tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83790466877921359752024-02-19T21:04:55.009-08:00HAIKU LIFE OF ANGELIKAI write about my private and literary life. I compose haiku and this year have started writing tanka. My first love and joy is still haiku. I never leave the house without my pencil in my topnot. I am grateful to Serge Tome for being the first editor to publish me and for his encouragement since 2000, when i first started writing haiku. The wonderful island on which i live gives me daily inspiration. I am truly happy and blessed to be living here. " Wie Gott in Frankreich."Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-10419571842172725852010-08-29T02:01:00.000-07:002010-08-29T02:06:34.168-07:00EVERETT LEESONMy Mother lost her best friend and companion. He will be missed. He was 89 and turning 90 on NoveMBERO 23. He took a drink and stopped, closed his eyes and died. He died at Happy Hour and he would have been glad to go that way!<div><br /></div><div>here is the haiku i wrote for him</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> In the sunny garden</div><div> she holds his hand now cold</div><div> for the last time</div>Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-67819637780959902662010-06-25T01:13:00.000-07:002010-06-25T01:35:55.480-07:00back again a from bipolar episode<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">WELL IT HAS BEEN 2 YEARS SINCE I HAVE WRITTEN!!!!</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">i HAVE BEEN ILL WITH DEPRESSION AND COLON CANCER!</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">i AM JUST FINE NOW.</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Thanks be to God</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Every bipolar episode has it's prize. It is a time on inertia during the depressive period. This (normal) period is one of discovery in all aspects of my life. I may switch to a newer medication that works better than i have been on these past few weeks. I will try Lithium, which is the only one so far dedicated to the illness and has worked well for years.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>I never thought cancer was something that i would have to attend with.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>A million kisses of haiku to all the people, medical and lay who have helped me!</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>CANCER HAIKU</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">In the cemetary</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">around the headstone</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">first snow drops</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Scent of see weed</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">drifts into the graveyard</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">he walks alone</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div>Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-49492570042821280242008-06-04T14:48:00.000-07:002008-06-04T14:48:51.865-07:00Haiku world of Angelika: GALSAN TSCHINAG<a href="http://haikupoetryangelikakolompar.blogspot.com/2006/10/galsan-tschinag.html">Haiku world of Angelika: GALSAN TSCHINAG</a>Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-11366741803527677242008-06-04T14:47:00.000-07:002008-06-04T14:47:40.318-07:00Haiku world of Angelika: #DRAGON BOAT IN FLENSBURG, GERMANY<a href="http://haikupoetryangelikakolompar.blogspot.com/2006/10/dragon-boat-in-flensburg-germany.html">Haiku world of Angelika: #DRAGON BOAT IN FLENSBURG, GERMANY</a>Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-14176299647356925012008-06-04T14:46:00.000-07:002008-06-04T14:46:52.264-07:00Haiku world of Angelika: #POLO IN FLENSBURG<a href="http://haikupoetryangelikakolompar.blogspot.com/2006/10/polo-in-flensburg.html">Haiku world of Angelika: #POLO IN FLENSBURG</a>Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-81595924815918768672008-06-04T14:44:00.000-07:002008-06-04T14:44:21.199-07:00Haiku world of Angelika: #BALTIC HORSE SHOW IN KIEL<a href="http://haikupoetryangelikakolompar.blogspot.com/2006/10/baltic-horse-show-in-kiel.html">Haiku world of Angelika: #BALTIC HORSE SHOW IN KIEL</a>Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-56042378442389267532008-03-20T07:48:00.000-07:002008-03-20T08:41:08.671-07:00HAPPRY RAT SPRING 2008<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4yO-DF95O5U0_LyJOwzJLiLmZ7B73RUMcOv-0ntf1cIAUYXcnyFwsj3uvlipFNAZXGaV5IJks0Kofx5tXphf1pt-KBC9YKSwPQz1XG89_iTVD9HUxv2ulFw-06BfJGRauxtKxlnQX9AI/s1600-h/CHINESE+NEW+YEAR+026.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4yO-DF95O5U0_LyJOwzJLiLmZ7B73RUMcOv-0ntf1cIAUYXcnyFwsj3uvlipFNAZXGaV5IJks0Kofx5tXphf1pt-KBC9YKSwPQz1XG89_iTVD9HUxv2ulFw-06BfJGRauxtKxlnQX9AI/s400/CHINESE+NEW+YEAR+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179849302203137474" /></a><br />Welcome to Spring, well officially anyway. It is Spring to me when the first Snowdrops appear in early January. Now there are all of the Spring bubls out.