On Being Popular

“Remembering Jonathan” by Katie

Some months after my parents, Jim and Grace Moore moved their trailer into the Canadian Headquarters of the Emissaries of Divine Light, my mother wrote a letter. She addressed it to the leader of the Emissaries, Lord Martin Cecil, who was now her neighbour.

She wrote to let him know she was thankful to be participating in the vision of the Third Sacred School and to thank him for his leadership in this.

Then she added: “But I wouldn’t win a popularity contest here.”

That Sunday at service, he answered her, woven in without any background of her letter and fitting to his one hour talk. It was simple: “You’re in a bad way if you can win a popularity contest.”

I imagine my mother seated in the log chapel with a big smile on her face. She talked about this letter and others into her later years.

My mother wasn’t popular with the women’s group on-site, but she had friends who “loved what she loved.” She was also a magnet to strangers who had an open heart. — Getting off the greyhound bus with strangers continuing to write to her years later because they sat beside her and enjoyed the conversation. In her care home, one lady stranger wanted her wheelchair beside my mother’s. As she explained to me, “I feel good when I’m beside your mother.”

I tell you the story of my mother’s letter because of the information it gives and reminder. How it is recognized in the bible, “When men hate and revile you, be exceedingly glad because then you know you are doing the Lord’s work.”

No New Age author will ever embrace this bible teaching. They wouldn’t sell books if they did. They will accuse you of “projecting” and offer their works so you can fix your “projector”.

It is peculiar to those who love and serve the Lord with an open heart that life will bring your enemies in various ways. I say what my Aunt Dorthy often told to everyone and everything: “Bless their heart!”

If you’ve had the experience of being unpopular at certain times in your life, chances are you were doing something different and perhaps more reflective of the real world within you.

There are pay-offs for people who don’t like us. Once you understand this, you realize what even the New Age people know is true:

A finger in the hand pointing has three fingers pointing back.

Remember this.

©Katie Kidwell, 2019 The Living Of Loving
@GWJ Creative Art

Storm Fish (Thunder and Lightning)

Storm Fish w.c. on canvas paper ©Katie GWJ Creative Art

In light of the recent rain and lightning…I am reminded of the worst lightning storm in my experience.

It was the summer of 2016 at Howard Lake, camping in the isolated spot we call “The Legend”. Where we are right on the water, under tall pines, and looking down the lake towards the far end.

A few days before an American couple and their dog had stopped by our camp for a visit.

Our talk turned to the weather and I was asked if I had ever seen the “blue flash”? I had never heard of it. He explained “When a bolt of lightning comes down to earth – the earth rises up to meet it with a blue flash of her own. The man telling me this had spent his life looking for this phenomenon and had yet to see it.

 The next day I started a new painting. I was working with a fish shape I had in my painting “Raven’s Land” and with something still new to me – “canvas paper”. I wanted to play around. So I did. I even used a Raven’s feather with the paint. It turned out pretty wild looking.
 

It suited the night to come…

 
The flashes and bolts of lightning were continuous through most of the night. The thunder shook our motor home. Thank God we were on rubber wheels and as long as the trees stayed put… I decided my fish painting would be called Storm Fish, with the second title of Thunder and Lightening.
 

The next morning I met the American couple on my walk. He was definitely excited about the night.

 
That’s right! He saw the blue flash and wanted to know if I had seen it too?
 
No, but in one of those lake flashes, I saw a boat with a man in it wearing a sou’wester. In the next flash and thunder boom, he was gone. Blink…Blink…
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©Katie Kidwell, The Living Of Loving, 2019
©GWJ Creative Art

My Ten Step Guide To Cooking

Oil 2007 ©GWJ Creative Art,

As you can see in the painting, nature provides and shares food all the time.  In the spirit of this, I wrote my 10 step guide in 2015 for my blogs True to You and Living For The Present Moment Now.  I called it “Kathy Kidwell’s 10 step guide to cooking”.  Looking at the list today I still agree with it.  My fondest memories of human interaction have been around food and sharing it.

So here it is and if you want to add to it you can do so in the comment box.

My 10 Step Guide To Cooking

1.   Cooking is better for you than eating is.
2.  Cooking for others who live with you is twice as good.
3.  Cooking for someone you don’t live with, is the best.
Up to 10x’s better.
4.  Sharing the food you’ve prepared is a natural exercise you can do,
Every day
5.  Eat only enough to know it tastes good.  You won’t go hungry as others will fill you up with kind words.
6.  Food supplies will find you.  People will hand them to you with great anticipation.
7.  Heartburn will be a thing of the past.
8.  Heart joy will be your constant companion.
9.  Recipes and ideas will flood your every cooking moment.
10.  If you do the dishes you will jinx everything listed above.
Enjoy Life! ♥                     Share Food! ♥

©Katie Kidwell, 2019 The Living Of Loving
©Previously Published as Kathy’s 10 Step Guide To Cooking, 2015

The Love Manifesto (Have You Written Yours?)

