<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Life on Late Blooms</title><link>/categories/life/</link><description>Recent content in Life on Late Blooms</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/categories/life/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Celebrating Life - Birth Days &amp; Death Days</title><link>/posts/celebrating-life-birth-days-death-days/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/celebrating-life-birth-days-death-days/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthdays are celebrations of life when you are present to celebrate and can be actively involved in the celebration.  A &amp;ldquo;Celebration of Life&amp;rdquo; for you happens when you&amp;rsquo;re no longer around for the celebration - you&amp;rsquo;re dead.  (Jean)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thankfully, I&amp;rsquo;m around for this year&amp;rsquo;s celebration of my birthday today.  I have been actively involved in expressing the way in which I want to spend this birthday.  At times, my life&amp;rsquo;s journey has felt like being on a  roller-coaster ride and other times like a cruise ship sailing smoothly along.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Youthful Aging (Interview)</title><link>/posts/youthful-aging-interview/</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/youthful-aging-interview/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m pleased to introduce my good friend, Cynthia, who is seventy-eight years young. She has always been a very positive influence on me in her outlook on life and her youthful enthusiasm for living.  I wanted to know what was her secret to &amp;ldquo;youthful aging.&amp;rdquo;  What were the life lessons she learned along the way that might help me with my own aging process?  For those of you who have followed my posts, you may have noticed that I like to highlight my friends.  I have done posts on the skills, talents, and abilities, or whatever moved me about some of my friends - and this post is just another example.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Life Lessons of 2016</title><link>/posts/life-lessons-of-2016/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/life-lessons-of-2016/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This year has gone by very quickly.  It feels like it was just the other day I was preparing for Christmas 2015.  &amp;ldquo;Time flies when you&amp;rsquo;re having fun.&amp;rdquo;  Well, to tell the truth, it wasn&amp;rsquo;t all fun.  Life has its challenges and there are always valuable lessons to learn as we spend our days here on Earth.  For anyone thinking that lessons stop when you leave school, I have news for you.  They begin on the day you are born and continue until the day you take your last breath. I am 67 and learning many valuable lessons at this stage of my life. As the saying goes: &amp;ldquo;It ain&amp;rsquo;t over till it&amp;rsquo;s over.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Random Acts of Kindness</title><link>/posts/random-acts-of-kindness/</link><pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/random-acts-of-kindness/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_2976&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;300&amp;rdquo;]&lt;img alt="&amp;ldquo;Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on; &amp;lsquo;Twas not given for thee alone, Pass it on; Let it travel down the years, Let it wipe another&amp;rsquo;s tears, &amp;lsquo;Til in Heaven the deed appears - Pass it on.&amp;rdquo; (Henry Burton) " loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/Gratefulness-flowers-landscape-image-300x225.jpg"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on; &amp;lsquo;Twas not given for thee alone, Pass it on; Let it travel down the years, Let it wipe another&amp;rsquo;s tears, &amp;lsquo;Til in Heaven the deed appears - Pass it on.&amp;rdquo; (Henry Burton)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Growing Older</title><link>/posts/growing-older/</link><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/growing-older/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s my 67th Birthday today.  I haven&amp;rsquo;t blogged for a while because my computer was hacked.  However, thankfully, it&amp;rsquo;s up and running now since my brother gave it a complete overhaul.  What an age we live in!  When I went to do a search on Google, there were all these images of cakes at the top of my screen.  I wondered which well-known person was having a Birthday today.  I moved over the image to see who it could be - lo and behold, it said:  Happy Birthday Jean!  For someone 67 years young, it was wonderful of Google to acknowledge my birthday in this way.  I am fortunate to live in this digital age and to have this kind of experience.  Growing older comes with wonderful surprises!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Existential Questions</title><link>/posts/existential-questions/</link><pubDate>Sat, 21 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/existential-questions/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;We all at one time or the other have questions about life, the natural world we live in, our inner worlds, and about existence in general.  How did everything come into existence, when did this happen, who was responsible, and what part do we play in this unfolding drama? There are all kinds of theories.  As long as we are conscious of our existence, which we humans are, we ask these kinds of questions.  The philosopher, Socrates, is said to have uttered the words &amp;ldquo;the unexamined life is not worth living.&amp;rdquo;  I wonder whether he was referring to these questions we ask in our minds and hearts and the answers we are seeking.  That calls for a lot of examination.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lifelong Learning</title><link>/posts/lifelong-learning/</link><pubDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/lifelong-learning/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_2989&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;800&amp;rdquo;]&lt;img alt="It&amp;rsquo;s not the teaching, it&amp;rsquo;s the learning. ~ Sly Stone " loading="lazy" src="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2016/Lifelong-learning/i-TDdN4cW/0/MGpjvP4sMw49NhwL9nkPJZmHhfJb6XXdfWstnRXBh/D/Hodge-Podge-Grid-2-D.jpg"&gt;                 &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s not the teaching, it&amp;rsquo;s the learning. ~ Sly Stone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Opportunities abound everywhere and at every age to get involved in activities that involve learning.  We don&amp;rsquo;t have to be in school to learn.  In fact, most learning takes place outside the classroom.  I had reason to reflect on the challenge of learning this past week as I set myself to the task of using a new program for making my collages. There was an element of fear within me.  The fear was there because I didn&amp;rsquo;t know how they would turn out.  I had got used to the old way of making collages.  I decided to throw all caution to the wind.  As Nehru says:   &amp;ldquo;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The policy of being too cautious is the greatest risk of all.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Changing Notions of Consciousness</title><link>/posts/changing-notions-of-consciousness/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/changing-notions-of-consciousness/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_2958&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;584&amp;rdquo;]&lt;img alt="From an evolutionary standpoint, human consciousness has not been around very long. A little light just went on after four and a half billion years. How often does that happen? Maybe it is quite rare. Elon Musk " loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/IMG_1496-1024x768.jpg"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From an evolutionary standpoint, human consciousness has not been around very long. A little light just went on after four and a half billion years. How often does that happen? Maybe it is quite rare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;
