Important Message from Keeper of Sacred White Buffalo Calf Pipe. – Chief Arvol Looking Horse

As my Nurturing Thursday contribution today I am reblogging this important message:


Make No Bones About It


I, Chief Arvol Looking Horse, of the Lakota, Dakota, and Nakota Nations, ask you to understand an Indigenous perspective on what has happened in America, what we call “Turtle Island.” My words seek to unite the global community through a message from our sacred ceremonies to unite spiritually, each in our own ways of beliefs in the Creator.

We have been warned from ancient prophecies of these times we live in today, but have also been given a very important message about a solution to turn these terrible times.

To understand the depth of this message you must recognize the importance of Sacred Sites and realize the interconnectedness of what is happening today, in reflection of the continued massacres that are occurring on other lands and our own Americas.

I have been learning about these important issues since the age of 12 when I received the Sacred White Buffalo Calf…

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Lake Vyrnwy

Shivers ran down my spine when I read this week’s ‘Nurturing Thursday’ post by ladyleemanila, and listened to the haunting folk song in Welsh. I was brought up near Lake Vyrnwy, so it brought back happy memories of my childhood , when we would regularly drive around the area on a Sunday afternoon. The water rushing down the side of the dam, when it was overflowing, was exciting and dramatic and the fairytale tower brought to mind the legends of King Arthur and The Lady of Shallot! Revisiting these memories and hearing the ballad in my father’s language has made me so happy that I just have to reblog the post!


Lake Vyrnwy is a reservoir in Powys, Wales. Its stone-built dam, built in the 1880s, was the first of its kind in the world. It was built for the purpose of supplying Liverpool and the districts later designated as Merseyside with fresh water. (Wikipedia)

What made you smile this week?

For: Nurt Thurs – Serenity Prayer, Night scenes of a sleepless city – Echoes of my neighbourhood 25, WW #66 rocky arch… , Weekly Smile 26 #weeklysmile, Three Things Thursday: June 30, 2016

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safe at the bottom of the rabbit hole!

The Premium subscription to my domain  expires soon. I have been debating the way forward for some time and have decided not to renew it ~ so the Tao of Scrumble blog  will most likely be inaccessible from next Monday, July 4th. It may revert to  but I’m not entirely sure how that will affect the content or my following because the communcation I’ve received the WordPress Happiness Engineer differs from the automated message that keeps popping up, now that the end date is looming. We’ll just have to wait and see ~ how exciting! 😉

I no longer have the same drive that prompted me to start a second blog ~ over the last couple of years life has evolved in ways I could never have predicted, causing me to abandon ‘best laid plans’ more than once. Casual daydreams have remained just that ~ entertaining diversions not destined to become reality. Even some of my long~held beliefs and opinions have been overturned by changing circumstances ~ much to my surprise!

So the title ‘Tao of Scrumble’ doesn’t feel quite as relevant as it did when I was exploring different creative avenues with abandon, hoping to find one that I could shape into a small business. Several years on I’ve  eliminated those crafts which are no longer appealing or possible ~ I can’t even ‘scrumble’ (free~flow knitting and crocheting) for long these days. But rather than mourning unfulfilled ambitions, I’m focusing on activities which work well for me and simply give me joy and I would like to write about them and post photographs.

I briefly considered starting a new blog, with a more appropriate name ~ ‘Tao of Sitting On The Sofa Not Managing Much At All’ maybe? Then I remembered that I already have another blog ~ this one. When I took my first, faltering foray into the blogoshpere it was anonymously on Wightrabbit’s Blog. I haven’t published a post on that one for some time but ~ as you can clearly see ~ it’s still live!

So if Tao of Scrumble does disappear down the rabbit hole next Monday have no fear. Jump after it, like Alice, and you will find me here!


Occupying Darker Days

I’ve always found the Winter months difficult. When I was four, my father was killed in a motorbike accident, eleven days before Christmas. And even though my mother married again and we led a comfortable life, she would sink into depression each year, as British Summertime ended.

