Monday, December 29, 2008
The last few moments of daylight that linger just before passing into evening when the sun has set and the final rays of light reflect off the clouds...twilight.
And so these are the last few days of this year as the calendar prepares to pass into 2009.
Wishing you health, love and wisdom but most important to dream... for dreaming is the moment that ignites the mind, body and soul.
Posted by Susan McShannon-Monteith at Monday, December 29, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Tucked away amidst the folded lacey tablecloths lies a tissue wrapped treasure from childhood. Each Christmas season it is removed from its confines to be cherished again...
Please visit Wealthy's Bonnet for The Christmas Pageant.
* A very special thank you to Karen Otto of Amusments for her ability of envisioning a creation of the present to enhance a tale from the past.
Posted by Susan McShannon-Monteith at Sunday, December 21, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
I must admit I have an obsession for mirrors. Not for vanity's sake but for their ability to reflect the images that are before them.
Can you imagine the amazement of the young lass who gazed down into the pool of water as she knelt to rinse her silken long tresses in its ripples. To look upon her image looking back at her must have been mysterious.
Or the beautiful Renaissance woman tilting the hand-held silvered looking glass to catch sight of the jewels twinkling in her crown. Making sure each strand of pearls was perfect before entering the chamber where her husband awaited...
As the daylight hours shorten and darkness spreads her cloak about the land, mirrors can reflect the subtle light held within the room. Be it candle, lamp or chandelier each ray refracted and sent back from whence it came...
Posted by Susan McShannon-Monteith at Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
It is assumed that when reference is made to living in Canada a picture of the Great White North comes to mind.
Let it be said that when the page of the calendar turns to December we are often at the mercy of Mother Nature. But alas, with a little ingenuity and a trip to the greenhouse, paradise is found.
At the place where I purchase the first buds of spring, flowers for the window boxes and mums for the Fall garden, winter yields its palette of beauty.
From the palest of pink to deep crimson en masse the poinsettias create a carpet befitting of royalty. Each delicate petal uniting to reflect the spirit of the season.
Row upon row of vibrant cyclamen, heads bowed yielding to the awestruck observer choosing to take one home.
There are silver-tipped ferns painted by fairies that flit about in the darkness sprinkling their magic sparkle (at least I imagine such). Or combination baskets that can be coaxed to spend the winter and released to the garden in the spring.
A visit to such a place can cure the grey day doldrums and soothe the soul.
Posted by Susan McShannon-Monteith at Wednesday, December 03, 2008