Yesterday morning I did go to Ikea and had my coffee and ‘torte’ in the company of Sharen memories, which would be from about Spring 2011. I miss Sharen and I want to acknowledge that, we were good company to each other.

I bought my candles as planned, but also a kitchen floor runner and a rug for the bathroom. The bathroom rug too, I bought there with Sharen back in ca 2005, when she stilled walked on her own. The previous kitchen runner I’d bought in 2004, while still at 115 this avenue and threw it out last fall. I now have one with a blue and white motive, matching the kitchen colours.

In the aft I went for a ‘Savour’ walk, via 1st street and along the Elbow back to 4th, where I had tea at ‘Savour’ and made a few notes in my little black book relating to my talk. Then on home, but first stopping at the drug store to buy two pairs of sponges, one set green and one blue to match the colours of bathroom and kitchen respectively. That cleaned out the rest of my money right down to a dollar, since Ikea had been 45$$ cash earlier.

Last night John called to let me know that Ina, his mother, broke her ankle while in BC, was operated on in Kamloops and was now on her way ‘back’ to Revelstoke. She still travels around like a rootless gipsy despite her seventy years of life. I often wonder what drives her for so long, since we divorced at her initiative in 1993.

Later today coffee with John and tomorrow morn my yearly medical plus this time. I’ll see of old Steve wants to spend a few extra minutes this time, if not then I’ll have to start looking for another medical man.

Bright eyed and bushy tailed!

The next few days will be dominated by talk preparations, as I have to be ‘bright eyed and bushy tailed’ this coming Sunday morning. I learned this expression during my grad studies at UoT from my fellow student Mike Young, who was captain in the army.

Yesterday I made a few notes as I was having ‘Savour’ tea, as mentioned. Still, though the ideas were relevant, they were ideas by them selves, valid but without ‘flow’ or perspective. And so it remained until last night after supper and later on after the news.

I cast an eye on the photo print of my mandala that has been leaning against my old clock ever since last Christmas. That mandala is really a picture of ‘wholeness in diversity’ I thought, looking at all those colours that made it up. It is a symbol of what I want to express in my talk, a diversity needing tolerance, as I had written in my notes of that afternoon.

Next, getting up to pick up the photo, I sat down again and started to examine the image with a magnifying glass. The four tongue pairs as I have called them, started to represent the four world religions interconnected though the yellow centre that became a symbol of ‘the conscious’. This conscious awareness fosters the tolerance necessary to make the connections, as I wrote in my black book notes that aft.

More ideas started to well up and I became fascinated with the various possibilities and still am. I will now have to work this all out in a narrative, which will incorporate the history of my mandala colouring, which culminated in its completion last Christmas season. I will still have to do some work on the message aspect, that is the inspirational part, but it is in there!
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