Showing posts with label Cindy Rule's Writing Page. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cindy Rule's Writing Page. Show all posts

Friday, August 19, 2016

The Long Road of Memories



Me, Cynthia, Liza, and Kim: June 1988

Almost 30 years. That's how long we've known each other. Of whom do I speak? Well, I'll tell you.

 In September 1987 I started grade nine. We had just moved to Ottawa, I didn't know a soul, and my new school had close to 2000 kids. My grade nine class alone, had close to 900 kids; more kids than were at the junior high school I'd left behind in Victoria.

I floundered through my first day in a sweaty haze, never quite shedding the embarrassment of having my book bag on the lap of a  boy I didn't know for the bus ride to school. ( My bus was crazy full. 3 kids per seat, and those of us at the last stop, in the aisle. My bag had no choice but to cozy up to a stranger.)

I remember sitting on the front step of the school at lunch time, not being able to eat  because of the ever tightening knot in my stomach and wishing I was anywhere but there. Most of the kids had at least had tour of the school before they'd started, knew at least one other person, but I was hopelessly alone and often that day, completely figuratively and literally,  lost. It would have gone down as one of my worst days if it hadn't been for Liza.

After school both she and I stood outside the entrance closest to the office. She looked nice, and like me, lost. We started chatting, wondering out loud really, where on earth we went to catch the buses home. Through a series of quick questions, I discovered that like me, she was new to Ottawa and knew no one. I immediately clung to her like a life raft and desperate not to have my second day be like my first, asked her if we could hang out the next day.

As we made our way to where we thought the school buses might be, we saw Cynthia. She was in striped pink top and leaning on a wall. Liza introduced us. She and Cynthia were both a year older than me and had met in few classes earlier that day. Like Liza and I, Cynthia was new and knew no one.

We three then walked until we found the buses and that's where Liza introduced me to Kim. She was in grade nine, like me, but not new. However, she and Liza were on the same bus and became fast friends and often during my grade nine year, she would hang around with Liza, Cynthia, and I.  Come the next year, Cynthia and Liza moved, and Kim and I started to hang out on a regular basis.

So, why am I telling you this? Well the reason I'm sharing this tale is because high school is crazy. Friends come, friends go, friends become enemies one minute, best friends the next. I've stayed in touch with a few people from high school days and these three girls, the first people I became friends with on my first day of school almost 30 years ago are still in my life. They are still my friends.

Liza, I've not seen since 1990 and we had a gap of many years where we weren't in touch, but when I reconnected with her through social media 10 years ago, anyone listening to our long overdue phone conversation would never know it had been at least 10 years since we'd spoken.

Cynthia and I see each other every couple years. Her wonderful and talented daughter Kylah is my Goddaughter. When Cyn and I meet up, we fall right back into our friendship as if we lived next door to each other.

Kim is a world traveler. She comes back to Canada every few years but mostly lives abroad and travels more than anyone I know. She stays in touch though. Christmas cards and emails, visits here and there, including an amazing meet up in London, UK last fall.

And tomorrow, the two of us are going on a road trip. Kim is flying in from Ottawa and we are heading to PEI. Ever since she was very young, Kim has been an Anne of Green Gables fan. Red headed and spirited like Anne, Kim read all the books, collected souvenirs , and has an autographed picture from Megan Fallows, the actress who portrayed Anne in the mini series from the late 1980's, BUT she has never been to PEI. I've said to Kim, "I have picture in my hallway of you with a camel, standing in a desert in India. I can't believe you've never been to PEI."

To commemorate this occasion, to celebrate our friendship, I'm calling this the, "We've known each other for almost 30 years East Coast road trip." I'm beyond excited to share with my lovely friend the joys of the east coast, to be witness to watching her see places she's never seen, just as she watched me meet London and what in had to offer last October. It will be a week making memories with someone who has already been a part of so much of my life and I couldn't be happier.

And Liza and Cynthia? You're coming too.

Who's ready for a road trip??

Monday, February 23, 2015

For the Love Of...Socks with Leona deVinne



Good Monday Blog Fans!

Two weeks has flown by and it's another For the Love Of Monday! Today's guest has a message that speaks right to my heart. Often when people ask me what I want for my birthday or Christmas I will say funky socks. I love having colourful feet. It makes me smile to wear bright, bold patterns or socks with cute owls on them.

Leona deVinne, starter of the Joy Socks Movement also finds happiness in a pair of decked out feet and she's here today to tell us why.

