Life is what happens while . . .

. . . you’re busy making other plans . . . (John Lennon)

So there’s been a lot of life going on here, but first, thanks to everyone who has offered support and sent warm energy over the past weeks. I’m so sorry I haven’t replied to comments and, in some cases, emails. I’m still hoping to catch up soon, but a post is long overdue, so I’m doing that first. I think it may be a rather long one, so get your tea now 🙂

IMG_2522I was at the hospital a few days ago to bring cookies to the unit and on my way back through the courtyard, I saw that the Healing Tipi had been set up for summer use.


The Nurse Practitioner who was the recipient of the cookies has become a friend; he told me about a Sound Healing – Tibetan Crystal Bowls event that was coming up. It was held in the Bikram Yoga Centre some distance west and south of where we live. It was an amazing experience; I’m very introverted and a bit awkward with groups of people I don’t know, so I went in, laid out the yoga mat I’d been given, and lay down to prepare for meditation. Matt Welke, one of the organizers of these weekly events, gave a brief introduction to the use of the bowls. We were invited to play one if we liked, but I chose instead to spend the hour in meditation and prayer for those I love and also for those who have requested it.

In 1997 I walked a labyrinth for the first time (not to be confused with a maze – you can get lost in a maze; a labyrinth has only one path; you walk to the centre and then back to the starting point). After I’d been ‘there and back again’, I sat nearby and meditated until all of the group had walked. I had an extremely intense experience of energy in my hands, to the point where they felt so swollen I thought the discomfort came from the pressure of the touching fingers. When I opened my eyes, though, my hands appeared normal and the feeling receded. On closing my eyes and resuming the meditation, the feeling returned, as strongly as in the beginning.  I was told later that I should consider studying Reiki.

I’m  sharing this experience because a similar thing happened while I was listening to the Singing Bowls and it was strongest when the largest bowls or a combination of bowls including one or two of the largest, were played.If this is something that interests you, I highly recommend attending a session. I can’t vouch for the healing effects, but my knees were much more flexible after I stood up and walking was easier. The trouble with attributing effects is that I’m currently using more than one approach. Still, the Bowls were pretty impressive. . .

IMG_2540 . . . as is this uniquely Canadian item. Who recognizes this?

I’m still not ready for the move; it won’t happen at the end of June; most likely now is the end of July. And it won’t be to the Crafties’ basement; I am moving back to southern BC, to Chilliwack where the oldest of my sisters lives. Or at least somewhere close to her. Anywhere from Abbotsford through Yarrow to Chilliwack will be just fine by me. I will be…


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The first hospital in Abbotsford was built in 1922 and is where I was born some years later.  The town wasn’t called Abbotsford then; at least my birth certificate says ‘Matsqui’ on it. A lovely name, I think. Abbotsford was named after the home of Sir Walter Scott in the Lowlands of Scotland The hospital was replaced in the early ’50s and then again in 2009. I looked for a photo or two online, but couldn’t find one.

Anyway, the new plan is to find somewhere to live and so I’ve reached out to a couple of old friends who’ve lived in Abbotsford, then Chilliwack for over 30 years.

My plan always was to go ‘home’ to BC, but I didn’t expect to be able to go this year. So amidst all the re-structuring of my daily life, there is some joy, too. And that’s a good thing. I knew the decision was the right one for me as soon as I made it; a huge feeling of peace and relief came over me and the dark clouds began to lift. I’m not done working through the sadness, but it’s become easier now that I feel a sense of hope again.

Once settled, too, I’ll be able to visit my sons and their families, as well as some old friends in Vancouver and Victoria. I have’t been to the coast for over seven and a half years and that’s a long time.

In preparation for this move I went with the Crafties to their property where my container sits with some of my stuff. Boy, have they done a lot of work since I was last there (over a year): I should have taken more photos . . .

Their son has a small two storey cabin half finished:IMG_2543

This 16 foot square shed is nearly done, too, and is already in use for storage. On the south side (away from you)  will be a porch for sitting in the shade and taking a break.


The outhouse was one of the first structures to be put up; here’s the view from outside and in . . . it’s all boards that have been salvaged from here and there.

Three views: the picnic area, the squirrel grove and the garden. The painted tires each hold a fruit tree. All the fruit trees and a sweet little weeping willow have survived the winter.

Before we had our cookout (using the barrel behind the table to contain the flames), Mrs. Crafty brought out some lovely hand-made soap for washing our hands. That’s it there; the round cake just left of the hand towel.


Mrs. Crafty loves folk art and painting garden ornaments. Here are some she’s brought from home and a panther they found in a discard heap and rescued. It will be painted soon, too, and the other items will be placed in her gardens and along some of the deer trails, which are wide enough to walk on..