                                                                                                                                         &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elon Musk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Simple Pleasures</title><link>/posts/simple-pleasures/</link><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/simple-pleasures/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe that the nicest and sweetest of days are not those which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2016/Simple-pleasures/i-GbXJKLB/0/K8hnRqFS63Z4sfvDz6QhszpXnHqjPSFGsP8MZX8zv/D/Recently-Updated64-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Recently Updated64" loading="lazy" src="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2016/Simple-pleasures/i-GbXJKLB/0/K8hnRqFS63Z4sfvDz6QhszpXnHqjPSFGsP8MZX8zv/D/Recently-Updated64-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A new year has just truly begun and the above advertising poster, &amp;ldquo;New Year, Wellness 2016, New You&amp;rdquo; struck a chord in me the other day. This was in one of my favourite downtown Toronto bookstores.  I particularly noted the word &amp;ldquo;Wellness&amp;rdquo; there.  Of course, there&amp;rsquo;s a huge inventory of Wellness books and magazines carried in this store.  Immediately, the thought came to me that I should plan to spend more time exercising in the gym, taking walks outdoors, making healthy &amp;ldquo;green&amp;rdquo; drinks and eating more fruits and vegetables.  Maybe, I thought, I should even consider taking a yoga class. Yoga is good for the body and mind.  After all, wellness is one of the most important things in life, if not the most important. Or, is it health?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Another Year Slipping By</title><link>/posts/another-year-slipping-by/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/another-year-slipping-by/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2015/Another-year-slipping-by/i-PFXMHHP/0/MLXChGM4BqwbQ9h8FRWzFf7ZtWcDJN48Zf6fkbcPg/D/Sunrise-Sunset-for-blog-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sunrise, Sunset (for blog)" loading="lazy" src="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2015/Another-year-slipping-by/i-PFXMHHP/0/MLXChGM4BqwbQ9h8FRWzFf7ZtWcDJN48Zf6fkbcPg/D/Sunrise-Sunset-for-blog-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we approach the end of 2015, thoughts about years past and particularly 2015 come to mind.  My own experience of life after 66 years on the planet reveals that there are always many varieties of experience - some that bring untold happiness and some tinged with sadness and grief. This is true of any given day or year.  My own personal review of this year finds me thinking about the massive job it was to downsize from the place we called home for 30 years. This job took up most of the year.  There were challenges along the way but with wonderful teamwork and support, the job got done. It&amp;rsquo;s nice that this particular season of life is over and another has begun. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Every moment and every event of every man&amp;rsquo;s life on earth plants something in his  soul.” (Thomas Merton)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  What was planted in my soul this year is the fact of impermanence - things change and we move with the changes. I thought at one time that I would live and die in that house but my feelings about ownership and possessions changed - all for the good.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Help From Father Christmas</title><link>/posts/help-from-father-christmas/</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/help-from-father-christmas/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2015/Help-from-father-christmas/i-XmgBXZ4/0/K38pDQsPFD52dLrCXpJ3Rxsdn3TqV5VVdpDpLg845/D/Santas-Workshop-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Santa&amp;rsquo;s List Collage" loading="lazy" src="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2015/Help-from-father-christmas/i-XmgBXZ4/0/K38pDQsPFD52dLrCXpJ3Rxsdn3TqV5VVdpDpLg845/D/Santas-Workshop-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dear Father Christmas:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I haven&amp;rsquo;t written to you since I was a little girl.  I know that your specialty is children and specifically bringing toys for all the good boys and girls across the globe on Christmas Eve.  You&amp;rsquo;re a jolly fellow and there&amp;rsquo;s even a popular song written about you called &amp;ldquo;Jolly Old St. Nicholas.&amp;rdquo;  Since you are in the &amp;ldquo;happiness&amp;rdquo; business, it occurred to me that you might be someone to ask for help  with the crises we face in the world today.  When I wrote to you a long time ago, my needs were small but these days, they are big.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>"Day of the Dead"</title><link>/posts/day-of-the-dead/</link><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/day-of-the-dead/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_2662&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;800&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2015/Day-of-the-dead/i-jjsG6bp/0/K7QwktVfZQwC5tfPGR5G4QRQz9JsP682C3PfhTjvL/D/Recently-Updated36-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die. ~Thomas Campbell, &amp;ldquo;Hallowed Ground&amp;rdquo;" loading="lazy" src="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2015/Day-of-the-dead/i-jjsG6bp/0/K7QwktVfZQwC5tfPGR5G4QRQz9JsP682C3PfhTjvL/D/Recently-Updated36-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To live in hearts we leave behind&lt;br&gt;
                                                             Is not to die.&lt;br&gt;
                                                                                      ~Thomas Campbell, &amp;ldquo;Hallowed Ground&amp;rdquo;[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What a way to remember one&amp;rsquo;s dead!  The Day of the Dead or Dia de Muertos celebrations took place here in Toronto yesterday at Harbourfront and is taking place again today.  It&amp;rsquo;s a two day Festival which has its roots in Mexico.  The atmosphere was festive rather than mournful - although all the paraphernalia surrounding death was visible there. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;ldquo;The Mexican holiday of Día de los Muertos, or Day of the Dead, takes place over the first two days of November. Its origins are a mixture of Native American traditions and a set of Catholic holidays. While the holiday&amp;rsquo;s observances include&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;spending&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time in cemeteries, making shrines to the dead, and displaying artistic representations of skulls and skeletons, the occasion is festive, rather than morbid. Death isn&amp;rsquo;t seen as the end of one&amp;rsquo;s life, but as a natural part of the life cycle; the dead continue to exist much as they did in their lives, and come back to visit the living every year.&amp;rdquo; (Factmonster.com)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Would that we would all be like the Mexicans who are able to have joyful and celebratory feelings about death and dying.  This is truly a blessing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Remembering with Poetry</title><link>/posts/remembering-with-poetry/</link><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/remembering-with-poetry/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_2625&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;480&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2015/Remembering-with-poetry/i-kFC3qmf/0/KvNFshFzSrGsHLxnwZ9k3CdKrNLHWkRQXb7XVV383/D/DSC02009-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Czesław Miłosz “The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.” ― Czesław Miłosz, The Issa Valley" loading="lazy" src="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2015/Remembering-with-poetry/i-kFC3qmf/0/KvNFshFzSrGsHLxnwZ9k3CdKrNLHWkRQXb7XVV383/D/DSC02009-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.”&lt;br&gt;