<br /><br />My dragon boat team has been going out on Wednesday nights and how nice it has been on clear nights to look up and see the stars and look back at the lights of the island. We may be able to see our breath, but we are ever warm from the energy we extert out there.<br /><br />My family celebrates Easter this week-end. An North European custom is that one gets a new suit of clothes to wear...well i like that one very much and a new Easter Sunday new hat to wear to church too. I am still not near my fat-loss ideal weight yet, so i don't want to buy more than one outfit anyway. My fellow friends with Diabetes have the same problem with weight gain. Oma says the only way to deal with this is to get a zipper for one's mouth....LOL My latest readings suggest more fiber, more fiber. Ian says that i need to climb stairs a couple of times a day. I do try, but the medications that i take add bulk to my small frame too. And i adore my food and wine so much!!!!!!!! Ray suggests that i drink more coffee to increase my slow metabolism !!! That might be the best idea so far...painless and so enjoyable, especially when he makes me a cup with his new Italian coffee maker and serves it from his new/antique French hand-painted cups.<br /><br />The International Wine Festival in Vancouver was a treat for me. I mainly tasted Sparkling wines and a few highly rated Italian reds. I met the two leading Marchesi wine growers and enjoyed my chats with them, with a promise that i would visit thier wineyards soon.<br /><br />Mischi and Bling are sheading more hair now and i brush and comb them a couple of times a day. They enjoy sitting out in the sun now.<br /><br />I was asked to enter 3 haiku in an Italian contest, but i could not find a friend to translate them into italian properly using 5-7-5 on time.<br /><br />Here they are:<br /><br />A blue snow and sky<br />the morning rays of sun caught<br />in an icy web<br /><br />I did the above after seeing Ottmar Libert's blog where he had posted one of his photos of an icy Santa Fe morning.<br /><br />A grey sea and sky<br />blue irises turn violet<br />in the deep night<br /><br />Above the cedars<br />a Mother eagle hovers<br />scent of herring<br /><br />A few others:<br /><br />A full face tonight<br />the female patient prays<br />her womb still empty<br /><br />Winter day<br />an inch of new growth<br />in the snow<br /><br />The dragon boaters<br />watch the eagles mate<br />Spring sunshine<br /><br />On the dead tree<br />8 eagle sit and wait<br />a smell of herring<br /><br />Many fishing boats are now in the harbour and the odour of fresh herring pervades the bay.<br /><br />Greetings from my island home<br /><br />Happy Spring to you<br /><br />AngelikaAngelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-34295353700074382032008-02-07T05:11:00.000-08:002008-02-07T05:48:24.559-08:00YEAR OF THE RAT<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOlWfC5l7Oqs0oLKngDRX5n2fJy3WhhKxKFSzocFNFlQ9EWZUQpL2KZo-kj542ygzZwwLOM3Y2_fA8MjV0BC2Xg6HmS2nfNM-cvq1dJi9Rvzs-HLtqYBSWO7AOo7MpFWOdkJUDB6W77ew/s1600-h/JAN+2008+032.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOlWfC5l7Oqs0oLKngDRX5n2fJy3WhhKxKFSzocFNFlQ9EWZUQpL2KZo-kj542ygzZwwLOM3Y2_fA8MjV0BC2Xg6HmS2nfNM-cvq1dJi9Rvzs-HLtqYBSWO7AOo7MpFWOdkJUDB6W77ew/s400/JAN+2008+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164234573900162290" /></a><br />Today is the start of The Rat year, 4706.<br /><br />I was born in a Rat Year.<br /><br />I have most of the good and not so good aspects. Some good ones are: charming, passionate, practical, hardworking, intelligent, quick witted, well yes i liek tot hink i have these. Not so good are: greedy, miserly, secretive. But it says i will give all to those i love, yes that is true. Especially Monkey or Dragon peple with blue irises, and of course Rat persons with dark eyes like mine!!<br /><br />Oma will call soon and tell me the never-ending story of my birth. The Baltic was pounding at the house, there were no lights, no power. I was born in candle light. At day break my Mother saw me for the first time. A wild Viking scream filled the room. What is that, take IT away, she yelled. Well, i was covered in balck hair, had black darting eyes. Yes, i looked like a rat. Every morning the midwife would find a rat curled up with me in my cradle. They could not keep it away, well they brough in a huge cat and that was the end of the poor, wee rat. All of this is the truth!!!<br /><br />My family will go out for a Chinese meal today. i am the only single person, so i will get more of the "Lucky Money" red envelopes. Greedy old me!!!!<br /><br />It is traditional in China to buy new shoes and clothes, and get a haircut. I will do all that today. Chinese Wu clan colours are red and black, as are the First Nations clans here on the island. My artist friend Sandra designs wonderful First Nations capes in those colours. There is a Red night at the art gallery. I have given them Sandra, HER art and MY haiku cards to display. <br /><br /> Perhaps someone will buy some....greedy again!!!<br /><br />Some haiku and tanka<br />Free form, not 5-7-5 or 5-7-5-7-7...just too lazy this morning.