Behind this cute picket fence grows an assortment of flowers, domestic and wild, and above the garden hangs a hummingbird feeder. Bird and squirrel feeders are in several places here and it’s so lovely to watch the birds and critters that the feeders attract. The gate was made by Mrs Crafty from twisted branches she cut from small trees they were felling for firewood. The birdbath is a clay saucer I gave her when I realized I was not likely to have my dream garden, with a fountain at each corner.

The other three, and most of my clay pots, are going to a friend who used to be my manager when I worked at her Lewiscraft store. Later she encouraged me to take on the Assistant Manager position and after that, to move up to Manager. I loved so much about working in a craft store; ordering unique colours of yarn, teaching clients to knit and crochet while we stood in the niddle of the store, especially figuring out where a pattern had gone wrong for the more experienced knitters and crocheters.  When Mum was in the hospital before Christmas, she had a room-mate whose daughter remembered me from over a decade ago. She had knitted a sweater, arms and body, to the yoke in six months. Then, for over three years she struggled to complete the patterned yoke. In despair she brought it to the store; we went over each stitch together and found where the pattern was wrong! It was quite gratifying to find that all her family knew the story and knew who I was, just from that one day.

Can you tell that old wooden chairs minus their seats were used as part of the frames for these garden beds? The right hand bed is full of strawberry plants.

We have no idea what this plant is, but my sister thinks it may be cowslip:


We were out there for over eight hours and besides taking a tour of the property, Mrs. Crafty and I went through over a third of the boxes in the container. The container has settled at the back, so some of the boxes had fallen and others had been placed with heavy boxes on top of half=full or light boxes, so the lower ones had collapsed somewhat. We are re=packing those into stronger boxes and organizing them near the front for easy loading come moving day. I am giving the container to the Crafties and they will store some of my things that are not sensitive to moisture for a couple more years. They will be able to store some of their tools and equipment in it, so it’s a good deal all around. Below you can see how much the container is listing . . . The bottom photo shows some of my boxes. The old bed frames and other things at the front belong to the Crafties. I remembered there being a lot more boxes, so seeing them was a good thing. Much more manageable that I’d expected. It’s helping, too, that I’m giving some of my things to Mrs. Crafty, like the yarns for afghans that are mostly or all acrylic. I’ve decided I’m switching to natural materials, or mostly so, from now on.

If I had a piece of property, I think I’d place two of these 40 foot long containers side by side, but about 30 or 40 feet apart, then roof over the space and the containers and build walls with large windows at the back and front of the large space. A large set of patio doors at each end and a floor would make it complete (and a wood-burning fireplace, of course). It would be easy to fit one container out with a bathroom and two bedrooms and the other with a kitchen, pantry and storage space. The central room would be workspace, gathering room, etc.Using salvaged materials for most of it, I think one could have a great cottae / workshop for about $10,000. I’d extend beams from the roof supports, too, to create a porch on either side. Solar panels could be set up nearby to power lights, etc. The neighbour has several set up next to where he lives and can run a washer and dryer, cookstove, small refrigerator and lights as well as his power tools. Very nice, I think.

The driveway out to the gravel road . . .


. . . but we didn’t go back to town immediately. Because, in spite of my parents’ being sure that I would grow out of it, my love for horses is as strong as ever and I simply had to see the neighbour’s herd, or two of them, anyway . . . These are quarter horses and I was sorely tempted to hop on the grey and ride home . . . but common sense prevailed . . .

Now, the other news: I have been unable to find my ‘toe-up’ sock that is still sitting at the first toe/ But I have been busy going through boxes and packing (and down-sizing for the first of what I think will be several times). While doing that, I found six skeins of this amazing mohair/wool blend with a little nylon for added strength:


The colour reminds me of piles of autumn leaves and is more beautiful than the photos.

I have had this yarn for ten years, waiting to be inspired and finally inspiration struck! I decided to make a Pi Shawl. The pattern for this shawl was first created by Elizabeth Zimmerman and is loosely based on the mathematical Pi. You begin with 9 stitches on three double pointed needles, knit two rows, then usising yarn overs you double the stitches to 18. The next section is 4 rows of knitting. The next row you double the stitches again, to 36, then knit 8 rows . . . see how easy? It’s good to keep track of your rows with a stitch counter, though, especially with mohair or other fuzzy yarns. I haven’t located any  of my own counters, so I’m making marks on recipe cards, four verticals and one horizontal to  tie them into a group of five. So far, that’s working just fine. I am now up to 288 stitches and have finished 10 of the 64 rows called for in this section. I have seen this shawl knitted from smooth yarns and some knitters have done patterned knitting in each section between the increase rows. Those are stunning! Now, if I were truly ambitious, I would be considering knitting one using the Fair Isle patterns I love so much. Maybe one day, when I’m spending more time in a rocker by the fire . . . Here’s the work to date:

In the left hand photo, I’d hung the piece on a hook in the hallway, but the light wasn’t good enough. In the other two photos the work is flattened and the pictures were taken under different lights; I think the right hand one is closest to the actual colour. I’m using a circular needle now, so the work has assumed the shape of a bag or maybe a Rasta beanie… Soon I will put half the stitches onto another circular needle and the work will continue to go easily. I’m not sure how large this shawl will be, but I’ve only just begun on the third of the six balls and if I fold the work, it comes nearly to my elbows.

By the end of each day, we are generally tired and partly that’s from the emotional side of . through our mother’s things. Other factors come into it, too, but I won’t be posting about those. So we make our supper and watch some Netflix movie or tv series and I knit. Then it’s off to bed. A good distraction when I just want to turn off my busy mind for a while.

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These are not particularly healthy, although the recipe could be adapted. Our youngest sister found it and I made it up just as Mum used to do for Christmas. This is a double batch and made eight dozen, with some dough left over. No idea what happened to that…

I loved using my favourite bowl (which matches a larger one of Mum’s), Mum’s wooden spoon and my Aunty’s potholders. I felt as though they were just in the other room.

If anyone would like the recipe, let me know in a comment below and I will post it. It’s quite quick and easy to make; the longest part for me was chopping the nuts with a knife. If one had a nut chopper, it would go very fast. These were a great hit and the hospital bag of a couple dozen cookies apparently lasted less than an hour. Made me happy . . .

So . . . my day out in the country with no sounds but those of nature was most refreshing and renewing. I hadn’t realized how much i’d missed it until I was out there again. We had lovely weather, warm but not too hot (although while in the container we were both sweating heavily), with a light breeze to cool us off.  Jtust what I needed, that day . . .

I’m not sure when I’ll get to post again and it likely won’t be so long next time, but I’ll keep you updated on the move and settling in wherever I land.I wish you all a wonderful week / month / year. I’ve been reading your posts as often as possible, but have not been able to comment from my phone (forgot my password . . . again!). I’m still getting used to the laptop, but eventually it will behave itself and then we’ll see . . . Lots of big hugs to all of you in the Virtual Village.  ❤



12 thoughts on “Life is what happens while . . .

  1. Good luck to you on finding a new home that will suit you. I think the idea of a container home is interesting and wish it were more accepted because I might take that idea you came up with and build one just like it.

    • Thanks for the good wishes, Lois. I have no idea how things will play out in the coming year or two, but no matter what, there will be more good than anything else. I love the idea of container homes, too; tiny homes in general. But I will need a large, dry secure space for a studio. It’s why I thought that situating two containers parallel to each other, then putting in a floor, roof and end walls would be ideal. And I don’t think it would be too hard to make it a bit Hobbity, either. I’ve dreamed of a round door for years, and built out windows that are long enough for window seats that can become a bed for the unexpected guest or two. My tastes wend their way from tribal through gypsy, pioneer, Arts & Crafts (Craftsman in the USA) and Art Nouveau, with not much in the way of modern drawing my interest. Hugs and Blessings. ~ Linne

      • Love the idea of a round door I hope you get to experiment with that and find a way to incorporate it into your home. A window seat is a must!! It’s the one thing I want to work into this house.

        Container homes intrigue me but my favorite it the earthship. My boys and I designed our first one years ago and I keep modifying it for me today. Sadly, I don’t think I’ll ever have the opportunity to build one.

        I’d love to sit down and have a look at your designs, we have very similar tastes. The one thing I hate is modern buildings, there’s no personality in them.

      • Lois, I think we have a lot in common when it comes to our taste in lifestyles. Most of my designs are still in storage; the newest are in my head still. designing ideal homes has been a great entertainment for me all my life, but the designs have evolved as I have learned more about sustainable living and all that. I was lucky to grow up in a time when a man could build a cabin / shack to house his family and not have anyone trouble him about it. At least for the first seven years of my life or so. Those early years have definitely shaped me and imprinted me in a way that I’m happy with and grateful for as well. But if I were to build a small shack to live in now (supposing I found a way to get hold of some land) I think it would be a much rockier road.

        I like the idea of window seats that can serve as extra sleeping places, perhaps with a hinged seat that swings out or a second layer that pulls out like a drawer, so that it can accommodate two or a couple with a baby.

        I haven’t read much about earthships, but my oldest son has done. This winter I may have time to do some serious reading and they are on my list of topics to explore.

