Monday, 30 December 2013
Friday, 27 December 2013
A Few Season Bites
Close Encounters at the Mayfair Mall on Boxing Day
This is actually the ceiling design at the Food Court but looks like a space ship about to swallow up all the greedy Boxing Day Sale shoppers or those ungrateful souls who are taking back unwanted gifts etc etc.
This ship would carry them off to Santa's "Work House" (a little bit of Dickensonian allusion ) which is a small snowy planet a little outside and to the left of Rigel, - part of the Winter Hexagon of the night sky. Once there they would have to make gifts with their own hands and imaginations in Santa's sweat shop for a whole year or until they find the true spirit of giving in their hearts.
I have no idea why I wandered into this Mecca like pilgrimage on Dec 26. I actually got a touch of vertigo as I was swept along in a circular wave around the Mall reminding me of those devoted who swirl around the Ka'aba except that this was not a spiritual quest and of a decidedly more mundane and less noble nature. I finally got the bedsheets I wanted after standing in line for 1/2 hour and then headed exhausted and confused outside to Starbucks for respite. But alas, the lineup for a life giving jolt of dark roasted caffeine went right around the corner, so in a daze I managed to drag myself to the bus stop and homeward to my eventual collapse - but with a nice espresso and eggnog with a dash of rum on the couch - much better than Starbuck's!!
" A small matter to make these silly folk so full of gratitude"
Every year I watch "A Christmas Carol" on Christmas Eve - the best one- with Alastair Sim! I have a collection of Christmas movies that are a must, including "A Christmas Story" and Disney's "Narnia" and the "Polar Express." The all time fave though has to be "A Christmas Carol". I still weep at the ending. I am so old to remember singing aloud carols and my parents and friends dancing in the rec room. - Oh, the days before computer games and uncensored television ( and we had a time limit on how much we could watch!)
Fire truck toy run in View Royal Christmas Eve

a few happy and grateful celebraters at Christmas
Thursday, 19 December 2013
a poignant season and Christmas Past
"Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it"
the jeweled tree at Butchart Gardens
This last week has been full of memories, as my mother's birthday and then my brother's came and went. There is a deep sadness and longing for the ghosts of Christmas past. I still feel and remember the anticipation, the hope, the magic, the baby Jesus, and our family
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our little drummer boy |
One Christmas eve night Toto the dog ripped open all the presents looking for dog treats which she knew were there somewhere but instead found a box of chocolates and we woke up to a mess of Christmas wrapping and vomit and her hiding behind the couch looking so miserable and ashamed.
Every year Mom made what she called the "wife saver" breakfast, put together the night before with a hodge podge of ingredients similar to Scottish "stovies" or hash but with eggs included in the mixture. So after Mass we ate, and then the treats were laid out and we ate again and ate all day long. It was a raucous time with the mix of Celtic and Latin temperaments and I won't deny that many got into their cups as well.
But something was special there as even after we had grown and moved out we all came home every Christmas for years as though we never left.
In later years I watched my own daughter in squealing delight, pull the wrappings off a Barbie doll house with a battery run elevator!!! This year I go to her place for Christmas dinner.
How many Christmases are we given? We never know who will be lost but also who we will gain. Children grow and have children of their own. We celebrate in different locations now as ordained by our own life's circumstance. We can drift apart and come together as in a dance.
In the blink of an eye filled with the sparkle and light of this magical and holy season we enter a new year. May this angel and the baby Jesus hold in the warm light those who are loved and missed this Christmas, father and mother, grandparents, all- and our dear brother who made us beautiful stained glass birds one year and gave Dad (as one fisherman to another) a fish mounted on a plaque that sang "Take me to the River" which gave us all a good laugh. God bless us everyone
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a very old clip from the family movies-Dean was a wee baby and Vicki got her dress. |
More Christmas Past
I'll be home for Christmas if only in my dreams-A Tribute
More Christmas Past
I'll be home for Christmas if only in my dreams-A Tribute
"Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead."- James Joyce
Tuesday, 17 December 2013
An absolutely silly and wonderful season
the ridiculous
with my little garden buddy "Indy" the adventurous earthworm
and the sublime
the winter path
the winter path
by CybeleMoon
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Wishing you a magical Christmas ( I said he'd be back) and more of the same from last year http://dreamshadowexcursions.blogspot.ca/2012/12/so-far-so-good-on-dec-21-2012.html |
Sunday, 8 December 2013
a little phantasmagorical at the Uptown Centre |
One magic night of many
The Royal Theatre which opened in 1913, Victoria's first cultural venue,
it has been home to concerts, operas and plays and later, movies,
but is now live performance only.
This is my first Christmas event this year.
I remembered what a magical delight the ballet Nutcracker really is. The Alberta Ballet put on a spectacular performance last night and it totally swept me away as live performances often do. In spite of the incredible special effects of modern film (which I love) there is a special electrifying energy that flows between audience and players at a live performance. Whether it is the soaring sounds of opera or symphony, the driving rhythms of Rock or the liberating motion of dancing bodies you find it takes a little longer to come back to earth after being beamed up into that other world of mystery and art, story and passion, caught in the living currents of breath and body, sight and sound, time and space.
Downtown in the freezing cold
Yates Street
We grab a bite to eat and warm up at
The Bay Centre Gallery

and then head around the corner to the theatre where we meet a timid mouse.
and a big thanks to Big Brothers and Big Sisters of Victoria who gave lots of children and young people the chance to attend and to go back stage and try on costumes and meet the performers.
including our dear "Tittlemouse." who ?
Hint: she doesn't like cheese!
click on photo to see more Nutcracker Video by the Alberta Ballet-
a visual treat
Thursday, 5 December 2013
This is my favourite season both filled with hope, light and magic and also the sadness that accompanies memories of past joys and camaraderie. This is a season that renews itself with it's symbols of rebirth, salvation and grace and we must constantly reinvent ourselves also.
My favourite path of the heart with a first dusting of snow
Snow berries in the park
Across the cove
and finally the warmth of hearth and home

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