A Seed of Hope

Published March 13, 2018 by Incidental Scribe

Last year, at this time, I was a mess. I had lost my best friend of 13 years, my fur baby. Yes I had to put down my dog Lister. I was an emotional wreck and trying to pull myself back together. The vet had sent me a card and when I finally got to opening it there was a beautiful poem about the Rainbow Bridge and a sheet of Forget Me Not seeds. This kind gesture helped a little and I thought planting these flowers will be a nice way to remember him.

Forgetting completely that I do not have a green bone in my body, let alone a green thumb, I set out to get a planter set up on my balcony. With my bucket of soil and seed paper in hand I was ready to tackle this task. Now don’t get me wrong, I knew I had to water it and make sure it got plenty of sun, but that was the maximum knowledge I had about gardening. I felt like the soil needed some fertilizer and thought to myself compost makes a great fertilizer, but I didn’t have a compost heap. Being a McGyver type every now and then my next thought was I’ll just burry my used tea bags in the dirt around the paper and it will surely get the nutrients from that.

A few weeks later something started to grow. I was so excited and couldn’t wait to see the pretty flowers I had received to honour my puppy. A few more days passed and yet there were no flowers to be found. Our area had a really wet spring. My theory is that my poor Forget Me Nots drowned in one or two of our storms. Then what, pray tell, was growing out of my pot?

I started doing research on my plant. I would take pictures of it growing and try to compare it to plants online. Then suddenly it hits me, what if this is from the tea bags? Sure enough Googling tea leaves brought me right to pictures of my plant. Now to figure out what kind of tea I had inadvertently grown. This turn of events made me laugh because Lister didn’t like flowers anyways.

After a few more weeks of growth we had determined it was green tea. The little plant did well and I was able to harvest over ten cups of tea from it. This got me pondering about what other kinds of edibles I could try to grow. I asked for some herbs over Christmas and received as a lovely gift a herb gardening kit and a full out balcony flower kit for this year.

The last few weeks have brought a lot of changes to my work schedule and my life feels really hectic right now but, I have kept focusing on my use of language. I’ve noticed a huge shift in my positivity lately by not complaining, being aware of explitives in my daily conversations and in the end it has really helped me get back to feeling like myself. Now I still have work to do as I need to pay more attention to the tone of my voice, but I feel like these plants are going to help me.

My experiment is going to include talking and using music to help the plants grow. I have planted the herbs as they will be fine inside for a while. The flowers I will start at the end of March and hopefully my thumb will start to turn a little greener. By talking to the plants and focusing on my tone, I am trying to create a zen space. A place where for 5 minutes I can relax and really ground myself and my thoughts and feel slightly connected to the Earth.

I will let you know how my progress grows with this blog and will have some more poems and fictional work up here for you to read. I’m at the stage in my life where I’m really trying to focus on balance and time management because life is about experiences and not the work you do to enjoy those experiences. I am lucky that I get to follow my passion and I have the ability to make time for myself, my friends and my family.

All things considered I feel that I have finally planted the seeds of Hope for 2018 and that it will be my time to shine. Thank you for reading my tale and as I always say, “keep on dreaming.” I know in my heart it is the dreamers that will change this world.

~ The Incidental Scribe


Food for Thought

Published February 25, 2018 by Incidental Scribe

I really love to eat! I exclaim my voice filled with excitement. I know this isn’t the normal response people expect when they ask me to list my hobbies. It is however one that cannot be ignored. For when I wake up I’m making lists in my head of all the wonderful, exciting, mouth watering things I will be able to enjoy throughout the day. If you want to make my night a spontaneous trip out to get snacks or dessert will put me into ecstasy.

I really love to eat! Ask me a favourite memory and I’ll regale you with stories from my childhood, when we would plant a vegetable garden in the spring. All season I would wait in breathless anticipation for that year’s harvest to be ready. I can still taste the cucumbers and green beans fresh off the vine. My poor father would have to remind me that he would like to be able to take some in for mom to cook. Being in town now I don’t get to plant my own garden anymore, but I still get excited shopping for fresh produce.

I really love to eat! Searching through recipe books and websites looking at all the endless possibilities of meals I could make. Salivating while I discover I have the ingredients to try to take of some of these dishes and make them my own. Perfecting my baking, broiling, roasting or slow cooking skills gives me a thrill like no other. Sharing my creations with others gives me a sense of pride. Mainly I’m just excited to mow down with them after slaving away in front of the stove.