<br /><br />Wild Baltic night<br />the baby covered in hair<br />a woman's screamm<br /><br />A Rat-woman<br />searching for a Dragon-man<br />must have blue irises<br /><br />Chinese New Year<br />red packets of money<br />on her door-step<br />she rushes to the mall<br />and calls her hairdresser<br /><br />Her beloved cats<br />born in the<br />Dragon, Monkey and Rat years<br /><br />Have a wonderful Rat year.<br /><br /> Mozart and Shakespear were Rat persons, no wonder i love them so much!!!Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-37767709908261247002008-02-05T07:57:00.000-08:002008-02-05T08:22:06.819-08:00CARNIVAL TIME<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpZGlQIgyBLTlbNzCA-jL62ubb-ZfkMkUmRaZOo2ZU00A71HaXLoJl42CXGkLOGQGFIkIpjP68sW1sqyqBd3t1WEB8SgMK4Ln0WyPS1jOugUoThyphenhyphengb8-ydvWomgWxBP4vhnklzOzJo5h4/s1600-h/DSC00846.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpZGlQIgyBLTlbNzCA-jL62ubb-ZfkMkUmRaZOo2ZU00A71HaXLoJl42CXGkLOGQGFIkIpjP68sW1sqyqBd3t1WEB8SgMK4Ln0WyPS1jOugUoThyphenhyphengb8-ydvWomgWxBP4vhnklzOzJo5h4/s400/DSC00846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163530564335838434" /></a><br />It is Carnival time and today is the last day. Shrove Tuesday is always fun...all those big, fat pancakes with maple syrup here in Canada. Here on the island not much is realy going on. I will make pancakes for myself, Mischi and Bling. I have a mask i made last year.<br /><br />I heard that a man in Rio fell under a foat and died. All that crowing adn drinking, well the poor man had fun until the last moment of his life. My prayers go out to his family and friends. "Moderation in all things" is not in affect during Carnival.<br /><br />My Nordic Uncle went to Carnival in Southern Germany, when he was young and did not return until the Summer.<br /><br />Shrove Tuesday<br />pancake after pancake<br />scent of maple syrup<br /><br />Carnival floats<br />song, dance and beads<br /> rainbow on her neck<br /><br />Behind her mask<br />her brown eyes blue<br />Carnival magic<br /><br />Grey sea and sky<br />rain on the cedars<br />on the intenet<br />Carnival in Rio<br />colour, music and SambaAngelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-73414792754391974922008-01-03T06:44:00.000-08:002008-01-03T07:46:21.980-08:00HAPPY NEW YEAR OF THE RAT 2008<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-RDjKophyiwegwlDROjt1Z5YQJFM4TZg6MOWHudUB6aa3YTpIdcBe4NS9cGo-dKnGBDwsPAF9JbCNFmP3wMVeAjqzukgkz1KcVhL4NIagmWPxUOA24u9chwY8rq5ZDdpB-8giymDWzHM/s1600-h/XMAS+2007+009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-RDjKophyiwegwlDROjt1Z5YQJFM4TZg6MOWHudUB6aa3YTpIdcBe4NS9cGo-dKnGBDwsPAF9JbCNFmP3wMVeAjqzukgkz1KcVhL4NIagmWPxUOA24u9chwY8rq5ZDdpB-8giymDWzHM/s400/XMAS+2007+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151277092384023202" /></a><br />I am keeping the 12 days of Christmas, so my decorations will stay up until January 6. My NOBO haiku group has exchanged the Japanese traditional greeting card (Nengaijyou). about 60 of us have done this. There is wonderful creativity in these cards. Some are hand-made and all have a New Year haiku on them together with the Japanese New Year greeting (*Akemashite Omedetou Gozaimasu*) It is great fun to receive these cards each morning. We are an international group of haiku poets and the stamps alone are wondeful. I have been a member of NOBO ( Shiki) since 2000 and have made some dear friends during these past 7 years. The old Shiki and the current NOBO haiku are kept on-line, so it is nice to see them for the last 7 years. The on-line data base is housed in Japan. Do have a look. This is the YEAR of the Rat. I was born in a Rat year, so this year will be special for me!!!! I wish you all a wonderful year, especially my Rat friends!!!! My New Year haiku I sent this one to all NOBO memebers: Midnight bells Rat chases Pig into the night I woke up to the sound of power saws yesterday. The city workers were sawing down two wonderful, old Weeping Wilow trees. I was very destressed. These were wonderful tress with a bench under one of them that i sit on and look out over the sea very often. I will call the city to see why this was done as soon as thier office opens today. Chinese New Year starts on February 7. I always take my family for a Chinese buffet on that day. Weeping willow trees only stumps remain sound of saws The Wheeping willow she sits under it as her tears fall Danish Christmas dinner -- the smell of red cabbage and a fat goose rice pudding with cherry sauce fat marzipan pig prize At 12:01 he sits in last year's bath water<br /><OBJECT class=BLOG_video_class id=BLOG_video-58eae2022a47d6c8 height=266 width=320 contentId="58eae2022a47d6c8"></OBJECT>Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-72572726851323088172007-12-24T05:54:00.000-08:002007-12-24T06:14:19.423-08:00HAPPY CHRISTMAS SEASON<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgniKRWiWrCougsclzw4zjk33FCUyDPujogJ8BkblBYUgnP16cHHpkeoqr1-5hpTLFcU7Gz-VjLkSueKE_cAm5fThyphenhyphenZ9HBj9ZejvHNCJ49rpCnnzsNJ_erlZZ7rZn7L1A_zpyXdCmpshdk/s1600-h/DSC00658.