I Was Here First (An SWB post)

I Was Here First – Where Beaumont gives me a lesson on being the Squirrel Patrol watch dawg and I have to move ’cause y’a know… it’s his chaise!

And you know what to do…. just click the link!

Do join Beau on his blog today — he’s as cheeky and impertinent as ever!

I Was Here First

The Zen Master and The Dawg (an SWB story)

Beau with his face stuck in mine while I am lying on my yoga mat

Beaumont: Louise! Louise!…. you dead?

Me: No Beau. I’m in Savasana pose.

Beau: You look it.

Me: What’s that supposed to mean?

Beau: It ain’t called ‘the corpse pose’ for nothing Louise

Me: Oh wow. You know that?

Beau: You know Yoga was invented by dogs. Right?

To find out how join Beau on his blog today! He’s a real master at telling the story… his way! You know what to do… just click HERE…

The Squirrel Hunter (an SWB story)

Me: Beaumont. We need to talk.

Beau: I’m busy.

Me: Beau….

Beau: Yah. Yah. Yah. Whatever.

Me: Beaumont. This is serious.

Beau: Taking me to the groomers and inflicting all that brushing and fluffing on me is serious Louise. If what you wanna talk about is what I think you wanna talk about, well that’s not serious. It’s just dawgie nature.

Me: Catching a squirrel isn’t serious?

To read the rest of Beau’s misadventure with a squirrel, click HERE to go to Sundays with Beaumont (I know! A dawg with a blog! Imagine! 🙂 ) He hopes to see you there!

You Did What? (a SWB post)

I ‘accidentally’ go for a walk at River Park. without Beau.

He is not impressed.He hopes you join him on his blog today to commiserate and offer your sympathy.

And yes. It is. As always. All my fault. Sigh.

He hopes you join him on his blog today — he’s looking for sympathy. 🙂

You Did What?

Beau: So… let me get this straight. You went for a walk with Jane. Without me.

Me: It wasn’t intentional Beau. I just sort of happened.

Beau: Then explain to me how this ‘just sort of happened’ walk happened.

Me: Well, I was dropping off your Christmas gift for Uncle Al and..

Beau: (interrupting me) Wait! What do you mean you were dropping of MY gift for Uncle Al?

Me: Remember. I ordered it in November and it just finally arrived last week? You wanted him to get it didn’t you? Someone had to take it to him.

Beau: Without me.

To read the rest, click HERE

In Good Times And In Bad (An SWB Post)

There’s a new conversation over at Beaumont the Sheepadoodles blog this morning.

He was kind of ticked off I went away. Again. And by the fact I missed posting last Sunday!

I hope you join him in his witty repartee and clever ways of always winning every conversation!

Click HERE to read.

Is That Sarcasm I Taste? (a SWB post)

I have been baking breads and cookies, pies and Foccacia but the one thing I haven’t baked, which Beaumont had to remind me of today, is dawgie biscuits. Oh Dawg. I’m in trouble now!

Join Beaumont on his blog, Sundays with Beaumont, and find out just how much trouble I’m in, not just because of the lack of doggie biscuits but also because of my sarcasm.

You can find the conversation HERE. 

You’re a Dawg. Not a Bunny. (A SWB post)

Me:  Beaumont. What are you doing?

Beaumont:  The question isn’t what am I doing, it’s, “What aren’t you doing?

Me:  I’ll bite. What aren’t I doing?

Beau:  Well, first off, using stupid phrases like, “I’ll bite” with a dawg is something you shouldn’t be doing.

Me:  Oh. Right. Sorry. Okay. Just tell me, because I know you will anyway, what aren’t I doing?

Beau:  It’s pretty obvious. What day is today?

Me:  I’ll bi.. Oops. Sorry. It’s Monday.

Beau:  Big enough hint for you?

Me:  It’s Easter Monday?

Beau:  Doesn’t matter what kind of Monday it is. It’s Monday. Writing my blog on Monday is a dereliction of your duties.

Me:  I was busy yesterday.

Beau:  Right. Painting silly little bunnies for your dinner guests on Zoom.

Me:  It was important. I wanted everyone to feel like we were all still celebrating together. And I always make placecards for dinner.

Beau:  Hmmm…. I don’t remember seeing one with my name on it.

Me:  You’re a dawg, not a bunny.

Beau:  Excuse me? And your guests are…

 

Please join Beau on his blog today to read the rest. He’ll be delighted to see you at Sundays with Beaumont. And yes, I know. It’s Monday.