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For the love of…Socks, yes- goofy, joyfilled, wee moments of happiness; SOCKS

I love the ancient proverb that says, “How wonderful are the feet of those that bring good news”

I want to spread some good news, with some socks on your beautiful feet!
Our world is in dire need of some joy…would you be part of helping spread some?

 My desire is to start a Joy sock movement

Wear some fun socks and take a photo of your feet doing something or being somewhere; on a fire truck, park bench, hanging from a tree (safely, please), out of the top of skates, you get the idea. (heck, paint your feet, go bare, I don’t care) Then‘Friend’ me on instagram, twitter, or facebook, LeonadeVinne,and post your picture on social media and tag it #joysocks

Each month a fave pair of feet will be chosen and $50 will be donated to a charity of your choice-how yummy is that!

 

Why socks you ask? Why not!


I remember years back I was going through some tough times, exhausted, going through a divorce, working hard and not feeling much happiness at all. One day when I came home I noticed that I was wearing 2 different socks and it made me laugh!

A wee bit of levity amidst my life that felt like a slog fest-yes please!
Science has been confirming that the happiest people are the ones that find joy in the smallest moments.

2 years ago I started mailing out goofy socks to random people and it was so fun, so I started giving them to people I knew were struggling and they said it brightened their days when they wore them. Heck even if people weren’t struggling I handed them out…they started sending me photos of their feet with the “joy socks” on them and that gave me such joy!

It’s pretty much a never ending circle of goodness for me since then ☺
So thus the sock idea started to bloom and blossom.

I started to call them joy socks and so did they ☺

I need people to help me with this joy spreading, happiness movement – I need YOU!


 Each month someone will be chosen to win the #joysock photo contest-craziest/funnest/goofiest/joyfullest shot!!

The winner can choose a charity of their choice for a donation of atleast $50 or (all the profits from the socks I sell* -whichever is greater) to be donated to a charity of their choice.  How delicious is that!!

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Your delightful feet will end up on a feed with all the joyfull feet in the world!! YES!! (Even this is getting me joyed up!)

January’s winner was Sara Verburg who chose make her donation to Haven’s Way of the
A Joy Socks Winner!
Boys and Girl’s Club, for her photo, poolside in Chile-bikini and joysocks poolside at over 35 degrees!

So will you please tell your friends and join me in this goofy, fun filed movement.
“friend” me on facebook or instagram at Leona devinne, and post a pic of your delightful feet with the #joysocks-lets get this party started!!


I’m a coach, entrepreneur and chief joy injector at AccendoConsulting  where I help others launch their purpose filled work into the world.  I’d love to connect with you-drop me a line and let me know what brings you joy or if you want help creating more joy in your life and business-call, email or send me a message in a bottle :).  I can be reached at Leona@accendoconsulting.ca

*For my Canadian friends, you will be able to buy some of my favourite socks on this page - www.joysocks.ca (coming soon) and I will donate the profits from each pair of socks to a charity, every month.  (check out the styles on www.socklady.com, while I am working on my sock page, and if you are in Canada I can get what you’d like)


May the joy be with you!!

 Leona~ox

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I would like to thank Leona very much for being a guest on my blog today. Please share in the joy of socks an post your awesome socks picture to Leona via one of her social media outlets or post it on my facebook page, Cindy Rule's Writing Page and I'll share them with Leona.

Be daring
Be spontaneous
Be joyful

Cin




Monday, January 26, 2015

For the Love Of...Home with Judy Bowman

Good Monday Everyone!

And welcome to another edition of For the Love Of...

Home is not always where you expect to find it and sometimes it's more than you expected it to be. Today, my good friend Judy Bowman describes in her beautifully expressive way her journey to finally finding home.

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For the love of...