I really love to eat! I make sandwiches for a living, but I’m always curious where my company is getting its ingredients. Or discovering what is actually in a particular bread, is the tuna sustainably fished, do we get produce from our own country? Yes…good because these things are important to me. I want to be able to enjoy these foods for a long time and protecting our environment will play a huge part in that. When I get my free meal at the end of the day I want to know it was made with wholesome goodness. Look at my history and understand my passion because when you ask me why I care don’t be surprised by the answer...

I really love to eat!

~ The Incidental Scribe

Drowned Brain

Published February 23, 2018 by Incidental Scribe

Day 2 and 3 of focusing on my language use was derailed by bad decisions. I don’t want you to think I purposely chose to be negative or that I just decided to say to heck with being positive. No, day 2 saw the insertion of a substance that always ruins my conversational efforts. This substance will be the main focus of this article. Yes I’m talking about my old friend and enemy, alcohol.

Day 2 of trying to rewire my brain with positive speech patterns started off well. I was focused and feeling powerful. Wednesdays I host karaoke at my local bar and I felt great. Music is my passion in life and I love sharing it with others. I feel song choices can tell you a lot about people and what they are feeling. It’s expressive, fun and as I said had me in a great mood. Enter my first error in the form of my best friend.

Don’t get me wrong I love (for the purpose of this blog we’ll call her Lola) to death, yet as my best friend I have a hard time sticking to my boundaries with her. If I’ve done something close to reckless Lola has been involved. So of “all the gin joints in all the world, she has to walk into mine.” Granted I had dropped off my fiance to hang out with her earlier, therefore it should not have been a surprise to see her. Yet when she suggested drinking after karaoke I should’ve said no.

Alcohol and I have a love-hate relationship and I know that once I start drinking with friends I have a hard time saying no and stopping when I should. Lola knows this too, but feels the shenanigans we get into is worth the risk of dealing with me. So the second mistake I made was saying, “yes drinking sounds like an awesome idea.”

So the booze was flowing, we were all joking around and then I felt like it was time to unload all my daily resentments by jokingly stating them. Rotten choice number three. Now to be fair I don’t remember this, Lola and the fiance filled me in the next day. The things I said were mean, negative and not funny at all. I have no filter when drinking and I honestly feel awful that I am a negative-Nelly. Is this really the type of person that I am deep down?

I know that I am not, so I have made my apologies to those involved and we are all moving on. I promised to myself that I would discuss some of the things I said with a clear sober mind as they need to be discussed, but not spit out in a drunken haze where there is no thought placed in the conversation. I feel like this was an important lesson in trying to improve my positivity. I accepted responsibility for my actions and I acknowledged changes need to be made. Both are huge steps on this journey.

Day 3 I will admit I felt like I had a hangover sent from the depths of Hell. Trying not to complain went out the window. I was exhausted, sore and cranky. I was not being positive. Yet, by the time I was supposed to DJ rolled around I had pulled myself out of the funk. I was not going to let two days be completely ruined by my choices.

We all have the power to choose and accept responsibility for those choices. The consequences are our own and this is what the last two days have taught me. Today is just getting to a start for this night owl, but I already feel I’ll be able to use the last few days as learning tools. Now that my brain is no longer drowning in spirits, I think I will improve my chances in succeeding in rewiring my brain.

~ The Incidental Scribe

The Journey to Rewire my Brain

Published February 21, 2018 by Incidental Scribe

I have to admit I’ve been feeling down lately. I’ve been cyncial, jaded and just an all around negative nelly. This is not who I normally am, so I decided it was time to take a step back and figure out why I was in such a state.

The first thing I wanted to focus on was my language. The way we speak and the things we say actually effects our brains. Just like the words we hear can change the way we think. I needed to start rewiring my brain and the only way to do it was to start at the basics.

I wanted to capture my progress as I feel I may have to look back on these methods many times. It is easy with so many thoughts being thrown at us via social media to have our brains go out of alignment. I want a reminder to myself that I can get back to a happier more positive me. So today was day one of this journey and I have all ready discovered so much.