Click HERE. 

 

Eggs Over Easy. A SWB Post

Every Sunday (okay well almost every Sunday unless I do it Monday), I post a blog on Beaumont the Sheepadoodles blog — Sundays with Beaumont.

I first started posting a photo along with an imaginary (but seriously… they’re not really imaginary!) conversation with Beau on my FB page a couple of years ago. People laughed and told me how much they enjoyed those exchanges. A friend suggested creating a “Beau blog” and, as I mostly posted the conversations on Sundays, to call it, Sundays with Beaumont (SWB) and thus, Beau got his own blog and the world gets to ready how he always wins the conversation!

His blog is a reflection of his incorrigible nature and charm. (He likes to call it charm. I tend to call it annoyingness.) 🙂

As I love to share the laughter, I’m sharing yesterday’s blog here.

Eggs Over Easy Please

Beaumont:  Hey Lady. Know what time it is?

Me:  Morning?

Beaumont:  Breakfast time!

Me:  I can’t get up.

Beau:  Why not?

Me:  You’re lying on top of me.

Beau:  That’s to wake you up.

Me:  All right already. I’m awake.

Beau:  Then, where’s my breakfast?

Me:  If you get off of me I’ll get it for you.

Beau:  You know, I shouldn’t have to lie on top of you to make you get up. You should care enough to want to get up in the morning to get me my breakfast.

Me:  Believe me. I do. It’s just I’m a wee bit tired after last night.

Beau:  Right. ‘Cause you had that big dinner party and poor little you… Had a wee bit too much to drink?

Me:  No! It’s just I was on my feet all day and then didn’t get to bed until very late.

Beau:  Enough with your excuses. Are you going to get up and get me breakfast?

Me:  If you get off of me I will.

Beau:  Will you quit making excuses and just do it?

Me:  Yes, Beau. I will.

Beau:  I’d like my eggs easy over please.

Me:  You don’t get eggs for breakfast.

Beau:  Like I didn’t get any Beef Wellington last night for dinner?

Me:  You’re a dog Beau. You don’t eat people food.

Beau:  Who makes my food?

Me:  It comes from a factory.

Beau:  And who works in the factory?

Me: (slowly…) People…

Beau:  And so, once again, I prove how wrong you are. If people make my food then I eat people food. So be a good girl and go make me some eggs and bacon.

Sigh.  To be clear. I do not feed Beau eggs and bacon but dawggone it, I sure would like to win an argument with him one day… Sigh. A girl can dream….

In the meantime, gotta go make him breakfast.

Watch me! #BellLetsTalk

 

No. 54 #ShePersisted Series
Mixed media on canvas paper
11 x 14″
©2020

It has been a while since I created a painting for the #ShePersisted series I began in March 2017.  Yesterday, I pulled out a background I’d created on the weekend, drew a circle and began to throw down paint.

I didn’t know what I was going to paint. I didn’t have a destination or image to reference. I was going with the flow and letting whatever appeared to be what was visible on the canvas.

She appeared.

She was challenging. Faces always are for me.  They take practice. Skill. An understanding of light and its play with the shadows. A willingness to mess up and dig in.

They’re best painted with a reference photo.

I had none. Somewhere, early in the process, I made a commitment to myself to paint from within me, to use my inner memory/knowing of the face as my reference.

It’s a wonderful challenge. There’s that scared, uncertain place within me where I worry I don’t know enough, I need something solid to guide me. There’s that voice of doubt that takes great joy in whispering, “You can’t do it.”

And then, there’s the vibrant, alive place within me that doesn’t like can’t and don’t and shouldn’t. That voice likes to leap into the fray, calling upon my courage and self-belief to rise up and call out joyfully, “Watch me.”

I painted a woman’s face yesterday.

I didn’t think I could.

And then I did.

I love the magic that happens when I let go of working hard to control the process and instead let myself be the process.

I love the mystery that opens up to wonder when I accept it’s not about ‘doing it perfect’. It’s not about creating something that is a reflection of something else. It’s all about allowing what is calling itself to be expressed from within to become visible on the canvas before me.

This morning, as I look at her, that little voice of doubt and uncertainty, the one who likes to find criticism in so many things, it wants to tell me all the things I could have done differently. I could still change.

I’m not listening. Not heeding that voice. It is the voice of the past. The voice of millennia of women being told they can’t, they musn’t, they shouldn’t, they don’t dare.

I dare.

Yesterday, I painted a face.