― Czesław Miłosz, The Issa Valley[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Another colouring page finished!  What good use could this be put to?  This could be used for sharing poetry - my father&amp;rsquo;s. It&amp;rsquo;s no accident that this desire to share and remember should take place at this time.  After all, we remembered five days ago that he&amp;rsquo;s been gone fifteen years.  He would love his poetry on a page that I had coloured - he was that type of man!  I remember when I started to learn to play the accordion shortly before he died - and he told me that he listened when I was practicing and how many pieces I could play - and there was a pride in his voice.  I didn&amp;rsquo;t show my appreciation as much as I should have at the time.  I understand now why it was important for him to say these things.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dust If You Must</title><link>/posts/dust-if-you-must/</link><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/dust-if-you-must/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2015/Dust-if-you-must/i-skPbRPR/0/LBDDh8gpLwjk7s3MCbmFZ64JGvrKLhMt9x6K6vvDN/D/House-Proud-001-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="House Proud-001" loading="lazy" src="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2015/Dust-if-you-must/i-skPbRPR/0/LBDDh8gpLwjk7s3MCbmFZ64JGvrKLhMt9x6K6vvDN/D/House-Proud-001-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The poem below is a new discovery for me.  I came across it on Facebook a few days ago and was fascinated by the insights that the poet, Rose Milligan, was able to present in these four stanzas.  I was curious to find out who she was but there wasn&amp;rsquo;t a plethora of information available on her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dust If You Must&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dust if you must.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;But wouldn’t it be better,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;To paint a picture, or write a letter,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Big to Small</title><link>/posts/big-to-small/</link><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/big-to-small/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_2471&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;800&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2014/Big-to-small/i-HdjMsgM/0/NWtNtjdt5gJR6p7RPkTB53wHvMRs2kGJDqwDnN55h/D/5p-WijgKRkeCAOTwLg2lig-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="&amp;ldquo;&amp;ldquo;Making a big life change is pretty scary. But know what’s even scarier? Regret&amp;rdquo; (Zig Ziglar)" loading="lazy" src="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2014/Big-to-small/i-HdjMsgM/0/NWtNtjdt5gJR6p7RPkTB53wHvMRs2kGJDqwDnN55h/D/5p-WijgKRkeCAOTwLg2lig-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;ldquo;Making a big life change is pretty scary. But know what’s even scarier? Regret.&amp;rdquo; (Zig Ziglar)[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Downsizing has been a big job.  I&amp;rsquo;ve missed blogging during the time that this important life change has been taking place.  It hasn&amp;rsquo;t been one life change really but several, each one hinging on the other.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Recommended Reading for Baby Boomers</title><link>/posts/recommended-reading-for-baby-boomers/</link><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/recommended-reading-for-baby-boomers/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2015/Recommended-reading-for-baby-boomers/i-rqs7pjV/0/MCWfNw7FhFkfkpp2L3rT8W58DTcwKvL8cdZg29Hkb/D/Grace-in-Aging-Collage-for-blog-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Grace in Aging Collage (for blog)" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Grace-in-Aging-Collage-for-blog-1024x616.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This book found me.  &amp;ldquo;The Grace in Aging&amp;rdquo; by Kathleen Dowling Singh was staring me in the face on a recent visit to the Yorkville Library in Downtown Toronto.  When I started blogging, it was my intention to cover many topics related to aging because of my own age.  However, the blog took on a life of its own and evolved in its own way. Today, though, I highly recommend the above book to all the baby boomers out there who have been in the least bit concerned about aging.  Notice that this book is not about aging gracefully but about &amp;ldquo;The Grace in Aging.&amp;rdquo;  The concerns here are not about what&amp;rsquo;s on the outside but what&amp;rsquo;s on the inside.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Poems for a New Year</title><link>/posts/poems-for-a-new-year/</link><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/poems-for-a-new-year/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2015/Poems-for-a-new-year/i-DFkS5t4/0/MkKpxC5vz9vQM2Rbcq7TxVxs4DDjvq4bHQh8jNMJt/D/Canada-Blooms-2013-tulip-collage-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Canada Blooms 2013 tulip collage" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Canada-Blooms-2013-tulip-collage-1024x590.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Gratefulness Newsletter arrived in my inbox this morning and there were reminders there that the year is still new and full of promise - which I had all but forgotten.  It&amp;rsquo;s hard to believe that twenty-two days into the new year, I would have settled into old patterns and ways of thinking and being.  A poem by Anne Hillman called &amp;ldquo;We Look with Uncertainty&amp;rdquo; was shared in this newsletter prefaced by these words:  &lt;strong&gt;&amp;ldquo;At the beginning of the year, we stand before new doorways, and the vastness of yet unexplored passages stretching out before us, no matter how old or young we are. Beckoning us are all the moments and opportunities of our future lives in ever-unknown measure, and the only response is a wholehearted “yes.” In this spirit, how grateful we are to Anne Hillman for sharing this tender and inspiring vision through her poem:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Broken Pieces</title><link>/posts/broken-pieces/</link><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/broken-pieces/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;― Rumi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2015/Broken-pieces/i-KVBwB64/0/KDVWgmcCZJV8JtLC9pWWbbPg949gPbVQkHqKQF8Vk/D/Broken-Vase-HDR-ish-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Broken Vase (HDR-ish)" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Broken-Vase-HDR-ish-1024x587.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I accidentally knocked over one of my favorite vases which has served me well for many years.  As you can see in the above collage, it&amp;rsquo;s a very beautiful one.  You can also see that it was broken into many pieces and beyond repair.  I was disappointed but not devastated.  Whether that has to do with the aging process and the &amp;ldquo;letting go&amp;rdquo; stage of life or some other process at work is not quite clear to me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Buechner Quotes</title><link>/posts/buechner-quotes/</link><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/buechner-quotes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2015/Buechner-quotes/i-c6B6whX/0/MQgMHZLhMx8G6wv6jKqJ8NZ5MXLFcBkMWCb7mBQ2G/D/Buechner-Quotes-1-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Buechner Quotes 1" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Buechner-Quotes-1-1024x589.