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgniKRWiWrCougsclzw4zjk33FCUyDPujogJ8BkblBYUgnP16cHHpkeoqr1-5hpTLFcU7Gz-VjLkSueKE_cAm5fThyphenhyphenZ9HBj9ZejvHNCJ49rpCnnzsNJ_erlZZ7rZn7L1A_zpyXdCmpshdk/s400/DSC00658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147542272144779346" /></a><br />I wish you all a wonderful holiday season.<br /><br />My family celebrates a Danish Christmas with goose and red cabbage. Dessert is a rice pudding with an almond in it. Whoever gets the almond wins the marzipan pig.<br /><br />It is Bling's first Christmas, so he is having fun crawling into the boxes and trying to climb up the two Christmas trees in the house. Mischi, being more used to all the glitter and fun is quite calm.<br /><br />WE had a bit of snow, but it did not stay. Too warm in this rainforest.<br /><br />In the snow<br />foot prints melt<br />in the sun<br /><br />Snow on cedars<br />in the rainforest<br />it slowly washes away<br /><br />A new nutcraker<br />i wait at midnight<br />where is the prince<br /><br />In the harbour<br />boats with Christmas lights<br />sail slowly by<br /><br />Christmas buffet<br />too many choices<br />sound of groaning<br /><br />In the church<br />His light bright tonight <br />Christmas timeAngelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-30867037557487762682007-11-03T08:25:00.000-07:002007-11-03T08:58:13.861-07:00HAPPY NOVEMBER<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjseXGrVYcGoxMzbAmWmEC25sE5SoWs-_RLpjm1ZiTnhaDifuKrdBJvaQTUNEcLwjeiPQ0HbeBsRYPdjByLOfRswIUVOTeLaGyn0Vnza29DtD6mIZNbTFImAmPWFCse0oousD6vIQuc2GA/s1600-h/071021+Fall+colours+near+Duncan+019.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjseXGrVYcGoxMzbAmWmEC25sE5SoWs-_RLpjm1ZiTnhaDifuKrdBJvaQTUNEcLwjeiPQ0HbeBsRYPdjByLOfRswIUVOTeLaGyn0Vnza29DtD6mIZNbTFImAmPWFCse0oousD6vIQuc2GA/s400/071021+Fall+colours+near+Duncan+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128643653734224034" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcGGXhJE_9efe-AZ3OC9lUma7h1ZxfJDkcz9qUkCEgz3COeOoGb2WwegJ8KWucUYyc2Xv4Cti5TAEcSrL9egh4uRE-Hc3l_ViEW3TLAgVRw2J8RMlRRsIQMPsthlZjyd8D6tr2wmSeRW4/s1600-h/071021+Fall+colours+near+Duncan+014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcGGXhJE_9efe-AZ3OC9lUma7h1ZxfJDkcz9qUkCEgz3COeOoGb2WwegJ8KWucUYyc2Xv4Cti5TAEcSrL9egh4uRE-Hc3l_ViEW3TLAgVRw2J8RMlRRsIQMPsthlZjyd8D6tr2wmSeRW4/s400/071021+Fall+colours+near+Duncan+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128643378856317074" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy786zttoxViNLtvbpu8aV6va11zD6RJ0pYpa0LSoQXqlpCmJPh9LjEKyFy81DsDclVh_vYO2T4HxQC-wyJi3kRVCqcB838_YcK-wy_PtByz_xARdaQHnAVOO_VAXwJCV_bL4u4sHCJx4/s1600-h/071021+Fall+colours+near+Duncan+018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy786zttoxViNLtvbpu8aV6va11zD6RJ0pYpa0LSoQXqlpCmJPh9LjEKyFy81DsDclVh_vYO2T4HxQC-wyJi3kRVCqcB838_YcK-wy_PtByz_xARdaQHnAVOO_VAXwJCV_bL4u4sHCJx4/s400/071021+Fall+colours+near+Duncan+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128643142633115778" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcy5NG8SnJ0gDnX2UtqWGZZD0WthqadOYcYjAf9tKCaES8eikKONBynhubQPWVdJJQtv3pmj6dx40e3EGJa-Hs2NPMXntaySqlk8YbfsG_VEnXBVU0oeYABJqhTusn1hB4bjXV-vRjapY/s1600-h/071021+Fall+colours+near+Duncan+017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcy5NG8SnJ0gDnX2UtqWGZZD0WthqadOYcYjAf9tKCaES8eikKONBynhubQPWVdJJQtv3pmj6dx40e3EGJa-Hs2NPMXntaySqlk8YbfsG_VEnXBVU0oeYABJqhTusn1hB4bjXV-vRjapY/s400/071021+Fall+colours+near+Duncan+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128642889230045298" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirerpMybLkRoz6sR1M1cClO7OVXhyphenhyphenS2-dY57Zbz5xBBPnBtMcXH9y9vhdK5-s_a6haV5Au5-NN5nEt8rsquyHyZBJi8nzwPum5YWMsxoBZTazhqyVhUsCtEZQnLDKO_r7zxmlp73Gfvik/s1600-h/071021+Fall+colours+near+Duncan+008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirerpMybLkRoz6sR1M1cClO7OVXhyphenhyphenS2-dY57Zbz5xBBPnBtMcXH9y9vhdK5-s_a6haV5Au5-NN5nEt8rsquyHyZBJi8nzwPum5YWMsxoBZTazhqyVhUsCtEZQnLDKO_r7zxmlp73Gfvik/s400/071021+Fall+colours+near+Duncan+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128642541337694306" /></a><br />Ah, November is here...it has always been my favourite month along with December, for selfish reasons. My birthday and that of my soul-mates who are also fellow Sags.<br />A few are scattered around the world. My wish is to have a huge party one year and invite them all to Hawai'i with me so we can all celebrate our birthdays together there. Christmas officially begins in Honolulu right after Thanks giving with the Santa parade. The large hotels do a wonderful job in decorating. Yes, it is a wonderful time!!<br /><br />My friend Ian MacDougall has shot a few very nice photos on Vancouver Island for you to see here.<br /><br />Winter begins on December 22, so there are still many weeks of Autumn left to enjoy this colourful season.