Her origins are a mystery. Her story is not.

She is every woman before me who was told she couldn’t.

She is every woman who was shut down, put in her place, pushed into dark alleys and corners, hidden from the light, hidden from the truth of her power, her beauty, her strength, her courage.

She is every woman who was told she had no power, no voice, no right.

She is every woman who was held captive to the lie she had to be perfect. That she would never be enough. The voice that still whispers from the dark roots of the past, “You can’t do that.”

They said, “You can’t do that.”

The wise woman within rose up and shouted to the winds and the seas, the stars and moon, to heaven and earth, “Watch me!”

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Today is “Bell Let’s Talk Day“.

Speaking up about mental health is important. Taking action is vital. Erasing stigma. Changing minds. Providing supports and help for those whose mental health is preventing them from living joyful and productive lives is imperative for everyone.

Changing the story of how we view mental health changes how we treat each other, how we build strong and healthy relationships and how we create a better world.

For women, our mental health is tethered to a past where we had no voice, no rights, no power. A past where we lived under the shadow of men and the laws and societal mores that were designed to create a ‘just and fair’ society and that ultimately were tools to keep us in our place.

There is no place in the shadows for freedom, self-efficacy, self-determination, equality, self-hood.

Cutting the ties that bind is an important act, not of rebellion but of freedom.

May we all be free to speak up. May we all know we have the power to take positive action to be actively engaged in creating a world where everyone has a place to belong, no matter the state of their gender, race, sexual orientation, faith, beliefs and economic, mental or physical state of being.

Lessons from a Pooch: Life is a gift. Live it up!

There is a place and a time for all things. Yet, so often, I want that place and that time to be of my choosing, not someone else’s or even nature’s or the universe.

Being patient, taking care and allowing what is present for someone else to also be present in our shared space is one of those great lessons of having a fur-child that just keeps repeating itself, again and again

Last night, was tough for Beaumont. My back has been out since last weekend. My head says, stay still. Beau says, keep moving. I did not want to get up and go for a walk, even though the evening was so gorgeous. Beau didn’t give up on me and in his persistence, reminded me once again about the most important things in life, love and living.

Lesson 1

Be patient, persistent and stay optimistic.

There’s nothing like a dog sitting on the floor beside you, eyes peering steadily at you, body alert and still, while you’re lying on the couch feeling sorry for yourself. Beau reminds me to get up, get moving and stop feeling sorry for myself. And he never gives up until I get up and give him what he wants. Which is gernally always — A walk.  We both win from that one!

Lesson 2

Have fun

Having fun is not an interlude from life. It is part of life. Just like with work or any endeavour, it’s important to take time to stop and breathe. And if you happen to be playing with someone else, like your best friend Spirit, when you get over-excited (or forgetful about your manners (really Beau, that’s Spirit’s ball), you gotta take a break. Otherwise, like with so many things, fun becomes not so fun and then, fun’s all over!

Lesson 3

Don’t sweat the hot stuff.

Baby, it’s hot out there, chill out. Put your feet up, sit with your feet in a bucket of cold water, or better yet, run into the shallows at the river’s edge and splash! Splash! Splash! Splashing about is fun, and who cares if the floor gets wet and muddy when you get home? That’s why they invented mops.

Lesson 4

Not everyone’s business is your business.

Don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. Not everyone wants to have their butt sniffed, especially the cat when she comes to visit. Back-off and give people (furry friends too) their space.  In that space there’s lots to discover about eachother that will make the relationship so much more fun and enriching! (Like who wants to chase. Who wants to be chased. Dogs intuitively know without getting all caught up in who’s who at the park).

Lesson 5

Begin again

This one’s from puppydom but still holds true today. When you make a mistake, don’t get all bent out of shape. Begin again.   Like when Beau was a puppy. Just because it hadn’t happened for awhile, didn’t mean he was all house-broken, especially in new and different spaces where other doggies were present. Or like when there’s a bone or a toy in your bed. Be kind. Be compassionate. (Remember Lesson 1) –  Clean up the mess, move the bone off the bed and begin again. Enough said.

Lesson 6

Life is a Gift. Live it Up!

This is the most important lesson Beau teaches me every day. We only have this one life to live right now, don’t waste time dragging yourself through the past or worrying about what the future will bring. The present is in the now and the gifts of being present are filled with bounty and abundance. Be grateful for all you have. Count your blessings and share them with abandon. Your world, and all the world around you, will be richer for your willingness to live right now on the wild side of being alive!