Living … One day at a time.

Hello,

 

OH, A STORM

Thunder and lightning.

Lightning and thunder.

Rain.

Boom

More flashes of light.

I can hear the pitter patter of rain drops as they hit the window.

Alvin stirring once again.

Up and down all night long.

Inside and out.

Drying those paws.

Was it the storm?

Or something else?

Animals are intuitive.

Something was up.

So, feeling a bit sleepy this morn.

Now the clouds are breaking up as the sky lightens and the sun begins to make an appearance.

The house is warm.

Humidity levels high.

Alvin is resting on his blue blanket.

Ah, my boy.

Oh, a storm.

 

Written by CY Lewis, July 24, 2019

 

With kindness and with respect

Always, Carol & Alvin

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Living … One day at a time.

Hello,

 

POEM FOR SUNDAY MORNING

Window open bird chirping singing a song.

For a mate?

To me or for the world?

Clouds rolling in and partially blocking the sun.

No breeze.

Just still.

Now only the clicking of the keyboard keys.

Alvin resting on his blue blanket.

We woke up to a beautiful sunny morning a bit ago.

The weather seems to be changing from minute to minute.

There is now movement in the trees a breeze is coming up.

As I strain to hear something more than my fingers touching the keys.

Alvin’s breathing is constant and easy.

Heard a sound perhaps a door closing.

Is the world begin to wake up; I do not know.

Yes, I hear noise.

There is movement.

My immediate world is waking up.

Slowly but surely …. on this Sunday morning.

The world, my world is coming alive.

A bird flies by in my line of vision.

I love these quiet moments.

In the distance I hear noise but cannot identify.

Time to go back downstairs.

Time for us to eat.

Time for us to get this day going.

Coffee and toast and blueberries.

Alvin his food and of course blueberries.

This is the start to my Sunday.

As the clouds roll in and envelope the morning sky.

You can see the darkness taking over …

Slowly not so much.

Will it rain?

Perhaps not.

Sunday morning.

 

CY Lewis, July 7, 2019

 

Just had to share.  I am in love with the sky.

Last night at sunset.

North side of the house,

South side of the house

So many different colours.

So beautiful.

The bird is singing a song once again.

 

Happy Sunday.

Time to get rolling ….

 

Always, Carol  & Alvin

Living … One day at a time.

Hello,

A bright sunny morning filled with beautiful blue sky.

Father’s Day today.

 

 

FATHER’S DAY

There are so many Fathers on this beautiful planet of ours.

Fathers in every city, town, village and rural community.

Some came by it naturally, biologically and others did not.

There are Fathers who teach their children good manners.

There are Fathers who play with their children.

There are Fathers who work far too hard with no time to give.

There are Fathers who never learned how to parent.

There are Fathers who came into the situation and treated those children with kindness and respect.

There are all kinds of Fathers on this planet.

Some Fathers play good role models to their nieces and nephews and friend’s children.

Some Fathers never had children but have four-legged babies.

There are all kinds out there.

We celebrate them all.

 

I have known a great many Dads of all types over my lifetime.

Some very good and others not.

We cannot say with all certainty as to why someone is not a good parent.

After all we cannot read their minds.

There are many reasons.

But some “Dads” take to it naturally and some do not.

Today,

On this day, we celebrate Fathers, Dads …..

For their contributions to our lives.

No matter what they gave or took away from us …. those contributions made us who we are today.

For this we, I celebrate them.

 

Happy Fathers Day ……

 

 

Written by CY Lewis on this June 16, 2019

Edmonton, Alberta

with Mr. Alvin at my side……

 

 

 

Thought for the day ….

Good Morning and Welcome to Wednesday the 24th day of April, 2019.

Another gorgeous morning as the sun rises filling the sky with hues of pinks and oranges and yellows.

Well my five day weekend has come to an end and it is back to work for me.

What a glorious five days we had – working – walking – working and walking.

Alvin saw his friends and spent some time with Humphrey the Cat.

