feel free to open the links.

Starting at the beginning, I live in Canada and I live in the most western side of Canada in the province of British Columbia.  The best known city in BC (British Columbia) is Vancouver and I lived there until 1992 and visit it semi frequently because my parents and my daughter and son-in-law live there. I basically grew up there in East Vancouver, and Burnaby going to primary school, high school and university there and began the first third of my career there.

I then moved east, to a much smaller place, and it is where I live and I love this small town of Penticton. To drive here from Vancouver takes roughly five hours as you must drive through mountain ranges to the valley where Penticton is. Penticton could be described as half-way to Alberta, the second most west western province.

Penticton had many memories for me even before I moved here as an adult. As a youngster my parents brought me here to this valley in the summer time for summer vacation, and we camped in a tent  most times. Those are wonderful memories of buying fruit from road stalls (discovering cherries!) and climbing out of a tent and walking down to the beach of Okanagan Lake.  I was very lucky to have parents who took me on those trips.

Ironically I moved to the location of my summer vacations and I am a local, not a tourist. I have lived here more than twenty years and I enjoy all four seasons here, but especially summer.

Penticton is town nestled between two lakes, Okanagan Lake at the north, and Skaha Lake at the south. I spend more time at Skaha lake as I live close to it, about a kilometre or ten minutes walk. Most summer nights include a swim in the evening as it cools me off and it is literally a few minutes away whether I walk, ride or drive. Skaha lake has beaches all along its north side and the sand gets really  hot during the day but the shoreline is shallow so you wade until it gets to your waist and then you brace yourself for the plunge. It is a mountain lake after all and it gets warmer in the summer but it is always cool.

When I bike ride in the summer I tend to ride from lake to lake and ride along along the connecting channel between the two lakes to Okanagan lake at the north end of the city. I don’t dawdle but it is still 20-25 minutes to bike ride from end to end. That is a quick 8 minute drive for a car for the 7 kilometre drive, or if you measure it by street lights, there are four lights on that highway connector.

Penticton is a city of festivals. When I was young it was all about the fruit grown here but it has evolved so that fruit is secondary now to grapes and the wineries. There are all kinds of festivals, wine festivals, meadowlark festival, marathon festivals, Beach cruise (all about antique cars) and this is a favorite of mine as we had over 600 cars here in 2016, the Elvis Festival, a week long Peach festival in August, jazz festival. It seems like something is always happening here and a huge farmers market takes prominence in the summer on Saturday mornings downtown.

One of the funny things about our climate here is that when it rains, it usually happens at night. Perfect right? Penticton is one of a few cities in this valley all interspersed along the lakes in this valley, and the valley gets really hot towards the south end which is I think the only desert in Canada. If you are interested in more about the valley, check here.

It doesn’t feel like desert this morning. Sometimes we have snow in town by now but none this year, yet! My shovels are ready to shovel the driveway and snow tires are on the car. It was -1 yesterday (Celsius) and I had to scrape the windshield in the morning and there is frost to be careful of on the the roads and sidewalks. On the valley slopes you can see snow at the altitudes and before Christmas the city will undoubtedly have a blanket of soft snow. It is beautiful on the trees and it reflects the Christmas lights and magnifies the hush and silence when you walk at night.

This is the place where I live. It is a town of 33,000 where people recognize one another on the street and say hello. When I buy my coffee at Starbucks, they know my order and even the people at the grocery store nod their heads because they recognize me.

This is where my kids grew up and went to school, I finished my career here and it is my home. Feel free to click on the pictures to check them out.

I invite you to share where you live. I am curious to know more about your town, so please share your town with me.

 

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