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are always names we have heard of in connection with one thing or the other but never get to find out what they have said or done - until it seems, the time is right. I was familiar with the name &amp;ldquo;Frederick Buechner&amp;rdquo; but never read anything he said.  Just today I was reading a blog post on the internet in which the blogger referenced a quote by Frederick Buechner that resonated with what I was feeling at that particular moment in time.  As one who seems to have been groomed for the &amp;ldquo;rescuer&amp;rdquo; role, the quote resonated with me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Top Ten Collages of 2014</title><link>/posts/top-ten-collages-of-2014/</link><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/top-ten-collages-of-2014/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise we harden&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Johann Wolfgang Van Goethe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2014/Top-ten-collages-of-2014/i-rTsZBf3/0/LfJqDg2vKTmL9hHLCqVgPtmRDphD7mNQFgz5KPtBM/D/Mums-the-Word-Top-Ten-1-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mum&amp;rsquo;s the Word (Top Ten 1)" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Mums-the-Word-Top-Ten-1-1024x588.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As another year comes to a close, it seems like a good time for me to look back on the year past and reflect  for a short while on my journey through the course of 2014.  It seems that it wasn&amp;rsquo;t so long ago when I began &amp;ldquo;Late Blooms&amp;rdquo; and wasn&amp;rsquo;t quite sure what I was doing.  At the same time that I had the opportunity to make collages, I started writing, scrapbooking, and all the other elements you see displayed in my posts.  I`m still learning and evolving as I go along and having fun at the same time.  Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that there would be 51,727 reads of my posts.  It is very humbling and, at the same time, very encouraging.  Thanks to all of you out there and especially to my brother of Simply Spectacular Designs  who gave &amp;ldquo;Late Blooms&amp;rdquo; a totally new look just before Christmas and is hosting this blog.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Christmas Tree Decorations</title><link>/posts/christmas-tree-decorations/</link><pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/christmas-tree-decorations/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;One of the first things that comes to my mind when I think of Christmas is decorating the tree.  Perhaps you do too!  All the collages in this post consist of Christmas tree ornaments.  I took these images in a year-round Christmas store that I frequent whenever I go to Niagara Falls.  It&amp;rsquo;s a fun place to visit.  They have beautiful Christmas decor.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;em&gt;“The Christmas tree is a symbol of love, not money. There&amp;rsquo;s a kind of glory to them when they&amp;rsquo;re all lit up that exceeds anything all the money in the world could buy.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;― Andy Rooney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Caring Clown</title><link>/posts/a-caring-clown/</link><pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/a-caring-clown/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;The arrival of a good clown exercises a more beneficial influence upon the health of a town than of twenty asses laden with drugs.&amp;rdquo; ~ Thomas Sydenham&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Caring Clown001" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/Caring-Clown001-1024x484.jpg"&gt;The above photo is of my friend, Inge, who is eighty-six years young and a graduate of Ryerson&amp;rsquo;s Caring Clown Program.  The photo is not mine but was one that Ryerson used on their 2013 Brochure for the Program.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For several years Inge&amp;rsquo;s been telling me about her clowning and especially about her visits with other caring clowns to Nursing Homes.  We talked many times about me seeing her all dressed up and taking her picture.  It just never happened though.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Summer's Gone!</title><link>/posts/summers-gone/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/summers-gone/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2014/Summers-gone/i-GdGL7NN/0/KS4rJTbqpt88pCGzDMVKjpq2Jw6P9RHfDqmD3LCnX/D/Summers-Gone-roses-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Summer`s Gone (roses)" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/Summers-Gone-roses-1024x576.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fall has already officially begun.  I was reminded of this when my September newsletter arrived in my Inbox this morning from Gratefulness.org - a network for grateful living.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It referenced this beautiful poem called &amp;ldquo;Equinox&amp;rdquo; which I&amp;rsquo;m going to share with you. There are many insightful thoughts here about what our gardens give to us and about life in its raw elements.  In so many ways, life is like a garden -  sowing, reaping, growth, decay, changing seasons, and changing crops.  What a good summer it&amp;rsquo;s been and this poem lights the way to let go of it - the right way.  Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Korovai</title><link>/posts/the-korovai/</link><pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/the-korovai/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;em&gt;Love doesn&amp;rsquo;t just sit there like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.&amp;rdquo;   (Ursula K. LeGuin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2014/The-korovai/i-X536Ltf/0/NJfSQMxTt2pD2S82HDPW2cZ6fP2wWMpWmLvqGDzzf/D/Wedding-Decor-4-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wedding Decor 4" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/Wedding-Decor-4-1024x584.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After attending a beautiful wedding recently at which there was bread instead of a cake, the above quote came to mind. This wedding adhered to Ukrainian tradition.  As you can see from the above collage, the &amp;ldquo;Korovai&amp;rdquo; is prominently displayed.  According to the wedding program, &amp;ldquo;the Korovai is an intricately woven traditional Ukrainian wedding bread that represents the divine gift of life and prosperity from nature and the gift of love and support for the newly-married couple.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hydrangea Arrangements</title><link>/posts/hydrangea-arrangements/</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/hydrangea-arrangements/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_2100&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;584&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2014/Hydrangea-arrangements/i-cN6FcJX/0/MkpxJNQ7kmFXLPLQP3rxRXMBtcsJ6HWvLdbNqfwn3/D/Hydrangea-Arrangements-for-blog-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Of all the plants&amp;hellip; the Endless Summer (Hydrangea macrophylla) has generated the most volcanic enthusiasm - Michael Dirr, the author of &amp;lsquo;Manual of Woody Landscape Plants&amp;rsquo;." loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/Hydrangea-Arrangements-for-blog-1024x582.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;ldquo;&lt;a href="http://www.searchquotes.com/quotation/If_you_think_squash_is_a_competitive_activity%2C_try_flower_arranging./59440/" title="If you think squash is a competitive activity, try flower arranging."&gt;If you think squash is a competitive activity, try flower arranging.