Author Katie Kidwell

In light of recent events…what is the solution?  For you and I and the whole world, I am suggesting a rising.
A rising of Love in the language of every culture on this planet. Let it be: The Love Manifesto. Let it be yours.

The action part of the manifesto is “manifest”. So what you write in your Love Manifesto has the power of action. It could be written on a napkin in a restaurant or etched on a stone in a field. Sign it, and it becomes active. You can use initials or any word you love about yourself.

The marks and words of Love are not for your eyes only. Chances are an Angel will move it further down the road. One day you will notice something beautiful, out in the world, with your name on it!

Knowing we will be followed all the days of our life – write your Manifesto of Love. Make a paper plane out of it and let it go. From time to time – write a new one. Make it your biggest secret or tell everyone you know.

Remember, Angels, are waiting on us with boomerangs.

So play alive and write your Manifesto of Love as only you can.

Here’s to the rising – already in place.

See you there.

©Katie Kidwell, the Living Of Loving, 2019
©GWJ Creative Art

Healthy Garlic Champagne (A Recipe)

Heritage Garlic from Splendour View Garden

Garlic has many health benefits besides removing toxins.  It’s good for the heart (garlic lovers love garlic) and it’s good for balancing blood sugar.  Often referred to as the “stinking rose” I grew Heritage Garlic (Music & Russian) for many years at Splendour View Garden.  

Today I would like to leave you with something good for you and your breath.  The recipe is called Garlic Champagne.  How I got this recipe is a story I will write someday.  But for now, you can rest assure the “ageing” part of this brew removes the odour within a few moments on the breath.  My husband and other’s have tested this.  I couldn’t because as a long-time user I don’t smell it anymore.

If cholesterol levels or circulation are something you’re thinking about, give this recipe a try along with all the other good stuff you’re doing… AND let me know what improvements it makes in your life!

GARLIC CHAMPAGNE
(1 Tbsp/day)

In a blender, in batches blend:
8 large cloves of garlic
6 lemons peeled in sections – not juiced as
the fibre of the lemons is important
1 -1/2 cups of honey
4 cups of water
1 tsp cayenne (opt. amt)
Keep in the fridge in a glass jar
Stir once a day for 8 days
Strain through cheesecloth
Refrigerate in glass container

This recipe will last in the fridge until finished as the honey and lemon are natural preserves.  You can also up the 1 Tbsp/day to 2 or 3 if you feel a cold coming on.

Enjoy!

©Katie Kidwell, The Living Of Loving, 2019
previously published @ True To You, 2015 (no longer on-line)
GWJ Creative Art

A Display Of White Daisy’s

©Angel Horse Card by Katie, 1974 Lino

I am writing this having come back from a long-overdue walk down my road. After two driveways, I observed my neighbours abandoned house and acreage. Here the horses died over the winter, and now their dirt pasture is a mass of daisies.

For 20 plus years, I knew Patches, Babe and Dusty. I like to think they knew me. Being able to talk about the evidence of this in this world is still pending…

This spring, I took a while to register their absence. I was still looking for the horses. Visible at the intersection every time my car returned home and when not visible…noticed. I didn’t realize how much I was watching, witnessing and when I could participating in what was the best I could do for them.

Now I like to think a display of white daisies on their earth table is their reward. What they really ate and what made them survivors and not sufferers.

This arrangement included in the early years the Black Lab “Blotto”. He was abandoned to a chain and a dog house to protect what an empty place can invite, how he dragged his dog house to show his enthusiasm for Jessey and me when we walked by — waiting to repeat the effort when we walked back. A few times he escaped and like all Labs slobbered his way down the road. A black flash oblivious to a heavy chain flying out like a ribbon on a kite.

We knew he was gone when the house and chain disappeared. But not before he spent a few weeks dragging his dog house without his back legs working. For several months Jessey turned her head as if to remind me we were walking by Blotto’s post. Jessey had empathy as most animals do.

You can’t start with what’s wrong to make something right. My neighbour knew I liked his horses and even asked me to ride them. I said no. But I phoned him every time the horses were out and in danger of the Highway. I helped him catch them ’cause wouldn’t you know they usually came to my house. Last spring I called him to let him know I didn’t like the way Patches was looking and were he aware?

So I’m telling you this story to emphasize what seeing Daisy’s in their pasture meant to me today. Here where there was never enough grass growing for three horses to eat. Tall waves of white dancing in the breeze.  I had tears in my eyes.

The daisies are telling me to celebrate. Celebrate the beauty of all those years.  Of the horse’s survival and how they were actually cared for by Life! In the presence and absence of suffering, they lived into old age, and that is their Victory. For Horse and Dog and one nosey neighbour maybe mine too.