        I know what you mean about not having much hope of building the home of your dreams, but I’d say never give up. For one thing, we never know what the future may bring and for another, I find the dreaming and planning give me much joy and also help me work through various aspects in advance. I’m 71 this year and not ready to give up, although current times do give me pause quite often. But determined joy and creativity go a long way as a sort of rebellion; not exactly a thing ‘against’ the times, but a way of ignoring them and seeing the long view, planting flowers instead of tossing pertrol bombs (tempting as that might be at times LOL)

        When I finally unearth some of my meagre plans, I’d be happy to share with you. The container thing does interest me, too.

        I have been in awe for some time of Colette of Bealtaine Cottage – 10 year transformation and if I could do it, I would love to reclaim a poor piece of land as she has done. Having a tumbledown cottage to restore would be the icing on the cake, for me, anyway. It’s amazing what one woman and a shovel can do, given time.

        Stay well, Lois, and I hope you stay in touch. Much love and many hugs to you. ~ Linne

      • I used to follow Colette myself but then she began a subscriber only site and I wasn’t willing to pay for access. I’m stingy that way. It seems like everyone online wants money from news outlets to bloggers. I understand their need to earn a living but for me I won’t start paying for online services.

        My grandparents built most of their homes and yes it was easier then. The regulations now are ridiculous.

        Sounds like you are struggling with world events as much as I am. That’s part of why I am avoiding the internet lately.

    • Thanks, Narfie; I think it will all be alright in the end. And, as they way, if it is not alright, it is not the end. 🙂
      I will come visit soon and comment. I have only lurked for most of the past few months.

  2. I like the idea of a container home. We have seen many being built on television. It’s not as easy as it’s looks though and finding property to put them on is another challenge. I live in a manufactured home commonly called the double wide in a community exclusively built for them. We lease the space to keep them on and they are for the most part, permanent. Home is a big issue for me too. I’ve moved 35 times that I know of and am grounding myself here. I think you should look into Reiki at least to satisfy your curiosity Sounds like it might be a calling. There is a lot here and hope things continue to improve for you. I’ll keep you in my thoughts and prayers as you continue your journey. Giant hugs.

    • I like it too, but it depends on what you like in the way of homes. I tend toward old-fashioned shacks and buildings, the more rustic the better. If a person wants the home to look like a modern condo or apartment, I think the job is more difficult. I plan to write a post some day on the shelters I have lived in over my lifetime. Quite entertaining, I think.

      My parents lived in a single-wide with three bedrooms and two baths plus an over-under washer and dryer back in the 70s, They only had three of my sibs left at home then, so that made it easier. I will have to add up the times I have moved; it will be at least as many as yours. So I know what you mean about staying put.

      I did look into Reiki training a couple of times, but the cost was out of my reach at that time. I aree that it might be a calling, but so far I have only used it intuitively and using what little I have been able to learn from books, etc.
      Thanks for your thoughts and prayers, Marlene. They help so much. Giant hugs back to you. Hope things are good down your way.

  3. Good luck to you Linne 😘. A wonderful post read with a cuppa. Love that mohair mix knitting. I had a quarter horse when I was a teenager. He ran like the wind. I couldn’t see the recipe on my iPad as it requires JavaScript but post me the recipe anyway and it will be a lovely surprise for me 😃

    • Thanks, Cathy. that shawl is nearly done; one ball and a half to go out of six. It will be interesting to see it when it is spread out. My sister here does not know it, but it is a prayer shawl for her. Once she admired the colours so heartily, I knew where it would find a good home. I was not really a big fan of quarter horses in my younger years as I prefer smaller hindquarters. But as a favour for a friend, I once rode her thoroughbred-quarter horse gelding over the Hope-Princeton highway. I will have to post about that one day. It was June, but very high, so lots of high snowbanks along the highway. I ended up walking as much as I rode, just to keep warm. Quite the adventure. If you want to see the route, there are maps and images here:;_ylt=A0SO82He2YJXChUAtbjrFAx.;_ylu=X3oDMTEwN2oxM3RtBGNvbG8DZ3ExBHBvcwMyBHZ0aWQDBHNlYwNyZWwtYm90?p=hope+princeton+highway+map&ei=UTF-8&fr2=rs-bottom%2Cp%3As%2Cv%3Aw%2Cm%3Aat-s&fr=crmas

      I rode from east of Princeton to just east of Hope. I was alays horse-crazy (still am) and a little crazy anyway, I think.

      I didnèt post the recipe, but will do so today, if possible. Hope you like them.

Thanks for stopping by my blog! I look forward to reading your comments. ~ Linne

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