I am grateful that I had the opportunity to get some tasks completed around the house.

Always things to do but I made a large dent in the list …. perhaps dent isn’t quite the right choice of words but you know what I mean.

We even lounged on the deck for a bit yesterday afternoon.

Sometimes we walked just me and Mr. Alvin and other times we were joined by our friend P (once with Georgie her grand pup).

I am grateful for the kindness of my family and friends.

I am grateful for this spring wonderful weather.

I am grateful to have beautiful parks so close by.

I am grateful to have seen swans flying in our neighbourhood as they passed through Edmonton.

I am grateful to have seen the return of robins in our area.

I am grateful that both Alvin and I are in good health.

I am grateful for our life.

 

Today feels like a good day to share a poem that I wrote many years ago.

 

FROM DREAM TO REALITY

I had a dream late last night,

Of sparkling white sandy beaches,

Palm trees swaying in a sweet scented breeze,

Of clear blue skies and water, clear blue,

Of monkeys, elephants and parrots, too.

When I awoke and looked all around,

It was a dream, so I had found.

The picture is somewhat sadly different.

My sandy beaches are cluttered with garbage.

The palm trees have been removed, replaced with malls.

The breeze smells bitter — terribly so,

The monkeys, elephants where did they go?

We have come too far, too fast,

The signs have been there,

But we did not see, due to our hungry greed

From horse drawn sleighs to gas powered cars,

From tin and glass to Styrofoam and plastic jars,

From all that technology we still didn’t learn

That we’re literally burning our planet — our Earth.

The time has come to join together,

Mothers, Fathers, Sons and Daughters,

If we learn to reduce, recycle and reuse

We can save our planet —

The gem in our universe.  Our Earth!

Written for Amanda’s school play at W.H. Ford School

By Carol Lewis on November 28th, 1990

This is so bizarre that I wrote this twenty years ago for my daughter’s school play.  It is even more prevalent today.

Now it has been almost thirty years now.

What has changed?

 

Well almost time to go downstairs and finish getting ready to leave for work.

Alvin is nesting on his blue blanket which has been made even more comfy by adding a lap blanket my Grandmother made in about 1990.

Talk about lots of older things.

It remains almost as new.

 

Have an awesome Wednesday.

Sending out our thoughts and positive energy to all those in need.

Happy Wednesday.

 

Special Hello to: my friend V who is such an amazing person……

Always, Carol & Alvin

Thought for the day …..

Good Morning and Welcome to Wednesday the 27th day of March, 2019.

Well we had a rainy day on Tuesday …..  we missed our walk last night.

Sometimes I wished that Alvin had a raincoat with a hood.

I have to be careful that he doesn’t get an yeast infection.

It can happen from excess moisture in the ears.

Who knew?

We opted out last night but he spent time on the deck and every time he came into the house – out came the towel.

Tonight I have a meeting and our friend is watching over him.

Perhaps it will be nice and she will take him for a walk.

Otherwise we will have to play catchup tomorrow and over the weekend.

Not so bad.

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I read the following just before signing on to do this post.

It was surrounded by math problems.

Love is many things none of which is logical.

I would tend to agree with this statement.

Love is anything but logical.

We all know and remember poems and song lyrics about love.

Nothing logical about any of them.

Perhaps love is an opinion.

After all we all love differently.

Some we understand and some we do not.

But we cherish LOVE above all else.

There is the love of another human being.

There is the love of one’s children.

Different love between you and your parents, for example.

There is the love of money.

There is the love of material items.

After all that priceless family heirloom was purchased with love and handed down over the generations with love.

There is the love of animals.

I love my Alvin.

There is the love of nature.

I love walking by a lake with tall grasses waving in a breeze.

I love watching animals in nature.

There is the love of food.

Who does not love chocolate.

There is the love of oneself.

Many levels of self love.

There is the love of a rain storm.

Yes, love the excitement of thunder and lightning.

There is the love of sports.

There is the love of exercise.

There is the love of music.

