Jeremiah Was A Bull Frog

Art by Wendy Liddle for my book “Well Hell”

This morning at the Chartreuse Moose an “oldie” was playing.  It instantly took me back to the early 70’s when I was learning to play my guitar and there were all these great songs to learn!  My friend Cathy Miller and I, otherwise known as the “two Cathy’s/Kathy’s”, would play whatever was new and happening.  So today I say thank you Hoyt Axton and Three Dog Night for the fun memories of this song.

Joy to the World was easy to play and it had an energy, especially in the chorus, that always got people up dancing and singing.  With songs like this you couldn’t be shy so Cathy and I would sing out wherever we were.  Down at the barn milking the goats and the cows, or during the lunch hour “locker hangout” at school.

There were other songs too and certain events would trigger our spontaneous combustion.  Like riding our horses bareback on a moonlit night belting out Cat Steven’s “I’m being followed by a moon shadow!”  Our horses plodded along, they were use to us being like this.

Yes those good old songs you could learn on your guitar as they were happening on the radio.  I miss them.  Do you?  Let me know.

Click on the links above and enjoy!

 ©Kathy Kidwell, 2018, The Living Of Loving                                                                          

Previously published on-line:  © Kathy Kidwell, 2015  True to You (no longer on-line)   ©Kathy Kidwell, 2015  Living for the Present Moment Now (no longer on-line)

If Keyboards Could Talk

Three years ago this blog was fun and silly to write..now it’s a little bit maybe true…

If keyboards could talk, it would be better than prime time on any network! Could you leave your keyboard at the office at the end of the day?

What a sight it would be, most everyone packing their keyboards home.  Cool outer gag wear would be created just for this unless of course our keyboards were fussing.  In which case a bottle of water might work.  Steel briefcases would be back in style ’cause some people might like to look innocent…taking files home to work on…

Of course everyone with a home computer would want to know if the delete or mute button worked when company came over.  Imagine having your cocktail party crashed by a drunk keyboard upstairs on full volume.  Whoops, who spilt the wine?

Yes, keyboard sales would go up.  Smashed ones at the end of the day would be followed by a Starbucks, and an extra one for the keyboard.  AND then there would be comments around the office like…“oh she’s such a goody-goody.  She never takes her keyboard home.  She’s always kissing the bosses keyboard…You get my drift?

Paranoid people worried about every keyboard they ever touched, wondering if their first one’s landed in the dump and were they safely buried?  Some of you know how revealing DOS can be.

In our world today, some keyboards would have top secret instructions…spy keyboards!  In countries all over the world, keyboards with top level info and those processing our privacy…It would take it’s place as the top criminal activity and perhaps the last war on this planet.

The health risks of deciphering and listening to keyboards would take time to evaluate.  The need for a steady hand and brain along with the need to stop the voice in your head would have some effect on drug sales world wide.  It would have to be determined.  Probably by a talking keyboard.

Lawyers would seek admissible keyboard evidence.  Special monitors and desk tops would be created so everyone could see the keyboard spill the abc’s of a crime.  Guilty by the default key.  The “National Liar” would have a field day.  Aliens might sue them for loss of interest and some Hollywood Stars.

Did Einstein have a keyboard?  Think of the treasure and the secrets!  Some boards would be priceless.  I’m not going to talk about my keyboard.  Who knows, the next program I download might have a trigger on it…a blab file for every keyboard hitting the…okay, it’s the mouse that does that.  Heh!  It’s the rat in the room!  Watch out.  Your talking keyboard might be one click away.  So keep your keyboards clean.  It might be your best protection.

P.S.  Right now my board is under surveillance.  If I disappear anytime soon, please look for me…or not.  Let me know.

©Kathy Kidwell, 2018,  The Living Of Loving                                                                          Previously published on-line:  © Kathy Kidwell, 2015  True to You (no longer on-line)   ©Kathy Kidwell, 2015  Living for the Present Moment Now (no longer on-line)

Benny & Jesus

Benny @ Mitchell Lake age 85, 2004

This is what I wrote on the back of this photo:

Benny moved this cabin at age 85, 172 feet with 5 come-alongs and 6 jacks the summer of 2004 at Mitchell Lake all by himself.  He used 7 tied logs under the house.  Moved 30 feet up (first) then sideways and then down to new foundation.  Benny made the rails in the picture.

I remember like yesterday, the coffee Bennie and I had discussing his recent trip to Mitchell Lake.  He was often called in on tough jobs as the old timers knew he was one Norwegian who knew his stuff when it came to moving and re-enforcing log buildings.  Young people sought him out.

Benny had a secret way of moving things.  He never did anything without praying to Jesus first.  He told me he would get on his knees and before crawling under the buildings he was moving, he would always pray to Jesus.  Then when he crawled out, he always prayed to Jesus.  Benny loves Jesus.

Benny is in his 90’s now, almost blind and hard of hearing.  He seldom comes out with his son as he also has arthritis.  I miss our talks but now Benny is mostly speaking in Norwegian.  Whatever language Benny is using, I know Jesus is listening.  He always has.