<br /><br />Some tanka and haiku for Autumn:<br /><br />Trees from Italy<br />yellow leaves falling<br />near the cedars<br /><br />In the midst <br />of yellow and red leaves<br />a palm tree<br /><br />The black kitten<br />chases a grey squirrel<br />in the misty garden<br /><br />Purple leaves<br />of a tree in a field<br />i know not what kind<br /><br />Autumn cranberries<br />beyond ripe for picking<br />bird's food supply <br />for the coming Winter<br />full of vitamin C<br /><br />A county lane<br />fencing the horses in<br />Autumn sunshine<br /><br />On the lonely path<br />red and gold leaves <br />she walks on them<br />crunching in delight<br />with a giggle too<br /><br />In the distance<br />mountains now touched with<br />the first snows of Winter<br />nature has left her<br />first mark behindAngelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-37571264614496204292007-10-10T05:16:00.000-07:002007-10-10T05:44:26.681-07:00NEW MAN IN MY LIFE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhInzimHjrVwgYKYAgiLZFoz-Zyudd59q0CMwoVEvMndN9BEaNJxA5hsBEXyu2z_PALizkxgHZMfGwyUlD2gvNp-tW-QudTHAlVr5X0f2K8JdQ6nVTeeoBUiD4PmpkKDCglMu3kANVRC3c/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhInzimHjrVwgYKYAgiLZFoz-Zyudd59q0CMwoVEvMndN9BEaNJxA5hsBEXyu2z_PALizkxgHZMfGwyUlD2gvNp-tW-QudTHAlVr5X0f2K8JdQ6nVTeeoBUiD4PmpkKDCglMu3kANVRC3c/s400/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119687956289293394" /></a><br />He has black hair and large emerald eyes. He is taking up all my free time. He will not leave my pc alone. He sleeps on my pillow, not his own. He sleep most of the day and eats for the rest. HIs hair is so very soft and long and i wonder if he will loose it like so many men. We do not speak the same language so it is a bit hard to communicate fully. He has very high cheak bones and his eyes have a Mongolian slant to the. Perhaps he is part Hungarian like me? The two males next door speak the same language, so he goes over to Raymond's house a few times a day.<br />Mischi hisses at him and swats him when he passes by her. He likes to share my coffee too much. He is already hyper, so i try and keep him from doing that. He is very noisy and has looked in all my closets. He has a fondness for shoes, especially designer ones. So, he is a bit vain or perhaps just has a taste for the finer things in life. To celebrate his moving into my house i served my usual celebration bottle or two of Veuve Clicquot and smoked salmon sandwiches, well he did not like the bubbly, but eat most of the salmon. He enjoys my many silk kimona very much, perhaps he is part oriental in orientation. He also has insommnia as i do, but he will not take any sleeping mediction. It is early days yet, i do hope he will fit in with the rest of my household soon. His name is Jet. I love him very much indeed!<br /><br />HIs black hair shines<br />in the Autumn misty day<br />sounds of hissing<br /><br />On my silk kimona<br />many long black hairs<br /> rustle of old silk<br /><br />We share a glass<br />of the old bubbly wine<br />in Irish glasses<br /><br />Mischi, the old female<br />her blue-green eyes flash<br />at his large emerald ones<br /><br /> My blue silk pillow<br />a new shiny black head now<br />little room for mine<br /><br />In the long dark night<br />a new heart beat next to mine<br />i go to sleep with a smileAngelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-32227630446383977162007-09-23T03:47:00.000-07:002007-09-23T04:18:23.116-07:00TODAY IS AUTUMN (AKI)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigMisG_X4TSf1VDBmlcAx3EyY0gyh4iikSbds-vyHO3FiKWjsOoDDqpjxzyBIuMZZSK9x1-FL2S-a3FBoekLhvo3emDbcv_6c_opmzEqY7svENGo7QelKVQQThpbcIOCp6C25ufiCGKR0/s1600-h/00260024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigMisG_X4TSf1VDBmlcAx3EyY0gyh4iikSbds-vyHO3FiKWjsOoDDqpjxzyBIuMZZSK9x1-FL2S-a3FBoekLhvo3emDbcv_6c_opmzEqY7svENGo7QelKVQQThpbcIOCp6C25ufiCGKR0/s400/00260024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113357274016842322" /></a><br />I woke up very early this morning for some reason. I have actually slept 7 hours a night for the last couple of months, not today. I then realised it is the first day of Autumn.<br /><br />Autumn always gives me a restless feeling, perhaps itis my Maygyar DNA. An urge to go off to Winter hunting grounds?<br /><br />For weeks now it look as if someone has used a paint brush on the trees and bushes during the night. The old oak trees have rusty leaves and the acorns are on the ground.<br /><br />I found an interesting and useful piece of rock art. Rocks have spaces where you put tea lights inside them. They warm the rocks...a wonderful spot to put cold bare feet.<br /><br />I have never been to Eastern Canada or the USA for Autumn and one day i really must go and see all those red Maple trees. We do not have mnay of them here.