That song that you simply cannot live without.

There is the love of love.

Anyway you look at it LOVE covers a great deal of ground.

 

Funny how one statement can spark conversation or in this case a great many statements.

I hope that wherever you are and whatever you are doing that you love yourself, you are safe, you are in good health and are surrounded with love and support.

Happy Wednesday.

Have a wonderful day.

 

Special Hello to: my friends and family all over this world.

Always, Carol & Alvin

 

 

 

ALVIN

ALVIN,

You came into my life almost a year ago ..

You were small, needy and unwell..

You made me feel anxious and sad,

Helpless and mad.

But then one day … the veil lifted.

I fell in love with YOU.

Loving your dog is unlike the love you have for a child, friend or sibling.

It is unconditional.

No strings attached.

No arguments or compliments

The view is one-sided

Or perhaps it is not.

But the feelings are felt.

It is true and inspiring.

You have taught me patience.

To be more loving.

You came into my life late one night.

Almost one year ago.

An idea not conceived thoroughly

But yet ….. it was …

You are where you are supposed to be.

Lucky ME.

I am blessed to have you in my life.

We are joined at the hip (sometimes at the foot) LOL.

But nonetheless we are joined.

I love you Alvin.

You bring me great joy.

Continual amazement.

I know that you understand me.

Each word ….. even when you tilt you head to the side.

I know you know….

Thank you so much…..

Love

Always, Your “Mom”

This KISS, this KISS (please stop, Mom you are embarrassing me!!)

 

Written on our first Anniversary together … January 19, 2011.

Thought for the day ….

Good Morning and Welcome to Sunday the 30th day of December, 2018.

 

WINTER

The wind is blowing.

The sky is overcast and that white once again.

Part of the walk that I shovelled yesterday has now blown in again with snow.

The deck is inches deep with snow, once again.

It is snowing and the wind is tossing it around as if it were nothing.

Nothing that will at some point land upon the ground.

Asking me to shovel once again.

The wind’s voice is deep and arrogant making me feel cold even though I am warm inside my house.

Oh weather.

Winter is here.

There is no doubt.

At least for one day or two or even three or four.

That winter is here to stay.

Oh winter, with your cold temperatures, snow and winds.

Somewhere in my heart there is love for you.

Somewhere there is respect for what you can do.

Winter, your name commands it.

Winter, the final season of every year.

Winter, the first season of the New Year.

Thank you Winter …..

 

Written by: CY Lewis, December 30, 2018

 

This is what my brain is wrapped around this morning.

Special Hello to: WINTER, yes you are definitely here.

Always, Carol & Alvin

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thought for the day ….

Good Morning and Welcome to Monday the 26th day of November, 2018.

Yesterday was a gorgeous day.

Alvin and I enjoyed a wonderful walk.

 

Twenty-five years ago, my Mom passed away at the young age of 55.

We all miss her.

I wrote this poem when we arrived at my brother’s and it was read at her funeral.

 

“Dear Mom”

 

Dear Mom,

Sitting here thinking back,

One moment ago,

Sometimes only days, then back a dozen years.

The memories flood on in,

There were happy times and sad,

Crazy wonderful and bad.

I think of all the voices of family and friends, chattering in my head.

Everyone has a special story, a thought for me to hear.

How hard it is to say that last good-bye.

I remember your laughter, your firmness and the way you spoke your mind.

The Love you shared with others, your charm, that wit, that mind!

We will always wonder, why your time with us was short.

But you gave us all love and understanding, you always believed in us.

Pointed us in the right direction.

Then quietly and quickly moved on,  to watch down over us – our Guardian Angel!

There will never be another “Jeannie”, another “Granny”, another Mom, another Friend like you.

Mom, there is no doubt in my mind that you were one of a kind!

You touched so many hearts that is evident by the stories I have heard,

and by the tears that have and will be shed.

Mom,

No one Loved You More

No one Loved You Better

We all Love You the Same.