There are so many ways to finish that phrase and it is difficult for me to pick just one. So, when I mapped all of them out on a page, I discovered that my family, friends, the stars, the trees, the river in all seasons, sunrise and sunset, and my gardens and rocks are all elements of Home, that each plays a part in my sense of belonging. 
Family and friends.  My children are grown, and grandchildren fast growing through childhood. They consider my house home even though they’ve never lived here. Even Nick Ma who stayed with us for four months last year tells me he is coming home for Christmas while he studies in Canada. When my friend Cindy comes out for tea and a rave, she is family.  I feel  the house lean in, listen and laugh. It is probably our Mrs. Loggie, dead but not departed, eavesdropping and wondering, “what in the world are they talking about?” as Nick did when he was learning English. “Do you understand anything we say?” We’d ask. He shook his head, spread his arms and said,” Drama! Lots of Drama!”
The other element that contributes to my sense of place is the unique construction of this old story and a half.  George Loggie built this house over 100 years ago.  He must have been a short man.  Perhaps men of different heights helped him. Judging by the varying height of the doors, I estimate these carpenters to be  less than six feet tall and surely toddled around on tiny feet.  My son has to duck through the doors and half his foot hangs over each step.  He’s always tripping on the short, thirteen-step stairway.  There isn’t a right angle or level floor.  Depending on the room, the slant slides north, south, east and west.  Rule is:  don’t leave anything that can roll on a table.  If you do and it goes missing, look in the far corner.  Or, ask Mrs. Loggie to find it, as we do on a regular basis. She is reliable. That said, I am all slanted and crooked in many ways and not perfect but comfortable.
Until I moved into this house, the longest I had lived anywhere was six years.  My husband and I owned three homes during the course of our marriage but all in the same area of Waterloo so my children could stay in one school and keep the same friends. This was very important to me. My parents were gypsies, not Rom, but transient. Sometimes we moved several times a year. At final count, I changed schools 22 times.   My siblings and I were blessed that we could count on my grandparents to fetch us when health issues and other troubles caught up with my parents. And they did without fail. In foster care in Lachine Quebec, I used to dream of just crossing the street and I would be at my grandmother’s house.  That image sustained me when I was on the road with my parents heading to the next Promised Land. My grandmother’s house is still very much part of me.  I can smell the wood, the cellar, the air in June and see the moon path on the river. Because of those memories of home, I’ve tried to create a haven for grandchildren.
The legacy of my transient lifestyle is to be restless several times a year.  Since I wasn’t changing homes as often, I moved the furniture several times a year.  I still do.  My house and belongings are in an uproar of a mess but I actually feel comforted by this and as I sort and organize, I feel better.  Right now I am in the process of changing rooms and furniture and complaining about the mess, but as I am writing this, I see that this is a way of restructuring and renewing.  I should be good until September.  
When my husband and I moved here over twenty years ago, I had a difficult time settling in as I always did.  The culture, though Canadian, is very different. I mentally had my bags packed for at least 12 of those years because this was not my idea of home.
A wise woman said to me that home is a place we carry inside, not a place on a map.  I would say that is partially true, because where and how we live helps grow the sense of home within.  I credit my family, friends  and landscape to helping me root and grow here.  Every part of my life matters. 
It is in writing about the love of home that I realize that I am in that place. I love driving up the lane after work.  Every morning I run down to get my coffee and go back to bed and drink it as daylight comes. It is a sacred time for me. Now, in winter, I see the sunrise at the horizon. In summer I wait until it tops the leafy trees.  
In the summer, I plant a garden and hover like a new mother over the seedlings.  Just watching carrots grow is a lesson in patience because it takes months.  Being in the garden reminds me of a larger sense of belonging, that I have a small place on this earth and here for a long while yet, I hope. But who knows?  The main thing is I’m home now.

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Thank-you to Judy for being a guest on For the Love Of...Judy is a very talented writer and poet who also has her own blog. Find Judy and her some of her writings at...

If you know someone who has a love they would like to share, or if you would like to share a story about something you love, please drop me a line at cindy.rule73@gmail.com.

Thanks for stopping by. On Monday, February 9th, my guest will be Morgan Lee, whom I've only met virtually, but I know she'll have a wonderful story to share with all of you.

Here's to whatever you love,

Cin

Thursday, January 22, 2015

This One's for My Sean




There are two very specific things that I remember about the morning after Sean’s 20th birthday; he looked absolutely awful and I couldn’t wait to make fun of him. He’d been out late the night before, imbibing too much with his friends, and as he lay moaning on a table in our drama classroom, blocking his vision from the nasty lights with one arm, I took great joy in teasing him. To be honest, it made me happier than was appropriate since I was dating someone else at the time, and I always tried to ignore the butterflies that danced in my stomach every time I talked to him.

A year later, less 2 days, at a surprise party for Sean, thrown for him by yours truly, he held my hair back as I spent some quality time with the toilet after having imbibed too much with his friends. (Side note, don’t drink with Sean’s friends.) He didn’t scold me as I whined. He didn’t tease me, even though I deserved it. I had never felt so cared for which is probably why I knew that it was the perfect time to tell him, for the first time, that I loved him. Thankfully he returned the sentiment in kind and continued to sit with me until I felt better. 