So, my memories of Halloween, Bonfire Night, Christmas and Hogmany are bittersweet. They became high points of enforced gaiety, which ~ in my naivety ~ I took as signs that she was ‘better’. But as soon as the 8ft pine Christmas tree was taken down and it’s baubles packed in the attic, her mood would descend back into darkness.

Years later my step~father died in Christmas week and December 8th marks the tenth anniversary of my mother’s death. Although I no longer grieve openly for my three lost parents, the sadness and anxiety that accompanies the ‘Happy’ Holidays has been ever~present.

Until now. Last weekend I was directed to Cathy Brown Sykora’s Rock The Holiday – Challenge Yourself! which began on Monday. I’ve decided to take it up ~ defining some important goals for myself and reporting progress to other members of the group. Turning the sorry season on it’s head and creating wholesome, happy memories instead of wishing that I could be wafted away from all the celebrations to some desert island!

I found this quote on Facebook that sums it up quite neatly:


I’m still working on those personal goals, waiting for the details to crystallise into manageable steps. I do know that, with the rest of my life more or less ordered, I’m going to focus on being kind and gentle with myself, for a change.

I’ll keep you in the loop 🙂

Although I have chosen to link this post to ‘Occupy Blogosphere Thursday’, I plan to compose independent updates from now on. The Occupy Blogosphere movement was started by Amy, author of Souldipper’s Blog, to light up the Blogosphere with a shot of positive energy, each week. To read her most recent post ~ and for more information on how to join in, please click here:



It’s my great pleasure to accept another award ~ The Super Sweet Blogging Award ~ from Susan Jane Jones. Thank you, Susan, I’m honoured that you thought of me.

Now that I’ve solved the conundrum of transferring the logo from her page onto mine, using my iPad, (it wouldnt just ‘copy’, so I had to take a photo and crop away a huge black border,) I have to make the following difficult decisions:

1) COOKIES OR CAKE? Cake……I think……especially if it’s chocolate. If not, cookies will be just fine ~ provided they’re loaded with chocolate!

2) CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? See answer #1. I know it’s really delicate and grown up but vanilla always seems to be a non~flavour to me. Plain. Ordinary. A little bit boring. Not worth the guilt.

3) WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SWEET TREAT? This one is really difficult, it’s not fair to make me choose. But, if forced to, I’d probably plump for Key Lime Pie. Or Lemon Meringue. Maybe Raspberry Pavlova?….. Or, better still, a trendy trio of all three. Failing that, anything made with chocolate, (except for custard ~ that’s just wrong!)

4) WHEN DO YOU CRAVE SWEET THINGS MOST? In the evenings, when it’s dark and no~one can see me sneak that second helping, ha ha! Seriously, I blame my childhood, when I had to eat up all my dinner before I was allowed pudding.

5) IF YOU HAD A SWEET NICKNAME, WHAT WOULD IT BE? The Artist often calls me ‘Sugar’, which is really sweet! 🙂

According to the rules, I’m supposed to honour 13 (a ‘Baker’s Dozen’) other bloggers. But the WordPress ‘ping back’ function didn’t appear to alert all those I nominated for the One Lovely Blog award, over on Tao of Scrumble. So I’ve decided to just throw it open. All the authors of the blogs I follow are deserving of a mention, so if you feel inclined to pick up this award and pass it on, then please feel free.

Meanwhile I’m off to Waitrose, where you’ll find me drooling over their mouthwatering dessert counter. Thanks for that, Susan 😉

Occupy Blogosphere 14

Three weeks ago, in Occupy Blogosphere 11 I wrote about the changes I’d made to our main bedroom; how cosy and inspiring it was. By the time we’d finished, it was too dark to take photographs. I promised myself that I’d post pretty pictures as soon as I could.

But I never got around to it.

I was going to explain why the following week – but events at work incensed me so much, that I wrote posts about that here and here, instead.

Now that the work situation has been resolved, I can return to why I still haven’t shown any photos of our new, improved bedroom.

On the Sunday morning, following the change-around, I woke early and went to the bathroom, looking forward to snuggling back under the duvet for a little while longer. No such luck. As I padded back to bed, my feet got wet. At first I wondered if Summer had left us a liquid calling card – but it didn’t smell of cat wee and she’s never done that before, so I checked the glass of water beside my bed. It was full – that could only mean one thing.