First and foremost I noticed I swear a lot. Now I’m all for using explitives when needed, but I don’t know when I started using them as every day sentence fillers. I feel the negativity of swear words taints my sentences and may put others on edge. To start the rewiring process if I swore I tried to find a word to replace it. If there wasn’t one then I noted to myself that the curse word was not needed. This also became a linguist exercise as I tried to find more words in my vocabulary to fill the spaces swearing had created. Swearing wasn’t the only culprit I found today.

The second negative language faux pas I discovered was using insults in a joking manner. Calling people names has become acceptable as a means of joking with friends, yet it seems to me we are still being hurtful. Calling my fiance an idiot because he said something I don’t agree with is not funny. It’s not endearing at all. This is another form of communication we’ve become brain washed into accepting. All my friends and the characters on TV talk to each other this way, why shouldn’t I? The reason is it all comes down to respect. If you truly care about someone and respect them you shouldn’t call them names period. When I felt like calling them a name I paused, thought is it necessary and tried to find a sentence to communicate what I was feeling when I wanted to “jokingly” insult them.

Lastly for today another huge effect on my thought process is complaining. Sometimes I see or hear people complaining and then I will start complaining to feel like I’m part of the group. When really I should be turning my frustrations into appreciative thoughts. For example the weather was pretty horrible today. So yes I acknowledged that I was frustrated having to walk in it to work. I can’t change the weather so complaining about it will do me no good. Instead I thought at least it’s warm so the walk isn’t too bad. By turning the thought into an appreciative thought it made my walk so much better.

There are things I complain about that I can change and I realized that I have two options when it comes to those matters. I can either change them or live with them. Complaining about them will not make them any better. We need to just stop being negative because let’s be honest…no one wants to hear it.

These are just a few of the issues I noticed with my thought process and speech today. I’m hoping to keep working on them tomorrow and tackling new ones as they arrive. I will also keep you up to date on any new progress I see within myself. So wish me luck because the more good vibes there are out there the better this world will be.

~ The Incidental Scribe

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Pleading Heart

Published February 19, 2018 by Incidental Scribe

You can paint me in colours as you see fit

My reputation is on a stage for all to view

The damage is done so should I just quit

Or just sit back and let you all stew

I’ve never been a quitter I always thrive

But now my heart is a vast tangled mess

Is it really living if you just survive

Just because others say so should I expect less

Battling between my mind and soul

Love shouldn’t be this chaotic and scattered

There was a time when we made each other whole

Now everything we know has been shattered

Please don’t give up on me just yet dear

I will always rise from the hottest of flames

Don’t let them turn you against me in fear

In the end we will be stronger if we can’t be the same

~ The Incidental Scribe

The Look

Published February 16, 2018 by Incidental Scribe

You see me. As I stand in this crowded space with everyone clamouring for attention, you don’t just look at me you see me.

The instant you walk in the room I feel you. It’s like an instant connection, your soul calls to mine. Mine responds and in that instant the rest of the world slips away.

This isn’t love. I’m not some school girl who has a crush. This is deeper, this is two hearts beating perfectly in time. Two souls dancing together to music no one else hears. Two beings trying to remember some part of a past life that has bound them together.

In reality the party is over, the music has died, the lights are on and everybody is leaving. As the one I am here with hands me my coat and your partner grabs your arm, you cast me one last glance. The moment is over and although I try to grasp it one more time. There is no going back. We’ve past the point of no return.

Our time is done.
Did you feel the same thing? Or did I imagine it all? I’ll never know… reality trumps the dream. You have your life and I have mine. Our souls may meet again, but in this life they must be apart. Our hearts are spoken for. The next time we run into each other please don’t look at me.

Eternal Twilight

Published October 2, 2017 by Incidental Scribe

As the sun sets her weary head and the moon prepares his brightest smile

It is between these phases of the day that I contemplate life for awhile

My soul wants to run like a lupine to gnash its teeth and howl at the moon

To dance over streams and prowl through the forest but the sun she awakes too soon

The night calls to me like a vampire softly begging me to come and play

And why not I ask when I work all night and sleep my life away all day

My heart it yearns for adventure to escape along cool foggy streets

Or perhaps just a wild passionate thrill ride between some black silky sheets

The supernatural and dark appeal to me with their mysterious and twisted ways

As twilight comes every fiber of my being prepares for our favourite time of day.

Because I know when my feet are weary and my mind decides it’s time to roam

I can always follow the raven he knows just how to lead me home

~The Incidental Scribe