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;rdquo; (Alan Bennett)[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hydrangeas are so beautiful - even when they are all by themselves.  Our garden is filled with hydrangeas and my favorite summer activity is to go into the garden, cut a few stems and arrange them to beautify the home and porch.  &lt;em&gt;“Each of us is an artist of our days; the greater our integrity and awareness, the more original and creative our time will become.” (&lt;a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6224.John_O_Donohue"&gt;John O&amp;rsquo;Donohue&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;  I&amp;rsquo;m hoping that my time here will become more and more of a creative endeavor - the enjoyable and fun kind.  There&amp;rsquo;s no competition here because the hydrangeas are so beautiful!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Celebrating Life!</title><link>/posts/celebrating-life/</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/celebrating-life/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Age does not make us childish, as some say; it finds us true children.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_2081&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;584&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2014/Celebrating-life/i-XLfsN6B/0/Ks68WJQX8dk8mPJb75Qw7xZb2m9qvtzrJCVdkN5kD/D/Sassafrasz-1-with-frame-for-blog-food-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="“The best way to pay for a lovely moment is to enjoy it.” – Richard Bach" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/Sassafrasz-1-with-frame-for-blog-food-1024x587.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “The best way to pay for a lovely moment is to enjoy it.” – Richard Bach[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Celebrating life whenever we have the opportunity and savoring all the special moments is an opportunity we should never pass up.  Sixty-fifth and seventieth birthdays have their own blessings - because we didn&amp;rsquo;t ever expect to live this long.  To wait for a child to be present for the celebration who also had a birthday we were not present for is a gift beyond words.  &amp;ldquo;&lt;em&gt;Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.&amp;rdquo; (Jean Anouilh)&lt;/em&gt;  Our enjoyable celebration took place at Sassafraz in the Yorkville area of  downtown Toronto.  We savored the food, each other, and the passage of time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>On Becoming a Senior Citizen</title><link>/posts/on-becoming-a-senior-citizen/</link><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/on-becoming-a-senior-citizen/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt; “Aging is not lost youth but a new stage of opportunity and strength.” (Betty Friedan) &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2013/On-becoming-a-senior-citizen/i-6mvkkzb/0/M5pgsVVczGspmHKXbMvFScTXwdXMkjtDVd3KpkvnP/D/Senior-Citizen-blog-post-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Senior Citizen (blog post)" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/Senior-Citizen-blog-post-1024x612.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life happens.  The day has come that I am officially a Senior Citizen.  While I&amp;rsquo;m looking forward to receiving my monthly pension cheques and all the other discounts and perks that come with my senior status,  this post contains some of my observations over sixty-five years.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sixty-five years is a long life.  From the moment we&amp;rsquo;re born, the process of learning how to live in this world starts.  We learn from our caregivers what are the social and cultural mores we are expected to live up to.  Each and everyone of them does the best job they can to impact our positive growth and development.  By the time one arrives at age 65, it&amp;rsquo;s alright to admit to oneself, if not to everybody else, that all these well-meaning and trusted souls were imperfect themselves.  This means that I can&amp;rsquo;t be anywhere near perfect or any kind of saint.  In our human nature, there are flaws.  &amp;ldquo;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking well is the greatest excellence and wisdom:  to act and speak what is true, perceiving things according to their nature.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/strong&gt; (Herakleitos)&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Spring Magnolias</title><link>/posts/the-magnolia-tree/</link><pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/the-magnolia-tree/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2014/The-magnolia-tree/i-CV2Q7mR/0/MpkDmZ8KFsbwzP868mNbNP5kKDJdzqSCxmbVrvw2H/D/Spring-Magnolias-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Spring Magnolias" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/Spring-Magnolias-1024x625.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Magnolia tree                                                                                &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Attracting me,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Gladly blooming.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Only to bloom profusely,      &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lovely you are with your pink hues.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Imbuing all with joy at Spring&amp;rsquo;s arrival&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Annulling all the hardship of the winter past.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2014/The-magnolia-tree/i-s2VM43Z/0/Kb6LdqhBrtCx9dh7N9jb5xMCzwQ9nqhxfhJwcwDQr/D/Magnolias-last-pink-gold-frame-for-blog-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Magnolias (last - pink &amp;amp; gold frame) for blog" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/Magnolias-last-pink-gold-frame-for-blog-1024x592.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;  How lovely it was in High Park today.   Sheer beauty!  The magnolia&amp;rsquo;s time for blooming has come and irregardless of who&amp;rsquo;s watching or what anyone&amp;rsquo;s saying, she&amp;rsquo;s mesmerizing to everyone.  Photographers are there trying to capture her beauty from all angles and positions.  Some are taking microcosmic views and others macrocosmic ones.  She knows how to be both beautiful and still.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mum's the Word!</title><link>/posts/mums-the-word/</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/mums-the-word/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.&amp;quot; and so in you the child your mother lives on and through your family continues to live&amp;hellip; so at this time look after yourself and your family as you would your mother for through you all she will truly never die.”    ―&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2856822.Osho"&gt;Osho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Just having Fun!</title><link>/posts/just-having-fun/</link><pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/just-having-fun/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_1831&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;584&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2014/Just-having-fun/i-9m7ZKH7/0/NSc5tkKD9GRN6Bv4Pfh3czRqwzxvfgt5Drx8cC5GD/D/Cat-in-the-Hat-Collage-for-blog-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="“It is fun to have fun but you have to know how.”" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Cat-in-the-Hat-Collage-for-blog-1024x581.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “It is fun to have fun but you have to know how.”[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dr. Seuss wasn&amp;rsquo;t really a doctor.  &amp;ldquo;&lt;em&gt;Theodor Seuss Geisel, known to the world as Dr. Seuss was born on 2nd of March 1904 in Howard Street, Springfield, Massachusetts. Geisel credited his mother to be his first inspiration. She often chanted rhymes to her children in order to sooth them to sleep which developed the desire and affection in Geisel to create rhymes&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;em&gt;His early life in Springfield and the memories of his childhood had an influence on his writings which can be observed in his work.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt;   How fondly I remember reading his books to my little one many moons ago - without even bothering to find out who he was.  His stories were delightfully simple and lots of fun.  My little one loved the rhyming and the repetition as all children do.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Treasures from the Sea</title><link>/posts/treasures-from-the-sea/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/treasures-from-the-sea/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2014/Treasures-from-the-sea/i-ZmNhzXj/0/L4zJxWQqzLwMZLvLmm6DdcTXsPFHxnmGqW6xkLWpx/D/Shells-with-flowers-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Shells (with flowers)" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Shells-with-flowers-1024x586.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.”  (Isaac Newton)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2014/Treasures-from-the-sea/i-S7Vp3H8/0/KX2dmSfPDBtLFvrwWJcrrzPGTNGBfWQ6Qbh8S8LVZ/D/Fiji-Wayalailai-Resort-for-blog-post-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fiji (Wayalailai Resort) for blog post" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Fiji-Wayalailai-Resort-for-blog-post-1024x633.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Life has a wonderful way of bringing us back to the basics sometimes.  It was fun to turn my shells and coral out on the kitchen table and examine and play with them.  Fifteen years ago when I visited Fiji, I wasn&amp;rsquo;t into taking too many pictures or into blogging.  In fact, I had not even heard the term.  In the above collage, the two images of the resort are postcards I bought there.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Buddha and The Cat</title><link>/posts/the-buddha-and-the-cat/</link><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/the-buddha-and-the-cat/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2014/The-buddha-and-the-cat/i-XtbqG7C/0/KpDsm8n93mjsK7jfZNSqTnwjfPDtfhw73bnnczpZh/D/The-Buddha-and-the-Cat-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Buddha and the Cat" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/The-Buddha-and-the-Cat-1024x585.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time, there was a cat who liked to sit with the Buddha, sniff at him, and rest at his feet.  They had &amp;ldquo;Dharma Talks.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He taught her about meditation:  **&amp;quot;**&lt;strong&gt;As you practice remaining attentive, passionate, and firm in purpose, those memories and conflicts of life are let go, and with their letting go your mind centers and becomes calm, it strengthens. This is how you develop mindfulness of, and in, the body.&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Native Wisdom</title><link>/posts/native-spirituality/</link><pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/native-spirituality/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;All over the world where Native peoples are found, they bring a deep love for the land and creation.  They don&amp;rsquo;t have a &amp;ldquo;religion&amp;rdquo; as such but more wisdom and reverence towards Nature.  While there are different tribes and different locations of the world where they live, they all have similar words of wisdom to impart.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2014/Native-spirituality/i-Xx3JbBJ/0/NWbgWnQzdqWjLwftWxB5CLp8PMV4cPRKzLqSG5nc4/D/Native-Wisdom-new-with-text-for-blog-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Native Wisdom (new with text) for blog" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/Native-Wisdom-new-with-text-for-blog-1024x588.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;All the images in this collage were taken by me.  The background is Niagara Falls with what looked like icebergs to me - right in front of the Falls.  It was spectacular!   From what I have seen of different kinds of Native art, there are certain similarities.  I bought a lovely little book recently called &amp;ldquo;The Song of Life&amp;rdquo; and I will share some of the wisdom that was in there.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapters Runnymede - Missing You Already!</title><link>/posts/chapters-runnymede-missing-you-already/</link><pubDate>Fri, 07 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/chapters-runnymede-missing-you-already/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Architecture is really about well-being. I think that people want to feel good in a space… On the one hand it’s about shelter, but it’s also about pleasure. – Zaha Hadid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_1661&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;584&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2014/Chapters-runnymede-missing-you-already/i-H3LL2hx/0/KqsDj793Mvp89sq5fPjhvQcK9cNTvtmFHdm8VJ42V/D/Chapters-Runnymede-with-old-projector-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="“We have no options to renew. We’ve been here 15 great years, and 15 years later, market conditions have changed. That corner is quite a valuable corner. The landlord can get far more money than we can pay, than we will pay,” said McGowen. “We’ve always loved the location. It’s an iconic building with great architecture and heritage that goes hand in hand with a bookstore. The community has been terrific, supportive and loyal.” (Drew McGowen - Vice-President of Real Estate for Indigo Books and Music Inc.)" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Chapters-Runnymede-with-old-projector-1024x581.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “We have no options to renew. We’ve been here 15 great years, and 15 years later, market conditions have changed. That corner is quite a valuable corner. The landlord can get far more money than we can pay, than we will pay,” said McGowen.&lt;br&gt;
“We’ve always loved the location. It’s an iconic building with great architecture and heritage that goes hand in hand with a bookstore. The community has been terrific, supportive and loyal.” (Drew McGowen - Vice-President of Real Estate for Indigo Books and Music Inc.)[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Wishing For Summer!</title><link>/posts/wishing-for-summer/</link><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/wishing-for-summer/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_1630&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;584&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2014/Wishing-for-summer/i-Xt7GMJ2/0/M2dc5mBPF3FDLVsTdMKPnk3tCLWZ7wzpvs7wWWzQk/D/Porch-table-chairs-with-flowers-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="With Toronto&amp;rsquo;s freezing cold weather and ice storm this winter, my heart has many a day reflected on sitting out on a beautiful Summer&amp;rsquo;s Day." loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/Porch-table-chairs-with-flowers-1024x590.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Toronto&amp;rsquo;s freezing cold weather and ice storm this winter, my heart has many a day reflected on sitting out on a beautiful Summer&amp;rsquo;s Day.[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To make myself feel better about the extremely cold weather we&amp;rsquo;re experiencing now, I took a look at some of last year&amp;rsquo;s images.  These collages are a result of that time. Seeing these does make me feel better and brighter in spirit.