Month: October 2014

The First Saturday: Talking about the book

Dear World it’s me- Tilly

art timeI have had the book in my personal library for some time, years in fact, but have never gotten around to reading it until now.  Once more my belief that ‘everything in it’s time” has proven itself true for me. The book itself is seventeen years old, for some a book that old may be passed over, after all it isn’t listed among the classics, (but if you were to ask me it should be on everyone’s ‘must read’ list) and in the past 17 years so much has changed from alternative medicine to APPS, celebrity culture worship and most of all connectivity- the electronic world of Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and texting.

However, this book will stand the tale of time, and can in fact be read 17 or 70 years later and still be relevant.

The covers says …bestseller that changed millions of lives…I usually stay away from this kind of hype, because all to often these claims, (for me personally) leave a bad taste in my mouth because it didn’t. It didn’t hold up the promise to make a change in my life and after being disappointed once too often, I avoid this type of ‘sell.’

This book lived up to the promise; well I can’t speak for the accuracy of millions of lives changed, I can’t even make the claim it will change yours, but for me- I had some serious “AHA” moments. It was wonderfully written, made me smile, made me cry and made me think.

The book? “tuesdays with Morrie” by Mitch Albom. There are mixed reviews about this book from love to hate and in between. My review- I enjoyed Morrie’s perspectives on life, love and death. In a world that can be self-centric his attitude and simplicity is needed now even more than it was when it was written. The book is a quick read, and it touched me deeply.

I am going to take an example from Mitch Albom, and Morrie, and write about the subjects in the book, my thoughts, values and views, which I am sure will seem very odd and/ or controversial for some- subjects like love, death, shame, aging, family and quality of life.

This is my first entry-The First Saturday: Talking about the book.


The little things

Dear World, It’s me Tilly.

It is Thanksgiving weekend in Canada, and this is my- ‘thankful list’

I am thankful for the little things.  It is the little things that give you the strength when you are tired and frustrated.    Little Things

I am thankful for the silly things. It is the silly things that make you smile even when you don’t ‘feel-like-smiling.’

SillyI am thankful for colour. For it is colour that removes the heavy clouds of grey.

I am thankful for music. For it music that finds your inner beat, and before you know it you are singing or dancing, or both.

I am thankful for my gift of writing. For it is this gift that gives me the chance to spread my wings beyond this realm.

I am thankful for my beliefs. For it is spiritual fulfillment that feeds you and creates wholeness.

I am thankful for nature. For it is nature that restores my inner balance.trees roads 1920x1080 wallpaper_www.miscellaneoushi.com_38

I am thankful for the big things. Things like love, my family, friends, health, wealth and wisdom.

I am thankful for you, for caring enough to read this, for your support each time you visit my blog, and for the inner beauty that makes you perfectly you.



“I am grateful for the grace to see, to hear, to talk, to feel, to smell, to taste and to walk.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita



My Family

Dear World

I am missing my family today. Seems like forever since I have seen some of them- funny how that happens, how “life’ seems to get the way of what is really important.

You would think I would know better, both of my parents are gone, and yet each day you get caught up in the everyday shit that seems so important at the time, and yet…it’s not. Not really.

No matter how close you THINK you are, so many priorities  seem to come before  loved ones. Survival- work- day to day bullshit. No ones fault, and yet all of our fault.

You tell yourself it is a two way street, that they can make an effort to be part of your life, you tell yourself that they will understand, and that they have to know that you love them. I call Bullshit.

I am guilty- guilty without any chance of parole- always busy- always…something….

I made a promise to my parents,  a promise that I ashamed to say I have not kept. I don’t  keep in touch, I don”t keep the family unit as one.

What I ask myself is a matter with me? With you? With all of us? Stop fucking around, I may not be here tomorrow, or you…and yet we continue on the same path knowing that time stands still for know one. One minute your children are babies, the next grown, one minute you are having Thanksgiving dinner with your family, the next….

I would like to say I pledge that I will be better, I would like to think that you will be better- and yet I know, because I know that this isn’t true.

How sad. Sad for me, sad for you, that we as a whole are so tied up in the everyday that we forget.

And in the end what we can deal with is the regret, regret we didn’t spend a little bit more time, regret we couldn’t say what was on our heart- regret—-