Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Yay!
My Dears,
All is better now. I can see the faces of my sweet followers. Thank you to those who commented and advised.
I do hope those of you who were also having Blogger issues are now issue free!
Till the next my dears...Blissful tidings to each of you.
xoxo
Miss Sandra
PS:...Isn't the kitty picture simply priceless? Now if only I could get Mr. Knightley to pose like that. *winks*
Friday, May 27, 2011
Just wondering...
by Tomi Ungerer
My Dears,
Any of you having issues with Blogger? I've been missing my followers since yesterday afternoon. The heading of "friends" is there, but the "follow" box with all the pictures of my followers is gone. What the heck is going on?
*serious pouting going on* Can anyone advise?
Blissful wishes my dears!
xoxo
Miss Sandra
*PS: If anyone wants to follow in the meantime, just click on "follow" at the top!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
The Kettles Of Harmonie
Painting by Robin Weiss
My Dears,
I hope this rainy week hasn't put a damper on your spirit. Actually, I've had several glimpses of the sun throughout this day. Tis an amazing thing to see when one has become accustomed to gray days. Ahhh, but do not despair for the sun will kiss our world again.
You know I'm all about the simple things..the comforts and joys of home..and the pleasures of day to day life. Today I want to express my appreciation..nay, my LOVE..for certain important members of Harmonie House.
My tea kettles.
Many a blissful moment has been brought to me by said kettles. The comforting cuppa is for the most part, one of the gifts of life. It is said the kitchen is the heart of the house. There is no doubt the kettle is the heartbeat of this kitchen!
Let me tell you about Kenny.
Kenny was the name of my first copper kettle. (Yes, of course my kettles have names!) I remember finding him at a popular kitchen shop that was closing its doors. Needless to say, he was marked down 75% and I could not resist such a bargain. I took him home and boiled the icky glaze off him right away. In no time he was ready to boil and serve. Kenny was a whistler. Oh could Kenny whistle! I could hear him in any part of the house. Till this day, he was the loudest of my whistlers...also the sweetest. Kenny poured water over many a brew throughout the years. Unfortunately his days of glory were numbered. Signs of age were suddenly becoming apparent. Then he started falling apart bit by bit. *sigh* I knew he had to be retired...but oh how I would miss him. Needless to say, I miss him still. *pouts* Kenny provided for many a tea..many a party.
Then Constance came along.
Cute and sassy. That's Constance the kettle! She came along soon after Kenny blew his final whistle. Thank goodness for this lovely lass of stainless steel. She's been boiling away for quite some time with no intention of going anywhere any time soon. Thank Heavens! Mind you...she's the silent type. Not one for whistling, she announces her readiness with quite a mighty hiss! Never one to skip a beat, she keeps my tea cups happily filled.
But wait!! You've yet to meet Collins!
Collins' arrival was quite a dear surprise...a Christmas gift from my fella! How delightful to have upon my stove a close kin of Kenny's. Oh yes...my fella had heard all about my dear sweet copper kettle..and how much I missed him. He wasted no time in finding Kenny's kin...just in time to place him under the tree. Though not a loud whistler like his predecessor, he makes up for it with a most softly, melodic boiling tune. Yes, Collins fits right in at Harmonie House.
Now you may wonder..how does Constance feel about Collins' arrival? I was a bit concerned at first, when she began to sputter as she boiled (all over Collins who sat nearby)..after some cajoling and some witty conversation on Collins part, they've somehow managed to get along. I've been giving them equal time of late. No need for either to feel unloved.
Besides..I believe Constance has developed a bit of a tendre for dear, melodic Collins!
Now you may wonder..how does Constance feel about Collins' arrival? I was a bit concerned at first, when she began to sputter as she boiled (all over Collins who sat nearby)..after some cajoling and some witty conversation on Collins part, they've somehow managed to get along. I've been giving them equal time of late. No need for either to feel unloved.
Besides..I believe Constance has developed a bit of a tendre for dear, melodic Collins!
There is love brewing between these two! *winks*
There you have it my dears..a proper introduction to my tea kettles. They hiss..whistle..and bring comfort to those who enter our home...Harmonie House! How about a nice cup of tea?
Blissful Tidings To All!
xoxo
Miss Sandra
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Thank You Dear Body...
Today I walked to work...I repeat, today I walked to work. Okay..so what? Well, normally I drive to my place of business, rain or shine. However, two days ago I couldn't even get out of bed..every movement a struggle. My body was weak and emptied out completely after having dined on bad fish. It felt like every nerve was raw and the chills were so unpleasant. Bed was my refuge..but rest was not easy..it hurt.
Bad fish..both my fella and I suffered the same outcome.
Fast forward to this day. It's been raining for the past three days straight...almost non-stop. I'm not talking about a light drizzle..I'm referring to downpours. It feels like March or April showers..just a bit more severe.
So I decided to walk to work..yes, that again! You see, I'm loving the fact that I'm feeling well. I'm loving the fact that I can move without any pain..without any struggle. I'm not so weak anymore...and feeling like myself again is a most wonderful thing to behold. I did a lot of thinking while in bed..between bouts ...and I decided that sometimes we take for granted the most wondrous gifts of life..like movement.
