Did you know that the collective noun for ladybugs is called a loveliness — A loveliness of ladybugs.

That opening sentence is an indicator of what to expect in this post. A little of this; a little of that; and all of it quite random. A potpourri of thoughts, comments, and things I’ve been considering the past couple weeks.

I’m so grateful my son is such a loving and involved parent. It’s caring and responsible people like him who deserve some sort of recognition on Father’s Day. When he was three yrs old he told me he wanted to be a dad and to have six kids. He has two and is all in.

Observed: the neighbour mom & daughter walking back from the beach. The mom carrying a bucket of clams they dug and the girl carrying a handful of shells with a few clams as well.

I’m one of those people who is entirely in favour of wearing masks when out in public during this pandemic, especially when it’s not always possible to keep at least 6 ft / 2 metres apart. I also wish racism didn’t exist — we are all the same human beings. Alberta author and playwright Marty Chan speaks out against rising anti-Asian sentiment. I hope you’ll watch his short message.

I don’t watch a lot of television but, partly out of boredom last week, I ‘visited’ Netflix and found a program I absolutely love. The appeal must be my lifetime draw/appreciation for hospitals and medical professions together with the sheer reality (as opposed to phoney acting) of it. The program is Lenox Hill and it’s all about humanity.

Oh, and I’ve opened a little online shop utilizing a few of my photos, with more to be added. There’s always a learning curve with new things.

There are certain things a person can only do at this time of year: pick and eat a sun-warmed strawberry; also, sitting on a blanket eating a dripping watermelon. Walking barefoot. Or, nearly nodding off when reading a book beneath an afternoon sun.

I must also take another moment simply to let you know how very much I enjoy and appreciate when you leave comments, a story, or any of your lovely words for me.

And I leave you with this poem by award-winning poet Li-Young Lee:

One Heart

Look at the birds. Even flying

is born
out of nothing. The first sky
is inside you, open
at either end of day.
The work of wings
was always freedom, fastening
one heart to every falling thing.

== Even flying / is born / out of nothing. ==

Wishing you all a week ahead filled with endless possibilities and beauty.

3 thoughts on “Friday mélange”

  1. I mentor women in recovery (alcoholism/addiction), and we refer to ourselves as the Ladybugs. I can’t wait to tell them what a collective is called!
    I appreciate your posts – my heart and mind are weary these days and your words feel like a spring breeze. Thanks for the heads-up on the Lennox Hill program. 🙂
    I believe masks are an act of kindness, a responsibility that overrides any ‘right.’ I spent yesterday tie-dying some cotton ones that I’ll be mailing out some friends and family in dire need.
    Oh, in case you’re wondering where the ‘Ladybugs’ name came from, it came from a poem I wrote years ago:

    Ladybugs

    Looking for warmth and refuge,
    A trail of ladybugs
    Moves slowly across the ceiling.
    Spurred by the wet, wintry night,
    They come seeking shelter.
    During the storms of my life,
    I find sanctuary with women.
    They are ambassadors of compassion;
    Their haven for the heart
    I dare not take for granted.
    ~~~

  2. I love your random thoughts post. I did not know that about ladybugs and have never seen them congregate like that.

    It’s so irritating to me that a health concern was turned into a political issue by our President and his ilk; all the way down to the common person who votes for whoever is running for office with an R next to their name. I have never seen America so divided in my life. Everything is political and it’s reached a level of insanity.

    As for the discrimination of peoples, I feel certain it will continue, but it still causes me distress. If it’s permitted against one group, it will only progress on to other groups. That’s how bigotry works. There is always someone to hate.

    I read an article written about a medical researcher this past week who is studying with other researchers for a drug that could be repurposed for COVID19. The article pointed out that this strain of COVID affects everyone differently and that no one drug, in particular, is the right fit for every patient. Apparently, as the symptoms differ, the drug of choice differs which leaves a terrible situation when it comes to finding a vaccine. One size won’t fit all is the thinking and the fear. So, they are thinking aloud and saying this virus may be with us for decades.

    Putting the American political irrationality aside, we should be prepared to wear masks and we should be prepared to wear them for a very long time. I visited your shop and wow, have you been working hard. I’m impressed and I’m going to buy one of your masks. I bought one for my husband and myself from Rag & Bone this past week, and the one from your site will complement the white, silk tops I tend to collect and wear.

    Love your berry pic!

  3. I’ve had the blahs recently and failed to read your blog. Big mistake! I’ve missed some thoughtful and comforting writing. Racism makes me miserable. My 2yr old granddaughter has a dark brown doll. The colour means absolutely nothing to her. When my son was six he heard a racist comment on the radio. He turned to me in shock and asked “they’re being mean because of the colour of his skin?” Kids are taught discrimination, shame on those who do the teaching.
    We are expanding our bubble to children and grandchildren later this month. We have all been strict about isolating up to this point. My fear is tourists will bring Covid to our little town. I have recently seen Texas and Arizona plates in the grocery store parking lot. They can hardly claim they are travelling to Alaska via Powell River. Stay safe my blogging friend.

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