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Happy Halloween!

This year we decided to skip Halloween.  Okay, so not entirely skip it but we are not handing out candy nor trick or treating with the kids.  No pumpkin carving either, which will save me from shovelling up a smashed pumpkin like last year.  We are rather spending the night as a family, celebrating it by going to the movies and the kids will wear their costumes too.  It will be fun.

Yesterday they got to dress up as their favourite movie/book character or a hero.  It was so much fun and I think it was a great way for the school to keep from kids dressing gory, bloody and scary.

The kids enjoyed picking and creating their costumes as you will see from few pics below.  They were happy and that's all that matters.  :)

We found this costume under 5 bucks, necklace redone, wig less the 5 bucks.... beads added, free.  :) 

Found these great leather moccasin type slippers at Giant Tiger and added some beads.   

I told him to give me his most serious "Black Night" face! lol

I hope you all have a safe and happy Halloween night.  

Love,

Janette

Do dogs smile?

I had to share this photo.  I have always thought that dogs have this amazing way of bringing a smile to your face.  Their adorable faces are almost intoxicating, as their whiskers pucker up, their eyes twinkle and their little tail gets every so wiggly when they are simply happy to see you.  Just as I have always thought that they too are capable of smiling like humans do.  Not all dogs are happy, so why would they smile.  Some, are unfortunately in dog pounds awaiting the inevitable and I don't even want to imagine those sad faces.  Dogs that have loving families, good food, all the treats in the world with belly rubs they can get - why wouldn't they smile?

Below is my dog Gypsy.  She is almost 5.  I think she has a gorgeous smile.  Don't you?  :)

I hope her smile makes you smile, even if just for a second.  Have a happy Friday. 

Love,

Janette

I will never talk bad....

It was one of those days today, sigh... where my little one (7 years old) totally got away with the stuff he normally doesn't get away with.  Shall I say I've had enough.

The results speak for themselves.  After many tears of what felt to him like the worst punishment in the world, he began writing.  He paused few times, with huge tears of begging mercifully for not make him do this but I insisted.

I told him there is a great lesson to be learned here and he should read those words as he writes them and imprint them into his memory.   "He will never talk bad to his mom again" is hopefully what he learns from this, as for me, well, I've just relived a little piece of my own history.

As he looked up at me few dozen times with those big gorgeous brown tear filled eyes, getting through numbers 32 and 33 out of 100, I simply told him that I loved him very much.

Namaste~

Angels

It was an ordinary Saturday morning waking up was no ordinary deal, getting ready for the  day with early hockey practice and a later out of town game.  I got dressed, grabbed my coffee and decided to head out to our local Bibles for Mission store just down the street.  They always have some little treasures I can find, let it be clothes or house items.

I didn't see anything that grabbed my attention at first but I felt a pull towards their dishes, variety of beautiful odds and ends of porcelain dishes.  I touched nearly every one of them feeling their age and sensing their history.  Some were marked few bucks and some came in sets.  Nothing really stood out so I continued browsing.

Suddenly I came upon this white, thin and delicate porcelain statuette of the Blessed Mother.  She was beautiful.  She just stood there tucked into a quiet corner.  I gently grabbed her and examined her and the price on the ticket said .50 cents.  I simply smiled and said, "you're coming home with me" as I continued to the check out.

Upon further examination as I got home, I noticed the number sequence on the bottom of the statuette.  It reads 6110 Japan Rubens Originals.  I am really not interested in the price of this material idol as She already has a meaning to me by finding her, or shall I say her finding me, but I did in the number sequence.

For anyone who knows my story of the hardships my husband and I endured over the last couple of years with an estate battle over something stupid like money, would know how terribly damaging family affairs such as this can be between people.  Not only between people but damaging also to individuals, on all levels such as your health and especially spiritually.

As finding my special treasure I come to learn that there is a special message in place yet once again, I've stopped listening and seeing, while I am being pulled and called to hear the angels whisper to me what I need to know.

A link relating to seeking the meaning of the 611 has revealed to me the following:

"Keep your thoughts heavenward and let go of materially minded worries.  Ask for help in repairing something in the material world that is irritating or bothering you right now"

As I further dug into the numerology of my find I also discovered this link:  http://sacredscribesangelnumbers.blogspot.ca/2011/10/angel-number-611.html  which led me to understand on a deeper level why She found me and I found her.

Angels work miraculously in guiding us to our deepest desired, thoughts and prayers and give us answers in the best way possible by communicating with us directly in the only way they can.  It is up to you to research what you seek and believe what you must.  Each to their own.

"He who learns must suffer, and, even in our sleep, 

pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, 

and in our own despair, against our will, 

comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God."

- Aeschylus -

My prayers have been answered today, my questions that I seek unveil and will continue to do so as I open up my eyes and ears, but more importantly my soul.  I seek  guidance to heal my heart, find the simple and purest joy of a child within me again and soar with desires and passions on the wings of my angels.

Have a blessed Saturday.

Love,
Janette