<br /><br />Autumn haiku and tanka<br /><br />Rusting oak trees<br />guarding the harbour entrace<br />spaces to see through now<br /> the ships pass behind them<br />to Alaska and Vancouver<br /><br />Red and yellow leaves<br />float on the blue ocean<br />where do they journey to<br />if i were an insect small<br />could i catch a ride<br /><br />On this pacific island<br />reds and yellow leaves <br />foat here and settle there<br />i feel ready to travel<br />with them right now<br /><br />A weeping willow<br />still full of green leaves<br />the old man's memories<br /><br />The old man<br />lights a Churchill<br />to keep wasps away<br /><br />Half the boats<br />in the harbour now gone<br />more space for my dragonboat<br />to reach the other island<br /><br />In Mother's garden<br />sound of many crickets<br />singing old songs<br /><br />In the kitchen<br />a cricket in a cage<br />keeping Aki timeAngelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-83399919576335250272007-09-16T09:03:00.000-07:002007-09-16T09:44:59.427-07:00FROHES GEBURSTAG MELITTA UND MAYA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuiKqvwvIHdop6HlwpsliSQH2Ap-rNYQWleOx-VkNX_lvK4A13AWI7XYECiBarcnD6tzR7VQjPsGk3Rl12n_pNjHmAMyOf7b_tTFGjBCVVgTypvgNkIDErSbF7HkIi1ayv5FNELFuFwqs/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110841515826929218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuiKqvwvIHdop6HlwpsliSQH2Ap-rNYQWleOx-VkNX_lvK4A13AWI7XYECiBarcnD6tzR7VQjPsGk3Rl12n_pNjHmAMyOf7b_tTFGjBCVVgTypvgNkIDErSbF7HkIi1ayv5FNELFuFwqs/s400/DSC00273.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Two very special birthdays to the Ladies that are so very import to me!!</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Normally Sagittarian and Virgo do not really get along.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Well, not true at all.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Both have milestone birthdays today. Both share ancient roots to the Baltic sea.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">One the oldest woman in my life, the other the youngest.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">For Mutti Melitta:</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">She starts her day</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">with the coffee with her name</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Melitta in her cup</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Wihout her on earth</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">i would not be here at all</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">September's red leaves</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">On the Baltic</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">in an ancient place</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">gold sand dunes</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Blond Viking hair</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">the Baltic winds blow</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">the sea scents</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Young green eyes</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">do not recognize the</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">older face</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Across the sea</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">in an old graveyard</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">ancestor spirits </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">still alive and with us today</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">tall blue irises</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">FOR MAYA</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Her voice </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">my wake-up call</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">each moring</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">In old Hamburg</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">from her open window</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">mist from the river</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">In her closet today</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">another pair of designer shoes</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">from her Prince</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Bottle of champagne</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">another taste of </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">the old widow Clicquot</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">to start a birthday morning</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">in my Irish glass</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div>Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-60290587115955672472007-09-08T09:03:00.000-07:002007-09-08T09:35:01.730-07:00RENGAY BY ANGELIKA BYGOTT AND JOHN DALEIDEN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUj6-Ss9VhHo6BGx6wI_s0WOyYMPfuujAHYcyXFigwVHlNKCTUWnTRFwlMcOOVOLBZWA5fmz4Z8kGFOIy_xJiXvldi6DF3jmRKnn8CCU8p240QtBnrvygHM_TWFAxcGFKQH12lHTc2puI/s1600-h/00260018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107872516615895154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUj6-Ss9VhHo6BGx6wI_s0WOyYMPfuujAHYcyXFigwVHlNKCTUWnTRFwlMcOOVOLBZWA5fmz4Z8kGFOIy_xJiXvldi6DF3jmRKnn8CCU8p240QtBnrvygHM_TWFAxcGFKQH12lHTc2puI/s400/00260018.