A collection

POSTCARDS - I have collected since I was in Brownies. Some of you were in Brownies when you were 5 or 6 and earned badges. I started collecting postcards then. (Of course, this is not a fraction of what I have). I earned my collectors badge and just kept collecting. I have had numerous people give/send me postcards after they have traveled. I work in the Contact Centre Industry and many of my co-workers travel.
I have OLD ones (black and white) that have come from 'box lots' and from folks who are 'downsizing' and moving into apartments and such. To ones I just received this week.
I can't wait to see what Black Rose brings back from her trip to England, Ireland and Wales. She is going on a class trip in 2011. What an opportunity! I am so excited for her!!!! Her best friend (since kindergarten) is going as well. I hope they get to be room-mates (wink wink).

Tropical Storm Daniel -August 29

Tropical Storm Daniel hit the East Coast this past weekend leaving yet further changes along 'our' beach. This was once the Train Station's platform which has been long buried. I have also posted one to the top right of a railway tie that is showing just below this on the beach.

The ever changing ocean edge is further changing with each Hurricane/Tropical Storm we get.

Additionally, we have also lost some ground where the ocean's waters have created a large sink hole.

Love, loss and recovery

Heartbreak, for example, is a very strange distress. It is exquisitely painful, and yet we cannot find an injury on our body. It is like one big emotional pain but it also seems to spark off hundreds of other emotions. We hate the feeling of heartbreak, and yet we find ourselves compelled to go over and over memories, ideas or fantasies which make the feeling worse.

Our mind, spirit and body depend on one another. As humans, we sometimes forget this aspect of ourselves and demand immediate answers to the 'why' questions.

One of my friends had on their FB the other day "Sometimes God kicks you in the butt and tells you what is important in life". So true! Amen.

So, take too many pictures. Laugh too much. Love like you've never been hurt.

Because, every 60 seconds that you spend upset - is a minute you'll never get back in which to laugh, love and learn. (Notice my favorite quote in the sidebar).

Good and Evil

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.


He said, "My son, the battle is between two "wolves" inside us all.One is Evil -it is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.The other is Good -it is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"

The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."

Molly Kool - 1st North American Female Sea Captain dies - Native of Alma, NB

New Brunswick native Molly Kool, North America's first licensed female sea captain, has died at age 93.
Kool, who was born in the village of Alma in 1916, died Thursday at her home in Bangor, Maine.
She earned her master mariner's certificate from the Merchant Marine Institute in Yarmouth, N.S., in 1939.
That accomplishment made Kool, whose father was a Dutch sea captain, the first licensed female sea captain in North America and second woman to do that job in the world.
Alma Mayor Hilyard Rossiter, who knew Kool, said she led an impressive life.
"I was somewhat in awe having known what she had done, becoming the first female sea captain in North America," said Rossiter.
"At that time, you often think, 'How did she handle the men and the work she was doing ... working off scows here and hauling lumber out of Alma.'"
Kool spent five years as a sea captain before moving to Maine and getting married.

Headed to the Windfarm - Kent Hills, New Brunswick Canada

Wow what a site to see in the city! We can see these (now that they are up) from our driveway if we walk to the end and look right! My daughter claims she can see the blades moving in the breeze; however, my eyes aren't that good -so I take her word for it.

410-foot tall towers - each feature blades that will power the turbines with a rotor diameter of almost 300 feet. It is the first wind farm to begin commerical operation in New Brunswick and will provide approximately 280,000 megawatt hours per year – enough electricity to meet the needs of approximately 17,300 homes.


Thanks Gary for the pix!

Wilsons Disease

What is Wilson disease?
Wilson disease is a genetic disorder that prevents the body from getting rid of extra copper. A small amount of copper obtained from food is needed to stay healthy, but too much copper is poisonous. In Wilson disease, copper builds up in the liver, brain, eyes, and other organs. Over time, high copper levels can cause life-threatening organ damage.
Who gets Wilson disease?
People who get Wilson disease inherit two abnormal copies of the ATP7B gene, one from each parent. Wilson disease carriers, who have only one copy of the abnormal gene, do not have symptoms. Most people with Wilson disease have no known family history of the disease. A person’s chances of having Wilson disease increase if one or both parents have it.
About one in 40,000 people get Wilson disease. It equally affects men and women. Symptoms usually appear between ages 5 to 35, but new cases have been reported in people aged 2 to 72 years.

My sister in law died on January 4, 2008 at the age of 31 after a brave fight with Wilsons Disease. Her gift of laughter and love of fun will be sadly missed by all who were fortunate enough to have known her.

One of my most fond memories of her is when my hubby and I were dating. Patty (who was about 10 years old at the time) came running to the door giggling and proudly announced that she and her mom had been using the binoculars to spy on us. I can still see her mischievous grin. My daughter's favorites times were craft times, one that she remember most was making Christmas ornaments including my gingerbread man. No matter how simple the craft seemed, they were always the most fun to make with Aunt Patty.

Like a lot of us, I don't think Patty fully realized how much she meant to so many people. God love her. At her memorial service one of the songs that we had played was Lee Ann Womack's "I Hope You Dance(The Right Way)". If you have not heard the lyrics to this song, or have never really paid attention, please check them out.