Written by Carol Lewis (November 1993) to honour our  “Mother” who passed away in November of 1993.

I miss my Mom and think of her often.  When I think about how easy it is to communicate with family and friends who live at a distance, I am utterly amazed.  It would have been so great if back in 1993, and prior we could have sat down at the computer and SKYPED each other.  So if you are thinking about me or your Mom or your best friend, and they live at a distance, take advantage of the free download and start to SKYPE.  Between Facebook, E-mail, and SKYPE there is no reason to miss out on the days and years of our loved ones.  Post some photos.  Send some love.  Stay in contact.   To all my friends and family out there, I love you and think of each and every one of you each and every day.  Really I do.  I send my love and thoughts of good health and abundance.  Take care everyone…..

 

Special Hello: to all our Angels, you share a place in our hearts and minds as you watch over us all.

Always, Carol & Alvin

Thought for the day ……

Good Morning and Welcome to Saturday the 10th day of November, 2018.

Today my second youngest brother would have been “55” years old.

He passed in March of 2009.

We miss him terribly.

Today I am thinking of him and our loss of his spirit.

We miss you buddy.

The boy with the big heart.

 

 

IF I HAD KNOWN

Looking at photos of us when we were kids.

It seems like only yesterday,

but it was a lifetime ago.

Things have changed.

We were five now we’re four.

How I long for those days.

When we were all together.

When playing school, all sitting in a row … I’d be the teacher…

Running about the yard playing in a nearby slough looking for tadpoles …

Playing in the dirt ….

Imagining driving to far off places in that old black car, and eating Mom’s homemade french fries and pumpkin pie.

Playing hide and seek and watching Disney on Sundays.

Was what we did, when we were just kids.

Now we’re grown,

Time has past.

If only I had known,

We would be four and not five.

I would have taken your hand.

I would have told you how much I loved you every day.

I would have loved you better.

I would have visited you more often.

I should have tried.

I would have known your pain.

I would have understood.

I would have known your favourite song.

I would have known your favourite colour.

I would have known you better.

Now we’re four and it’s too late

For me to take your hand.

To share your pain, and to comfort you.

I wished that I had knew you better.

Between the pain and the laughter.

You were a man, and I remember the boy

The little boy with a zest for life.

The little boy that always seemed to find a way ….. now that’s our secret….

That irresistible little guy that made me smile.

The little boy with such a big heart.

That much I did know when the boy became the man.

I feel that I let you down, but it is too late

I wished that I knew your favourite song.

Or what you made you cry late at night.

Why the time passed so fast.

Now we’re four instead of five

What did you think?  Your thoughts?

I wished that I knew.

If I had, I had only known  the man, not just the boy.

 

Written by Carol Yvonne Lewis, January 8th, 2010

Jeff and his sisters at Christmas

Grandpa Jim & All 5 of us ……

Jeff & two of five (Cindy & John)

Jeff and three of five (Carol, Cindy & John)

Jeff and Five of Five (Tyler, Cindy, Carol & John) – 1992

 

Special Hello to: my little brother ….. miss you

Always, Carol & Alvin

Thought for the day ….

Good Morning and Welcome to Sunday the 14th day of October, 2018

 

Darkness filled the air earlier this morning when we first arose.

Alvin always the early bird.

When we arose to start the day the sun shone brightly through light cloud cover.

The frost was hard as the grass crunched under my feet and appeared black to the naked eye.

The solar lights that are standing in a flower pot have a thick coating of frost upon them.

The Snapdragons are blooming remaining alive despite a coat of frost.

All things are covered with a covering of frost this morning.

 

With the sun shining the frost will melt.

The grass will return to green.

The Snapdragons will perk up with the heat of the sun.

The solar lights will shine in the sunlight

The frost will disappear from the rooftops and car windows.

 

Oh Sunday morning.

Time to get dressed and start the day.

Thank you Mother Nature for your beauty and charm.

 

Happy Sunday.

 

Special Hello to: my sister on this day.

Always, Carol & Alvin

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