So, I need your help in relation to my upcoming humorous book, I Don’t Drink Alone and Other Lies. One of the lies I tell in this book is: “I can still stop traffic”. Of course, I clarify this lie with a grain of truth (as I do in all the lies I tell in the book). The truth is that I can still stop traffic at a pedestrian crossing, especially the ones with lights.

I heard on the news this morning that our iconic Royal B.C. Museum is in the process dismantling “Colonial” displays. Without seeing these displays, I could easily render their meaning: the time of settlement of the white man in Canada. And we can’t speak of that without acknowledging the Indigenous tribes who were here first.

I can’t believe it. It’s my tenth Blog-giversary! Ten years of blogging here at lisathomsonlive. Notice how the word ‘giver’ is found in this term bloggiversary. It’s fitting, isn’t it? We bloggers give a ton. Words, ideas, solutions, time…Time does fly while you’re having fun. Best of all, fellow bloggers who have become my online friends have enriched this whole blogging thing.

Um, just bitching over here, trying to understand the world around me. There are some things that have been bothering me lately. Not all of it is due to Covid, either. But yeah, there is a little of that, too. Let’s get started:

They say we remember moments in our life, not days. We remember how someone made us feel, not the words they use. I agree with these statements, 100% (although, I do remember words). But let’s not rule out SCENT. Scent evokes a moment, a feeling, sharp memories and a STORY.

RAIN DROPS

Rain drops patter down

On my pain

Healing waters

Where drought had been

Nourishing

Quenching

Tear-shaped drops

Replenishing

Landscape of my heart

I’m still here. It’s been quiet here but I’m —STILL.

I’m still singing along to the radio

I’m still lying awake and staring at the ceiling

I’m still asking why

I used to post a quote of the week, every week! That was way back in 2012/13-ish. So I came across this quote on Instagram and it resonated. It was 3 am, but I don’t think that had anything to do with it. 🙂

So I’m on a bit of a rant today. If you’re a mom, you might feel the same. On Saturday May 8th, I had a nice face-time call with my son and his girlfriend. Of course, we got onto the subject of mother’s day and what my plans were. Then I remembered last year’s mother’s day, and I told them about how I turned on the television in the evening, to see what wonderful shows/movies might be on.

I first heard of this book while scrolling Instagram. A fellow art journal creator had posted a stack of inspirational books. Being that I’m intrigued by FK, the exceptional woman and artist, I took note of the title.

The Diary of Frida Kahlo An Intimate Self Portrait by Carlos Fuentes, has had a profound effect on me. I wrote in my own journal, “I feel grieved to come to the last page. I can’t say that I have felt that way about any other book.”