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Live Good</title><link>/posts/live-good/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/live-good/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_1568&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;584&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2014/Live-good/i-FnDTvp5/0/L9VzSPBWzzX74HVqKMpkLzmZ99pKP9SDJ3SmD6VsV/D/Live-Good-for-blog-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Live Good" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/Live-Good-for-blog-1024x586.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Live Good[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;All the epithets in this collage were of interest to me since they were Christmas ornaments I saw in a year-round Christmas tree store.  They are the kind of ornaments one buys for the wine-lover on your Christmas list. The addition of &amp;ldquo;Live Good&amp;rdquo; is my own idea.  This image was on the cover of a journal in a bookstore.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s funny how certain images and sayings can act as triggers for past events or ideas one may have held at a certain time of life. This is what these sayings about wine did for me. There was a time in my life when I thought that I was Epicurean - a much younger age.  I didn&amp;rsquo;t know much about Epicurus though. It was the &amp;ldquo;Eat, Drink, and Be Merry&amp;rdquo; stage.  Life was about having a good time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>To A Pink Peony</title><link>/posts/to-a-pink-peony/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Oct 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/to-a-pink-peony/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_1356&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;584&amp;rdquo; caption=&amp;ldquo;To A Pink Peony&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2013/To-a-pink-peony/i-JjdRxCr/0/KrgrvDfJBKzM29F49M7FjsN2RcShkXTH5T8kTg7CM/D/Peony-Collage-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/Peony-Collage-1024x586.jpg" title="Peony Collage"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My Dad passed on thirteen years ago this week.  He loved all the flowers in the garden but was particularly devoted to the peonies.  On this anniversary of the heart, I&amp;rsquo;m sharing this poem he wrote in 1998 which was two years before his death.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;em&gt;To A Pink Peony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unrivalled, the pink peony outshone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the other colorful flowers in the garden.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Right Fit</title><link>/posts/the-right-fit/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/the-right-fit/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2013/The-right-fit/i-3DQbj3h/0/MCMsgjNHhSHFdk6KWmH7bB7GLwjZQnxT6L8wPxH7N/D/Shoes-for-blog-Jungs-quote-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Trying on Shoes" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/Shoes-for-blog-Jungs-quote-1024x585.jpg" title="Shoes for blog (Jung&amp;#39;s quote)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The shoe that fits one person pinches another; there is no recipe for living that suits all&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;cases.  ~ Carl Jung&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Starting early this summer, I had to think about shoes quite a bit.  There were three weddings to attend and I also needed a pair of comfortable sandals.  When I was young, I loved buying shoes, and, in fact, had a passion for nice footwear.  At this time of life, though, it is definitely more of a chore.  I still admire beautiful shoes but it definitely isn&amp;rsquo;t about how beautiful they look on me.  The number one criteria is that they have to feel comfortable.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lake Louise</title><link>/posts/lake-louise/</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Sep 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/lake-louise/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_474&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;584&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2012/Lake-louise/i-FJbNJ5d/0/KmrdXSZzz39DHKJ22ntCGfKX9nZk6PdrrCZjkNqr5/D/Lake-Louise-boosted-for-blog-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/Lake-Louise-boosted-for-blog-1024x593.jpg" title="Lake Louise (boosted for blog)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lake Louise - Canada[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Travel books, magazines, brochures, and the like, are always depicting the best places one should visit. The latest I saw was called &amp;ldquo;Ten Places to Visit before you Die.&amp;rdquo;  I haven&amp;rsquo;t taken a look at it yet.  One visit I&amp;rsquo;m glad that I made was to Lake Louise in Alberta, Canada.  It is located in Banff National Park which is a UNESCO World Heritage Site and is a glacial lake.with an altitude of 5052 ft.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>"CATS"</title><link>/posts/cats/</link><pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/cats/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_368&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;584&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2012/Cats/i-TwF8d92/0/NZTspFp6KccBzbMVzZQLbXjNnDBvX3RpTJZk5gLXg/D/CATS-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/CATS-1024x583.jpg" title="CATS"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;ldquo;CATS&amp;rdquo;[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You now have learned enough to see&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That Cats are much like you and me&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And other people whom we find&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Possessed of various types of mind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For some are sane and some are mad&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And some are good and some are bad&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And some are better, some are worse —&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But all may be described in verse.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;T. S. ELIOT, &amp;ldquo;The Ad-dressing of Cats,&amp;rdquo; &lt;em&gt;Old Possum&amp;rsquo;s Book of Practical Cats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Moroccan-style Birthday</title><link>/posts/moroccan-style-birthday/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/moroccan-style-birthday/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_343&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;584&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2012/Moroccan-style-birthday/i-TzGSfvd/0/KSZQsj9xQ9WCwb6fNVZK5Hc29Bs8LkQ9gqQHm37sQ/D/Happpy-Birthday-63-for-blog-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Happpy-Birthday-63-for-blog-1024x576.jpg" title="Happpy Birthday (63) for blog"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Moroccan-style Birthday[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My Birthday was last Wednesday and I wanted to celebrate in grand style.  This birthday was special because my brother and his wife were spending it with me and they don&amp;rsquo;t come very often from Australia.  I chose this Moroccan Restaurant because I had gone there before and thought it would be a suitable venue for my special day.  The images in this collages were taken there.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tapestry</title><link>/posts/tapestry/</link><pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/tapestry/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_201&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;584&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2012/Tapestry/i-xd82hmk/0/MWqPN84TSBhW74WSFfvRZpcfPdPtWWtSdXMzdQkkG/D/Tapestry-for-blog-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/Tapestry-for-blog-1024x576.jpg" title="Tapestry "&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tapestry[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A few weeks ago, my friend and I visited a fabulous fabric store in Toronto.  