Today, Sean is 40. For the last 20 years we’ve learned, grown, embraced, fought, changed, loved, challenged, struggled, cried, cared, wondered, hoped, dreamed, laughed, celebrated, and grieved together. We’ve moved seven times, (twice across the country) bought a house, a car, between the two of us worked at least 30 jobs, and are now raising the most incredible daughter. We are healthy, have lots of friends, and good families. Life, in short, has been and continues to be good to us.

Last night, when Sean was chatting with a friend, I overheard him paraphrasing Tolkien. (Yes Sir, I was dropping eaves.) He said something along the lines of having once read that Tolkien said that you don’t really know that you’ve married the right person until you’ve been together for around 20 years, walked the long road with that person. For myself, I knew Sean was the right person for me, was my forever the moment I first asked him on a date. The last 20 years have only confirmed and strengthened this certainty. He is the most giving person I've even met. He is very intelligent and a deep thinker. He is loving, absolutely hilarious, more talented than he'll ever admit, and incredibly brave. The longer we walk our road together, the longer I want our road to be. He’s my best friend, my life, my everything. Every day I feel a true sense of happiness that he is mine and ever beautifully mystified, but grateful, that he chose me to walk the long road with me.
Happy 40th Birthday to my love, my heart, my forever reason to dance.

Happy 40th Birthday to my Sean.

Monday, December 22, 2014

For the Love Of...Code with Christina Workman

Hello Blog Fans

And welcome to another edition of For the Love Of. Today, I'm so very happy to have my delightful and talented sister-in-law Tina (or Christina) as my second guest. When I asked her to write a post about something in her life that she felt passionate about, not only was a post about writing code something I had not expected, but I also discovered that reading a piece about the love one can have for code or coding, will make me cry.

So please, enjoy. I don't expect everyone to cry like I did, but I think this post will make you look at the combination of computers and math a little differently.


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A few years ago, I left the security of the corporate world and steady paychecks to start my own business. As it turned out, that particular business was not right for me, but the journey led me to where I am today. And I mean that about as literally as one could...I am sitting in a comfy chair at my computer with my mini fireplace  going and my dog by my side. And I get paid to do this every day!
 

I flip flop constantly about what to call myself, but basically I'm a web designer and content manager. Generally, I love all things internet and if there's a way to do something online, I'm on board. If someone needs help with their website, social media, blog, etc, I'm over the moon when I get to be the one to come to the rescue. My newest motto is "Let me be your geek!"

The thing I love most about making websites is the code. Creating the design is fun, but I can get lost for hours playing around with the code, manipulating until it produces exactly what I want it to. It took me a long time to realize that this is what I love doing, and once I did, I was amazed I hadn't figured it out earlier. Computer code is essentially a combination of math and language, and those were my two favourite subjects in school. I even majored in languages at university. How I never put two and two together sooner, I'll never understand...especially given my love of math!

I wish I knew how much I loved coding earlier in my life. I did have a few brief encounters with coding basics as I grew up, but there were no formal learning paths back then. Even now a lot of code education is self-taught online rather than via formal school programs. Recently, I started thinking about a new phase in my adventures with coding. I know there are lots of kids out there like me, who might love coding but not realise it yet. They probably haven't even been exposed to it. So I am working towards creating an extra-curricular coding program for elementary school students. 

Earlier this month I had the immense pleasure of teaching computer coding to the entire grade three population at my son's school as part of an initiative called Hour of Code. It was so exciting to watch these 8 year olds figure out the basics of coding a computer game. Watching their faces light up as they made the Angry Bird catch the evil pig because they programmed it to move and make decisions is priceless. 

Coding with my son's classmates reinforced how much there needs to be a coding program available to them, and how much I want to be the one to bring that program to life. 


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See? Don't you want to try a bit of coding now? Also, I'm going to put it out there even if Tina didn't her in post, but if you're looking for a web designer or other things internetish, Tina's your girl. Here's the link to her site.


I'd like to thank Tina very much for being a guest on For the Love Of...today. If you know of someone who has a love they should share, or if you would like to talk about what gets you out of bed in the morning, please drop me a line at:

cindy.rule73@gmail.com

I'd like to wish all of you a very Merry Christmas. This year has not been easy, but we've had a lot of love and support and we've appreciated every bit of it.

Until next time,

Cin