©Kathy Kidwell, 2018  The Living Of Loving

Previously published on-line:  © Kathy Kidwell, 2015  True to You (no longer on-line)   ©Kathy Kidwell, 2015  Living for the Present Moment Now (no longer on-line)

 

 

 

 

 

 

What would you do if this happened to you?

It was a Zen moment.  Nearing the end of my walk, I looked straight at the highway ahead and asked,

“What does the world need?”

If the question was a trick horse then the answer was the rider vaulting onto it’s back…that’s how quick it was.

“Everything money can’t buy”

I laughed at the suddenness of it all.  It fit.  It was a recurring theme – everything money can’t buy.

So my question today is, What would you do if this happened to you?

You were the one who asked the question, or perhaps had the thought of it escape you…and then HEARD very distinctly this answer:

“Everything money can’t buy!”

What would you do?

How would you interpret this in your own circumstances?

Would you do anything differently or would this validate the course you are already on?

Many people count their blessings.  Willy Nelson said his whole life changed when he started counting his blessings.  So on the theme of counting,  What are the things money can’t buy?

Here’s my short list:

love/truth/words/creativity/joy/kindness

I guess the things we cannot buy are the things we cannot “own”.

 Isn’t it amazing how the things we cannot buy (own) are our best gifts to give to others.

I leave you with this little project to answer.   

What you would do if this happened to you?

AND

 if you want to count or make a list.  

I hope you will comment on this here and I will leave you with a quote from my friend Grace.

                        “Everything in life that has value

                         cannot be bought,

                         it can only be exchanged.”

                                                  Grace Winnifred Joy 

 

This post was originally published on the web in 2015 at “Living For the Present Moment Now” and “True to You” which are no longer on-line.

©Kathy Kidwell, 2015  True to You, Living For The Present Moment Now

©Kathy Kidwell, 2018  The Living Of Loving

Stephen Hawking

Stephen Hawking’s passing today is my first post in this category “The Living Of Loving”.  I learned this phrase from being in the presence of my father Jim Moore.  There are people in this world, and may we be counted with them, who put love into everything they do.  In the case of my father, it was done while humming some nameless tune.

Some of us, in this living of loving, will be amplified in the world and some of us will live within a smaller circle.  Whichever, God’s love brightens the days of those around us.  We make life interesting!  Hopefully, we inspire others…

Here is a cut and paste of my Facebook post when I heard of Stephen Hawking’s passing.  My first flush of feeling…”now you will know everything!”

Katie’s FB post

Stephen Hawking has passed at the age of 76. I remember Eckhart Tolle describing meeting him in his book when he was a young man in university. The devotion of the people who followed Stephen everywhere and fed him and listened to him. An incredible testament to overcoming physical difficulties while using his brilliance to understand the universe. I say from now on Stephen Hawking you will know everything! God bless!

And God bless you!

©Katie Kidwell, 2018 The Living Of Loving

 

The Lightening Tree and the Old Snake Fence

The tree and the fence made light of it…

This story was published in 2015 in Thursday’s Story @ Living For the Present Moment which is no longer online.

     Today on my walk, I stopped at the large spruce tree on Keene Road.  We are old friends.  Long ago, it was hit by lightning but has since healed over with weathered bark.  At the base of this tree, a snake fence corner remains.  Here where it has sprawled I use to sit on the highest rail.  The last time I sat there I took a biting red ant home.

Once, I sat there with old deaf Muffin who could not climb the bank to be with me.  I watched as my neighbours car came crawling down the road.  Without seeing me up on the fence he steered his car towards a dog with it’s back to him.

I yelled, “Howdy neighbour!”

His window was down, and I saw his jaw drop and his eyes pop as he quickly grabbed the wheel over.  After he was gone I realized what had almost happened.  The tree and the fence made light of it and I never told Muffin.  Yet I’m telling you now, twenty years later.

This tree is a landmark tree.  One that looks like Christmas every winter.  I’ve opened many gifts of thought here.

This morning I stopped at the tree and the fence.  They are inseparable.  I see the purple asters growing in a clump like they were placed in a vase held by tree roots.  The other table dressings – a spray of Rosehips here and there.  The rock seemed as always, perfectly placed while the logs of the snake…were singing.

This made me smile.  “No wonder the tree looks so good,” I thought.  The round end of the logs looked me straight in the eye.  “Yes,” I continued my thoughts, “the roots of the tree and everything around has benefited from you and your singing.”  After all these years, a compliment is due…

This is my story of a wild spot just off the highway not far from my house.  Never think a tree is dead when it becomes something else, like a fence.  With awareness of our earth, it’s possible to hear the songs.  They are irresistible.

©Katie Kidwell, 2018 The Living Of Loving

© 2015 “Living For The Present Moment Now” no longer on-line

 

 

 

Katie Kidwell

Katie, the Cariboo Song Rider
Art by Wendy Liddle, CCI

This is what I wrote when I first started here…

Hi and welcome.  This site is under construction.  Right now there is lots of snow and cold so I expect to have extra time provided my satellite connection allows me to work here.  Right now I’m on wi-fi at the Moose.

I will leave you with one of my quotes to digest.

“Love rules – all ways!”

Katie

Welcome to 2019 and lots of blog posts later!

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I would love to hear from my readers!  Thank you for stopping by!

Katie