Today I want to thank my body for always doing what it needs to do for me. So I decided to walk to work..to feel the sweetness of movement without discomfort. I wanted to feel the air upon my skin....to feel and see the rain splashing upon my wellies. Let me tell you..it felt divine!
Today I want to say thank you to my tummy for taking in all my indulgences and working them through, mostly without protest. I also want to say I'm sorry for over-indulging and not taking care of it as I should. To you dear tummy I say..."this time I'll do my best to eat better and be more conscious of you."
Today I thank every nerve in my body..for alerting me when something is wrong and also for allowing me to feel the wonders and bliss within the sense of touch.
Yes, today I thank every inch of my body and promise not to take it for granted. So to my body I say this:
"You've been my shell and protector these past 40 years. You've carried my pain and you've carried my joys.
When I've laughed you've glowed..when I've cried you've poured forth the tears to cleanse me. With hands you've had me feel..with feet you've taken me to places I've never dreamed. When I've loved, you've made my heart skip in blissful cadence. With our eyes I see beauty and with our ears I hear music. I have not always been the best caretaker and I'm sorry for that. I want you to know that I love you and will be aware of you and your needs. I shan't take you for granted any longer. You are my best friend. You are me. Thank you!"
Oh! By the way...my fella is feeling much better too!
Thank Heavens!
xoxo,
Miss Sandra
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Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Falling From The Clouds
My Dears,
First I want to wish all you mommies out there a belated Happy Mother's Day. Mr. Knightley was sweet enough to surprise me with a card. I love my fur ball!! *smiles*
I had a most interesting dream during the early morning hours. I just have to share it with you. See the pretty clouds above? They figure plenty in this dream...and so do stormy clouds and water. I cannot recall exactly how it happened. Sequence tends to get lost upon awakening.
I know that I fell into a body of water like the one pictured below. Though I was afraid of drowning, I somehow managed to breath without a problem. In no time at all..I was shot out of the water only to land upon the prettiest, fluffiest clouds. As I lay upon them..I wondered what would I do, for I was afraid to fall out and drop down below. Though frightened, I was feeling somewhat comfy and almost cozy upon my fluffy bed. The blue sky smiled upon me and I was beginning to feel some peace. Before I could really set in, I fell out...right back into the deep waters. Again, I had no trouble underneath and the water was a pretty blue with some light above. Then without a moment's notice, I was shot up into the sky....
...only to end up upon stormy clouds like the ones pictured below. There I was on gray clouds and the sky dark around me. These clouds were not as soft as the white ones and were cracked beneath me. I could see constant lightening underneath these cracks...it was like a sea of electricity. This time my fear was palpable. I thought the clouds would surely break beneath me and drop me within lightening streaked skies. It was then I realized no matter what befell me, I would be okay. Naturally, the clouds broke up below and dropped me back into the water very briefly, then shot back out, not into the clouds but into a room where these children, childhood acquaintances, lingered about. Twas then I awoke. Funny thing is, though they were familiar to me in the dream...upon awakening, those children are really strangers. Not sure what it meant...I remember waking up thinking only of the pretty white clouds and how comforting they were even amidst my confusion and fear. I rather not think about the children of the corn. *smirks*
I've been told that water in dreams signifies emotions. Falling, fear, comfort, and more fear are a part of life. I've been experiencing a bit of each and I fear the stormy clouds that have been lingering in between my peaceful, and blissful days. I will take this dream as a sign that things will be okay. No matter what decisions I make in the near future..I'll be secure in the knowledge that they'll be the right ones. If it should rain..if it should storm, I shall wear my rain-gear and walk through the storm. After all, I know the pretty white clouds will resurface.
It'll all be right as rain....and so will I. There's nothing that can hurt me..only strengthen me and help me to grow into a stronger, more confident woman. Challenges are to be seen as opportunities.
I hope your week has thus far been delightful and of course, filled with bliss.
xoxo
Miss Sandra
*PS: I believe this is the first time I've ever posted one of my dreams. It was so vivid that I wanted to record it so that I wouldn't forget as time goes on. Now I'm curious...what would your interpretation be of this dream? We all have our own thought patterns on such things and I'd like to know yours. xo!
Monday, May 2, 2011
The Happiness Path In My Dreams
My Dears,
I came across the above photo and it just made me smile. I call this image the "happiness path". I cannot recall where I got this lovely pic , but I needed to share. After all, everyone can use a bit of happiness, n'est pas?
I think I should like to dream of walking down this path and finding the answers to all my questions. The air would be fragrant of lilacs and the sun would dapple through the leaves...its warmth caressing my skin like a lover's kiss. Just at the end of the road I would come across a pink meadow where flowers grow, each petal holding an answer and a solution to my cares. The wind would whisper softly and say "It's going to be all right...go on your way and live with joy in your heart, for things have a way of working themselves out." How lovely it would be to awaken and know exactly how to handle those fallen trees that block my life's path.
Why should it be a dream?
I do believe the sun has kissed me..and the wind has already assured me. All I have to do is believe and my path will be cleared. After all, it's going to be all right. Things do have a way of working themselves out if only you believe.....and happiness is never too far behind.
...the air would be fragrant of lilacs.
Blissful Tidings,
xoxo
Sandra
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