©Katie Kidwell, 2019 The Living Of Loving
©GWJ Creative Art

Beauty (the song)

Exeter Valley towards the Highlands

My post today is a song I collaborated on many years ago with an Alberta Cowboy Poet by the name of Buddy Gale. It was while I was in my “hay-day” as a singing cowgirl.  If you want to know more about those days here is the FB link to Katie, The Cariboo Song Rider

 

I took the photo for the song “Beauty” out in Exeter Valley (Bridge Creek Estate Ranch).   You can just see the Highlands where the cattle are in the distance. When I was kid this was always a great place to ride.

Beauty (Where All Cowboys Ride)

as performed by Gordon Maxwell

The Lyrics

Beauty

Chorus:
If beauty’s a land where cattle can hide;
Beauty’s the place where all cowboys ride.
If beauty is Hoare frost, rain, snow and sleet;
Then beauty’s the place where all cowboys meet.

Verse l
If beauty is sagebrush tumbling along
Then beauty is also the howling winds song.
If beauty is mountains and old Jack Pine rails.
Then beauty is muskeg and hard rocky trails.

Verse II
If beauty is sundown – cold hazy sky.
Then beauty’s a bedroll; a good place to lie.
If beauty is silence with smoke in your eyes.
Then beauty’s the night owl flying by.

From the poem “Beauty” written by Buddy Gale
Song Lyrics:  Buddy Gale & Katie Kidwell
Music:  Katie Kidwell
©Beauty, Buddy Gale & Katie Kidwell, 1995  SOCAN

The Story

This song is a collaboration between Buddy Gale and myself, Katie Kidwell. Originally a poem by Buddy called “Beauty”; additional lines and music made it a song. Recorded by Gordon Maxwell who is known as Ian Tyson’s bass player of many years. I am playing the acoustic autoharp in this recording.

You can also listen to Beauty at SoundCloud

©Katie Kidwell, The Living Of Loving, 2019
©GWJ Creative Art

When The Rock Talks


Several years ago, I had a mysterious experience while camping and painting at Marble Canyon. As soon as I arrived.  Every time I looked at the magnificent rock hanging over beautiful Crown Lake, I saw a face in moving gestureIt was absolutely fascinating and being the sensitive person I am I accepted it as real.
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Not just one rock but all of them had come to life, with lips moving and heads turning.

So something must be happening, I thought. Yes, I’m ready for God’s mysteries in his creation! Ready to see them in action.
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So I paddled out in my belly boat, ready to paint with this mysterious audience hanging over me.

That’s when I heard it. The pebble shaking sound of a spray can. Standing in front of the rocks on a ledge (the lake was down) were two young girls poised to spray the beautiful untouched stone of this canyon lake.

“Heh,” I yelled as I started paddling. “What are you doing?”
They both jumped to face me. The girls were surprised to see a “floating voice” out on the lake so close. The spray can’s arm quickly disappeared behind their backs.
“Girls!” Yelled a man’s voice from the far shore.
“Nothing, Dad…we’re doing nothing!” they yelled back.
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And so the standoff started. The girls are waiting for me to paddle away and I’m waiting for them to head back to camp. Dad is standing on the shore, watching.

I had all the time in the world. I was floating, remember? I had seen the animated faces of the rocks. How did the rock know?
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So the girls headed back and Dad returned to his site.

Later that evening I met the girls on my walk. I don’t know where this info came from but someone must have planted it in me because out of my mouth it came.
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“Heh, girls. If you want to leave a message on a rock, then use a stone to etch it with.”

As it turned out, these campers from Alberta stayed longer than us. We had to head back after three nights and wouldn’t you know all the campers at the site left before us.

So we pulled our motor home out knowing the girls and the spray-can would be alone…except for maybe Dad…

It was two summers before I came back. I expected to see all kinds of spray-painted graffitti…but you know what? There was none.

There sure were a lot of names etched in rock.

Etchings you could only see close up from a belly boat…I hadn’t noticed them before and some of it looked pretty old.

Since this happened, I’ve longingly looked for the rock to come back to live animation.

It hasn’t happened.

Yet, this painting I did while belly boating in front of the rocks a few years after the event, dried with a face in it.

Wouldn’t you know? Can you see it?

“Face Me” w.c. by Katie

 

©Katie Kidwell, 2019 The Living Of Loving
©GWJ Creative Art

Gone Fishin’ (Part two)

Well, I have returned from a wet camping trip to Howard Lake!  I decided on watercolour for my cartoon here and almost used rainwater.  I have been known to paint with hailstones as they melt…

The sun shines in my heart just being at Howard!

Right now I am thinking about illustrating some of my children’s stories and am working out different styles.  Maybe my worm on the sign should have an eye dot?  Yes?  No?

©Katie Kidwell Art

©Katie Kidwell, The Living Of Loving, 2019
©GWJ Creative Art