She likes to sew and was looking for some fabric.  The photos in this collage were taken there.  It was delightful to admire all the tapestries with their beautiful colours and diversity of patterns.  Quite suddenly, I thought of the weavers who had spent countless hours to produce these priceless works of art.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Swan Lake</title><link>/posts/swan-lake/</link><pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/swan-lake/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_182&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;584&amp;rdquo; caption=&amp;ldquo;Swan Lake&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2012/Swan-lake/i-WkXcxnM/0/L9Hz7JGKgv3Pg6FFHB2FPc5hG684CDG98rQwSbQr2/D/Swan-Lake-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/Swan-Lake-1024x576.jpg" title="Swan Lake"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Life is full of surprises!  I had an unexpected call last Tuesday night and was told that a surprise was in store for me on the Wednesday evening - a Mother&amp;rsquo;s Day surprise.  Needless to say, I was delighted.  The surprise was an evening at the ballet to see &amp;ldquo;Swan Lake&amp;rdquo; performed by the world-famous Bolshoi Ballet.  The giver of this wonderful surprise was my son who shared this magical evening with me.  This is what inspired me to do this collage.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mother and Child</title><link>/posts/mother-and-child/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/mother-and-child/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/2CF9CB1A-A864-4C13-97BB-A5FB24FF2518.tiff"&gt;&lt;img loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/2CF9CB1A-A864-4C13-97BB-A5FB24FF2518.tiff"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This collage is for Mother&amp;rsquo;s Day.  We all come into this world via the womb of our mothers.  Whether we love them or hate them, they remain our mothers.  The most well-known image of any Mother and Child is the one of Mary holding the baby Jesus.  You don&amp;rsquo;t have to be Christian to have seen this one.  The image of Mary and Jesus in this collage was done as part of a bigger mosaic for my son&amp;rsquo;s birthday.  The pieces here are stained glass.  I used pearls around Mary&amp;rsquo;s face and there is another piece of my jewelry by her neck.  I don&amp;rsquo;t know why I undertook such a big project, other than to say, I did it out of love. The hands and feet of the little people in the other images are friends of mine. We all want to make sure that our babies have five fingers and five toes when they are born.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Busyness</title><link>/posts/busyness/</link><pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/busyness/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_105&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;alignleft&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;300&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2012/Busyness/i-SsdS7T6/0/LQ5WXjpZZ82ptMbwrTx7XBvHrvHCx7gQ6FkG662Zm/D/Photo-Collage-Artwork-1-Stamps1-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/Photo-Collage-Artwork-1-Stamps1-300x176.jpg" title="Photo Collage Artwork 1 (Stamps)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Busyness[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“You are not too old and it is not too late to dive into your depths where life calmly gives out its own secret” ~Rilke&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The photos in this collage were images that I liked when I took them and had no idea  that I would use them this way.  While I was actually putting them together in a way that would be aesthetically pleasing to me, I reflected on the question of time.  Time was always something that I never seemed to have enough of.  It always flew.  Busyness was my whole life, day in and day out..  I wondered often when there might be some time for other pursuits.  Many other women I know have felt the same way.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Watermelon Surprise</title><link>/posts/watermelon-surprise/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/watermelon-surprise/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_96&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;584&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2012/Watermelon-surprise/i-wJB3kJ5/0/L79QHrzBsT9WrKKcmhG9Pz2NfW2SnwpZZ4scmHGBk/D/watermelon-surprise-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/watermelon-surprise-1024x576.jpg" title="watermelon surprise"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone irregardless of age loves surprises.  Last Sunday night I received the most wonderful surprise - a carved watermelon.  This lovely lady had done some beautiful fruit carvings for my 60th Birthday.  She acquired this special skill in Thailand where she attended a month-long course.[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.  ~Thornton Wilder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Nirvana</title><link>/posts/nirvana/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/nirvana/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_65&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;alignleft&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;300&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2012/Nirvana/i-djK62fX/0/KVcvKLgGw7LkKhtZjxgsPg8PsNwDF6XFmzCznpHzG/D/2012-01-192-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/2012-01-192-300x240.jpg" title="Nirvana"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nirvana[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This collage is called Nirvana because if you look carefully, you can see a little Buddha head there.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After a visit to Hong Kong, Beijing, Shanghai and Thailand three years ago, my interest in Buddhism was peaked.  Although I had visited Hong Kong and Thailand before, I hadn&amp;rsquo;t witnessed so many images and statues of the Buddha, as on this visit. In these cultures, there are many followers of Buddha.  In addition,  Buddhism is very popular now in all parts of the world.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Spring Blossoms</title><link>/posts/spring-blossoms/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/spring-blossoms/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Spring comes to us bringing its own magic every year. Nowhere is this more evident than in the earth coming to life and producing a spectacular showcase of colorful, fresh blooms to make our hearts joyful. Spring is truly the Earth&amp;rsquo;s Birthday.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_59&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;alignleft&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;300&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2013/Spring-blossoms/i-sVrCG7M/0/Kj76hkht6bHf94bwwJ6dXswc8GZVkrTkJ778HnfSk/D/Loblaws-and-Allan-Gardens1-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/Loblaws-and-Allan-Gardens1-300x168.jpg" title="Spring Blossoms"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To everything there is a Season[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I went about the garden and neighborhood taking the photos that are in this collage, I was mindful of the seasons that have passed in my own life and of the old verse, &amp;ldquo;To everything there is a season.&amp;rdquo;  These kinds of thoughts were remote to me when I was in the springtime of my own life as I&amp;rsquo;m sure they don&amp;rsquo;t come to many people at that time of life.  We tend to take life for granted.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>