April 28, 2013

Moved..................................Out..................



I've done it.  I've moved.  Like my son's empty apartment in Ottawa.

Blogger and I are parting ways.  It's been a good run, but I've outgrown you Blogger.  I'm ready to spread my wings.  You clipped them and kept me small and I allowed that.  Guess I just got too comfortable.

NOW the photos I want to post are coming up.  It's like you knew you were losing me Blogger...you could feel me pulling away and you knew I was ready for a new relationship -- a new home.  

Sadly, it was too little, too late.

If you wish to find me, you can do so here, at my new home.  I'd love to see you there.

And the curtain closes on another act.  But the play isn't over just yet.



April 27, 2013

Like A Prickly Cactus...

I would blog about things that are interesting me these days and I would like to share photographs that speak to me, that share my feelings and my words.  

Blogger doesn't like my photographs that I want to upload and that makes me frustrated.

Life is too short to be frustrated, don't you agree?

 
It's making me all kinds of prickly like this cactus...and oh you said, "there's a photograph, what is she talking about?"

This photograph is one that is already on my blog, somewhere in the past postings.  So blogger is okay with photographs already in the system but doesn't want any new ones.

My cache must be full and once again, that really bothers me.  No message to tell me this, just an "x" where a photograph would be if I could upload it.

Changes...they are a-coming for this blogster. 

April 26, 2013

Nertz...















It's all blank up there.  Why?  Because none of the photos that I want to use, that I want to share and incorporate into what I want to talk about will load.

I tried last night.  Nothing.

I tried this morning.  Nada.

I tried just now.  Nertz.

So....I am going to spend my evening reading and sorting through some things that have been piling up.

Hopefully I'll figure out what the heck is wrong and why whenever I upload a photo the image appears with an "x" and it just freezes and refuses to upload.

Blogger, are you telling me that it's time we said our goodbyes?

April 25, 2013

Preventing Tragedy...


I don't remember where I saw this -- so apologies if someone else knows and I'm being negligent in not mentioning proper credit.

This is something that is very much on my mind these days.  I'm letting it "sit" with me.  Letting it take root.  I don't want to let anything valuable or worthy "die" inside me.  I do believe it's time to feed and water my soul.


April 24, 2013

Exploring...



I'm on the hunt.  For me.  For where I am going next.  For the forward path.  For meaning and purpose.  For feeling my way and finding my way.

A little like Dora the Explorer...but in English.  Without a monkey.  Or a backpack.

Throwing away the maps and relying solely on my compass to get me wherever my next station stop guides me.  

If only I had a Tardis....


April 23, 2013

Some Days...


Some days it's enough to just "be".  To look at the sky and imagine new horizons and dream new dreams.

Some days that's all that's required.

No need to even talk about it.


April 21, 2013

Keep Dancing...



With my baby "me" -- such a cute new ad from Evian. How can you not smile, laugh and feel like dancing?


April 20, 2013

A Mother Makes It Happen...

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I read this article the other day in my local newspaper and was so deeply touched and moved by what this mother decided to do. 

When Hannah Feda was 9 years old, she told her mother that there was no doll that looked like her.  There were other dolls who looked like her siblings, but no doll that looked like a child with Down Syndrome.  Her mother Connie searched online and found that Hannah was right.  There were no dolls to be found that looked like her daughter.  So she decided to make some herself.

The dolls sell online for $75 and are already into the second preordering (1,000 have been sold) so it would seem to me that there is a market for these dolls.  And as Connie Feda said in the article, they aren't just meant for children with Down Syndrome and that fact wasn't lost on me.

There has been backlash from the Canadian Down Syndrome Society, fearing that people will assume that all those born with Down Syndrome look alike and that it is feeding a stereotype.  I understand that concern.  But if a child with Down Syndrome felt "isolated" because no one thought it important enough to make dolls that look like she looks, that means more to me than the "fear" of misinterpretation for the world.  And keep in mind that these dolls have been created and produced by a mother of a child with Down Syndrome wanting to do something positive.  It isn't a toy manufacturer looking at a way to cash in and make money.  There's a vital difference there.

When it comes to dolls...walk down any doll aisle in a store and tell me how these faces are all so unique and so different.  It was years before doll manufacturers realized we needed dolls of colour and other ethnicity's.  How about Barbie and Ken...how many young women and young men look like Barbie and Ken?  Does this mean that every doll made should be made so that anyone can imagine what they want the doll to look like?

I have my own issues about Barbie dolls and the message that the doll gives to young women.  It isn't a realistic portrayal of a young woman but for decades Barbie dolls have been a successful seller.

Is there something wrong with a child having a doll that more closely resembles who she/he is?  Is there something wrong with a mother finding a way to make her child feel less isolated and different?  Is there something wrong with sending a message that we don't all look alike, that we don't necessarily look like the doll (read toy) that we play with or place on our bed or our night stand?  Is there something wrong with having a choice of which we would prefer to purchase?  

If a child wants a doll that says this is how part of the population looks and there is nothing wrong with that, and having that doll adds to the child's sense of self-worth that can only be a good thing.

We all want to "fit in" to blend in with the world in which we live.  But we all have something about us that makes us unique that sets us apart that says "this is who I am".  They aren't flaws, they are what make us special.  If recognizing and celebrating those differences means finding ways to move forward and accepting ourselves for who we are, for how we look then I'm all for that.  Perhaps it's time we started to embrace all of who we are rather than trying to "fit in" and blend in.