The Seeker

In between times …is NOW.


Refracted Life

Refracted waterKeep looking, always. You will find lights dance and glisten on any surface. Observing how alive, animated and interesting the reflection of the sun, patterns will emerge.

Refracted glowEven in the dark, you will glow. There is always beauty to find playing with children.

Refracted SignAristocratic. It has a distinctive neon sign boasting “courteous service, quality food, all over town.” True to its form. The best restaurant in the early years.

Photo Credit to Tina Schell of Travels and Trifles

Photo Credit to Tina Schell of Travels and Trifles

How many people did you send rainbow colours and refracted your own light back to you?


Dreaming my Dreams

I am a dreamer of dreams
Wandering around from the periphery
Quiet to remain unnoticed.

Dream Trout lake

Here I feel safe
Safe in the hands of a lifeguard
Guarding  precious lives.
Dream Lifeguard

Along the winding path
Willows weep as I pass by
Or maybe bowing to pay respect.
Dream Weeping Willow

The boardwalk will take me away
Into secluded area where tall grasses grow
Fairies and dragonflies will stop out of curiosity.
Dream Dragonfly

A bench is waiting at the end
As I can see it’s already taken
By someone dreaming my dreams.
Dream Dog


Gratitude Sunday


G od knows I’m blessed

R eality checks remind me

A bundance is everywhere

T hanks is all I need offer

I n return

T aking my time to relax and receive

U ndoing my fears of unworthiness

D ivine gifts flow

E ver more freely

I am thankful for Harula in leaving her footprints in my site, her site Words that Serve  and learned about acrostic on Gratitude.  She has complied a series of words and created a poetic vertical crossword puzzle.

Thank you, Harula. I am feeling blessed.


Signs and Wonders

Spirit GardenGod uses loneliness
to teach us about
living together.

Sometimes he uses anger
so that we can understand
the infinite value of peace.

At other times he uses tedium,
when he wants to show us
the importance of adventure
and leaving things behind.

God uses silence
to teach us about the
responsibility of what we say.

At times he uses fatigue
so that we can understand
the value of waking up.

At other times he uses sickness
to show us
the importance of health.

God uses fire
to teach us
about water.

Sometimes he uses earth
so that we can understand
the value of air.

And at times he uses death
when he wants to show us
the importance of life.

Read the signs.



I can’t read signs. I ask.

Curiosity is in my nature. I wonder most of the times what my nephews and nieces are up to than their parents.  They are no longer children that I used to take on a field trips; they are now young adults in their 30-ish living their own life. Good jobs, good-looking, beautiful partner in life but still not married.  Hmmm…. what’s wrong with the young generation, I wonder?

Of course, I ask them point-blank. Sooo …. When are you guys going to get married? Do I get a response?  No, no, no!

One day a sign.

 You’ve got mail
Sent by: Sister copy furnished to all the Aunties.
Subject: Michael and Jacklyn
With an attachment only.
No body of a letter.

The attachment needs to be downloaded in order to see what it was. When I saw it, my first thought was “what does this mean?” I must go directly to the source, ask Michael (the apples of my eyes) and start the investigation process via Facebook messaging.

Me: Saw a photo of a hand with a ring-a-ding-ding going around in our clan with your name and Jackie? When is the wedding?

He: Oh ya baby! Don’t know probably next summer.

Me: Congratulations. God Bless you both. When you say; oh ya, baby! Is Jackie pregnant?

He: Ha-ha no-no!

Me: Just checking

The Sign of Love

The Sign of Love


Bennettville: A Vancouver Story

False Creek

Today, looking southwest from the dock of Bridges Restaurant, you see commercial wharves, and office and residential buildings. Sixty-three years ago, this area was a tidal flat rising to an elevation of 20 feet at the railway tracks, which were 300 feet from the shore. In 1933, it was known as Bennettville, and it was a collection of shacks and float houses built by squatters and the unemployed who were not on relief.

The name was derived from R.B. Bennett, Canada’s Prime Minister at the time. Needless to say, Bennettville was not recognized by city hall as a district of Vancouver. There were no roads, no services, and garbage and sewage went directly into False Creek. It was also home to small fishermen who caught fish from the Capilano River run, and between the Point Grey bell buoy and the mouth of the north arm of the Fairview slopes and in Kitsilano, in the same way the Musqueam sold theirs in Kerrisdale.

In winter Bennettville inhabitants scavenged Granville Island industries for scrap metal, which had a ready market. Living was at a subsistence level, although most people were moderately self-sufficient. Bennettville was not the best part of town. There was no electricity, it was cold and damp most of the time, and sharing it with a hungry rat population was, at best, uncomfortable. Because of the unsanitary conditions, there were a number of health concerns, including typhoid scares. However, forcing residents to move meant they would likely be put on the city’s relief rolls, so city council ignored the health risks in favour of the economy.

Bennettville, a legacy of the ‘30s, had fairly disappeared by the 1950s, and its demise was guaranteed by the redevelopment of Granville Island and the whole False Creek area.


Source: False Creek #3: A Vancouver Story displayed at a lamp post written by Alex Finlayson.


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