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sea-Changes</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>By <em>Angelika Bygott</em> and John Daleiden</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>squatting</div><br /><div>a frog observes</div><br /><div>the clouds /chiyo-ni</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em>near the lily pads</em></div><br /><div><em>dragon flies hover /Angelika</em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div>the waves break </div><br /><div>on Malibu Beach</div><br /><div>sandpipers skitter /John</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em>late August day</em></div><br /><div><em>a leaf in the ocean</em></div><br /><div><em>Canada Goose honks /Angelika</em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div>hurricane remnants</div><br /><div>one hundred year floods /John</div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em>the lunar eclipse</em></div><br /><div><em>her full face has a twin</em></div><br /><div><em>in the still ocean /Angelika</em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em><strong></strong></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em><strong></strong></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div>Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-65833915889809146672007-08-17T05:47:00.000-07:002007-08-17T06:09:20.564-07:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEFFREY RANDOLPH RENVILLE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQjbgTAbf_ONxwyA-u5wYjOWHvaWotjXN7k8s2juboy-c1LsOURA5rjnz-PzGOYGs8lRRvgfn_aeYg7SjJECsmgYv5QaOiFAdT8e-pR8XsFGqoGk255rTW8OPJaEGbzkYj_RCtby9YmRs/s1600-h/DSC00164.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099655801797015634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQjbgTAbf_ONxwyA-u5wYjOWHvaWotjXN7k8s2juboy-c1LsOURA5rjnz-PzGOYGs8lRRvgfn_aeYg7SjJECsmgYv5QaOiFAdT8e-pR8XsFGqoGk255rTW8OPJaEGbzkYj_RCtby9YmRs/s400/DSC00164.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />Happy Birthday my one and only child. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Against all odds we both survived one of those "Hungarian dramas" that this family is so fond of.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>On the radio right now they are playing a csardas...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>From The Phophet by Kahil Gibran</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And he said:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Your children are not your children.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>They come through you but not from you.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>You may give them your love but not your thoughts.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>For they have their own thoughts.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>You may house their bodies but not their souls,</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My tanka</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>He sits on the large hill</div><br /><div>King of his great pride</div><br /><div>His kingdom down below</div><br /><div>The responsibilities are vast</div><br /><div>A roar awkens the day</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Written this morning August 17, 2007</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Happy Birthday!!!!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-44558745290902095652007-08-06T06:41:00.000-07:002007-08-06T07:22:37.279-07:00MID-SUMMER<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK_LbZ7MNYW1D3pyhRWVrcBgUHHYiPesZ-zC0hN1Axxj2tkyoQGGW1ffGDxU9GVt2_fxPnW-lqF8eh_lS89_8ixTQwh-BkA-vAzdla93p9F72Nn08XgU-rc1tPPzVBkBlxIXoIdBPcVdA/s1600-h/Pic2736.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095592717154685762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK_LbZ7MNYW1D3pyhRWVrcBgUHHYiPesZ-zC0hN1Axxj2tkyoQGGW1ffGDxU9GVt2_fxPnW-lqF8eh_lS89_8ixTQwh-BkA-vAzdla93p9F72Nn08XgU-rc1tPPzVBkBlxIXoIdBPcVdA/s320/Pic2736.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My computer crashed and have lost most of my data. Did back my data as i should have...NO!!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Well, as everything in my life i only learn things the hard way. I am especially sorry that my Cousin Kim lost his collection of 30,000 songs that he has been collecting for so long.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I now have an external hard-drive and this should help with anymore losses.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I am grateful to Ray and Roger for letting me use their computers...so sorry for waking the two of you so early in the mornings. You have been good sports. I will have one of my bubbly parties soon to celebrate.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here in Nanaimo we had the annual Dragon boat festival in which i was part of. Then there was the Bathtub Races which brings so many tourists to the city. More and more i hear many European and Asian languages spoken here and am happy that these tourists are enjoying this city and the island.