Our bed was leaking!

We’ve slept on water-filled mattresses for more than fifteen years and this is not the first time that one has sprung a leak; the manufacturers include repair outfits, so it’s always a possibility. Contrary to popular belief, a punctured waterbed does not cause a tidal wave, flood the room below or send you surfing down the stairs in your pjs. You can actually unscrew the filler cap and bounce up and down on the bed without spilling a drop. Freaky!

On inspection, ours had clearly been leaking slowly, for a quite a while and the inner lining had scrunched up, allowing collected water to seep through the spongy sides. There was a time when this would have been a major drama but I’ve changed my point of view.

Apart from the fact that I was forced to forego my lie-in, there was no damage – the water hadn’t run through the floorboards, the bedding was only damp around the edges and I was planning to wash the rug anyway. And we’re fortunate enough to have a spare bedroom, with a comfortable double bed – albeit buried under rolls of Christmas paper, winter woollies, piles of clean laundry and the cat who isn’t our cat.

When I thought about it, my over-riding emotion was relief – I’d been fearful of this happening for a while as we’ve repaired it several times already. Martin said he felt the same, adding that now we could go ahead and have the walls in our room plastered. Apparently he’d been figuring out how that could be managed, with the heavy waterbed in situ.

So we’ve decided not to rush ahead and buy a replacement mattress, (unable to locate the source of the leak, we’ve thrown the old one away but kept the base and the drawers.) Instead our friendly plasterer has given us an estimate and agreed to start work in a couple of weeks. Which gives us enough time to prepare – we’ve already started stripping off the polystyrene sheets and lining paper, put up by the former owners. I’ve always wondered what horrors might lurk underneath this but the plasterer pulled off a strip and the walls look sound – bringing the overall cost down, considerably.

A niggling fear has been dismissed and another job will soon be crossed off our ‘to-do’ list. When it comes to decorating the room, we’ll have a smooth canvas and can allow our creativity full rein – we’re already tossing a few ideas around. And – compared to genuine suffering in this world – how lucky are we to own a waterbed; to have sufficient funds set aside for the work, to be fit and able to do some of it ourselves? It’s turning out to be a win/win situation all round.

As I said, I would not always have thought so. There have been times when I focused on the negative, allowing situations to bring me down. Instead I’ve made a conscious decision to accept minor inconveniences like this, as part of the yin/yang of life. I’m ‘going with the flow’, (pardon the pun) and grasping the opportunities that open up.

As a wise friend (The Artist?) once told me, it’s all a matter of perspective.

Use it, or lose it!

Every Thursday we OCCUPY this space, giving this planet a shot of fun, support and positive energy. To learn more about this movement, or to join in, please visit Souldipper’s Blog


Getting Better

For over a week now I’ve been laid low by a sneaky virus.

Persistent dull headache; aching joints and muscles; alternating chills and fever; supersonic sneezing fits; runny nose; prickly eyes; nausea, fatigue and dizziness. I’m sure you get the very unattractive picture. Most frustrating of all is my complete inability to think straight – or think at all, now I come to think of it. I’ve barely been able to cobble together a blog post, other than to publish a Lao Tzu quote on Thursday, for ‘Occupy Blogosphere’ (see previous post.)

As ever, there’s a hidden blessing, in my tale of woe. Even minimal movement left me weak and being forced to rest gave me the opportunity to read and post comments on my favourite blogs – from my sick bed, or wrapped in a fluffy blanket on the recliner in our studio (thank Jobs for iPad!) Then I followed up links to other blogs, by writers in New Zealand, India, Canada, Germany, the United States…. A sot of virtual ‘gap year’, crammed into a few days off work. Excellent!

So, I was delirious very happy to wake up this morning feeling better – not totally restored to robust health just yet – but there is a distinct improvement. This gives me hope that normal brain function will shortly be resumed. (Well, normal for me, anyway.)

Writing this (even on my touch-pad keyboard) has made my the insides of my elbows ache. So I’m going to publish it, pile on thermal layers and venture out into the sunshine in my Secret Courtyard.
Happy Sunday!