DISQUS

Two shows I love and hate - Coronation Street, the only soap I watch and House. Can't stand them, can't stay away from them. It's like being addicted to a man who's no good for you.

I love Grey's Anatomy, lots of stuff on PBS Detroit, CBC Sunday Morning with Carole MacNeil and Evon Solomon, French Food at Home, The Barefoot Contessa, Ricardo, Re-location, Re-location, House Hunters. Reruns of The Sopranos and Crossing Jordan while I eat my breakfast.

Jeez...I didn't realize just how much TV I do watch.

That's okay, Debbie. Please don't sigh. I envy you actually!

Now, would someone please tell me how you got your picture on this post!

I have a rebel who lives inside of me and whom I've named JJ and I'm unconventional when it comes to loving.

But I am SO traditional. I love Christmas, like so many others have said today. I love the smell of a living Christmas tree, lights, beautiful decorations on and off the tree. The beauty of the church dressed for Christmas together with the gorgeous stained glass, polished floors, candles. The ritual - sacrament of the Eucharist.

I love a beautifully roasted turkey with deep brown crispy skin, bread stuffing, cranberry jelly - homemade.

Pumpkin pie with whipped cream for Thanksgiving - which in Canada is this week-end.

I send beautiful cards - a tradition carried over from my little Mom. I say Thank you to both loved ones and strangers.

I sing 'Happy Birthday' over the phone to a select, elite group of family and friends. One of my cousins asked to be removed from the list! :)


I'm stealing the plate gift idea for this Christmas.

My mother taught me the same thing, though I don't remember the no gum in public rule! :)

Me, too. magnificentnotty@gmail.com

Beautifully written.

Jennifer: in Canada nursing was - is? - pretty conventional but not midwifery. (I do love the way the British say this word! mid WIF ery! :) ) I believe the reason or at least one of the reasons may be that the physicians in Canada put up resistance to the idea of someone other than them help women to birth children. A power thing?

Me, too, Sarah

I love all of these things, too.

Being in the arms of my beloved. The smell and sound of rain falling outside my bedroom window. The fragrance of a Peony 'Festiva Maxima' in the Spring. Hot water falling over my head in a shower. The cooing of Mourning Doves early in the morning. The taste of blue Concord grapes in Autumn. Singing exquisite music in the choir. The sight of drifts of 80 varieties of Dahlias in my friend's front garden Seven of my friend's Dahlias in a vase on my dining room table.

The Giller Prize

I have thought about this question in different ways often throughout the past ten years or so.

I would continue to do what I'm doing now - paying attention to my intuition and living from it, showing up to life and love, standing in my fear, acknowledging I'm afraid and doing 'it' anyway, telling the truth even when I'm terrified and letting go of the results. The first three are nearly easy for me now, but OH MY GOD the last one is still a daily challenge.

Books - especially certain authors. Teapots. Teas. Soaps especially Mistral. Candles. Incense. Benches and Chairs for my gardens. There's something I love about empty chairs and benches. I've written about both and still don't understand the mystery. Jewellery. Purses. It used to be shoes before surgery limited my choice. Unusual perennials. Cards especially ones created by one of my fellow Master Gardeners - beautiful cards with pressed flowers and calligraphy. Stickers. Beautiful writing pads and paper. Recipes. Tee shirts.

I would like to put a picture beside my name. How do I do that?

Saying Thank You at every opportunity.

Sending Thank You cards at every opportunity.

Such a simple yet exquisite courtesy and like writing letters long-hand nearly extinct.

I love the mystery of the man I love - his 'otherness'. I love his smiles - like quicksilver. I love that he helps others, has given his life in service to others. I love his intelligence, how smart he is, how he loves it when I ask him a question even when he doesn't know the answer.

I can't answer for all men - just this man.

You beat me to the punch, Marissa. This was what I would eliminate, too, without smelling and feeling wonderful that all of the things you mentioned bring! :)

I'm with you Jess. The negative script from my past continues to haunt me. I'd like to be rid of it or at least not believe it.

Women, Sex and Addiction by Charlotte Kasl
Don't Call it Love by Patrick Carnes
The Enneagram: From a Christian Perspective by Richard Rohr

Who we are is eternal. Who we are not changes.

I love that too! :)

I need solitude and silence where once I couldn't stand either. I stopped smoking nearly 12 years ago and now smell wonderful. I don't explain when I cancel an appointment, or change my mind. I trust my intuition (myself) completely, express my feelings, am honest with myself. And much more...

Years ago I saw Liberace in Sudbury! He was fabulous - all shining and glittery. A true showman.

I am grateful to my body every day for hanging in with me through the abuse I've given it. I am very round, like a Buddha. My body is the vehicle through which my beauty shines. You see my beauty in my eyes - in their depths - in their sadness & in their laughter.

I also love my legs, my hands and I have a smile that will knock your socks off! :)

My intuition is always spot-on. It took me years to trust myself (my intuition) but when I don't I pay the price and when I do pay attention which is most of the time now I feel good inside, peaceful. My intuition is so fine tuned it sends up a firm NO immediately.

I know the most about trivia! Then I know a great deal about sexual abuse, both personally and professionally. I also know a lot about death, dying, grief, bereavement, addiction, recovery, and other stuff I've forgotten! :)