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here are a few haiku and tanka:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>For the breast cancer survior dragon boat teams</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My paddle goes slowly</div><br /><div>among the flowers in the sea</div><br /><div>so many lives gone</div><br /><div>but we honour </div><br /><div>them today</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Salt on arms and legs</div><br /><div>spash the dragon boaters</div><br /><div>as a seal watches</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>For Sam Monagham Stone for his historic sea voyage from Honolulu to Japan on the Kama Hele, a 125 day life changing adventure. I am so proud of you See you on my birthday in Honolulu!!!</div><br /><div>You can read about his adventure on <a href="http://pvshawaii.squarespace.com/">http://pvshawaii.squarespace.com/</a> and on his regular column for JAL at <a href="http://www.jal.co.jp/hawaii/samlog">http://www.jal.co.jp/hawaii/samlog</a>, also his TV show website <a href="http://entame.express.jp/tvinfo/aloten3/index.php">http://entame.express.jp/tvinfo/aloten3/index.php</a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>On the still sea</div><br /><div>his eyes look inward</div><br /><div>creating stories </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Summer morning</div><br /><div>watching the sun rise</div><br /><div>haze on the sea</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Blue-green eyes</div><br /><div>memories brings me back</div><br /><div>to your island</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-68749994022691880782007-07-01T08:00:00.000-07:002007-07-01T08:16:39.513-07:00HAPPY CANADA DAY 2007<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJO3LN-nxnz55GZXPekG7tPkcD2xgXR5lwLnkl2kgST3z9_pOOZR8xPmsYJtvKkCVWwWXsJNxU6lAleFaFMwtkQdL6i5JOqhxu40wfFLDdfwIkMQ4YPloCxtea2UWOVHcieIsbHrnaOuc/s1600-h/CANADA+DAY+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082247551384181458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJO3LN-nxnz55GZXPekG7tPkcD2xgXR5lwLnkl2kgST3z9_pOOZR8xPmsYJtvKkCVWwWXsJNxU6lAleFaFMwtkQdL6i5JOqhxu40wfFLDdfwIkMQ4YPloCxtea2UWOVHcieIsbHrnaOuc/s320/CANADA+DAY+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><br /><tbody><br /><tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"><br /><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><br /><div>Happy Canada Day</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The city will be full of actvities today. One nice thing is the annual classic car show . Family actvities in the park. I like that the downtown highrises all put large flags on thier balconies. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The 360 Van Isle sailboat race is now finished. i watched the sailboats come in yesterday morning.</div><br /><div>I met many of the sailors...they were all having coffee down on the quay.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Canada is 140 years old today!!!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>At dawn</div><br /><div>sailboats enter the habour</div><br /><div>sailors ready for coffee</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Canada Day</div><br /><div>she is 140 years old</div><br /><div>young at heart and spirit</div><br /><div>people of many lands</div><br /><div>room for them all</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Last day of June</div><br /><div>she waits for the Honey Moon</div><br /><div>her beautiful face</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My little sister</div><br /><div>her birthday yesterday</div><br /><div>like the daughter</div><br /><div>i could never have</div><br /><div>Frohes Geburstag</div></td></tr><br /><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><br /><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><br /><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table>Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-6502057108238029032007-06-27T10:31:00.000-07:002007-06-27T10:56:44.931-07:00BARONESS MAYA'S ART<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsO2O93mbSd5A4CrGNWjp0DsxinhSY2VPxaBHG0hTGiyMYLGS1Mbz-Za7tpsNJnqVXc-zX1GfNfPI3zYncHntZRtuSZ4y_FTmiG8Lj7dIdyGpndPeN6HOWwo6FSbCfVIuc-Ha38wDEV38/s1600-h/MAYA"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080804051530701506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsO2O93mbSd5A4CrGNWjp0DsxinhSY2VPxaBHG0hTGiyMYLGS1Mbz-Za7tpsNJnqVXc-zX1GfNfPI3zYncHntZRtuSZ4y_FTmiG8Lj7dIdyGpndPeN6HOWwo6FSbCfVIuc-Ha38wDEV38/s320/MAYA'S+ART.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><br /><tbody><br /><tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"><br /><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><br /><div>wOW...WHAT NEXT????</div></td></tr><br /><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><br /><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><br /><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table>Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-90118190198497027132007-06-17T05:41:00.000-07:002007-06-17T05:54:43.752-07:00HAPPY FATHER'S DAY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_HZqJJdsLc9WookbWe5aE1RafB5R54Y9tJ-PB2sh61AZ5BMmyZrt5d0C5vY17BOvTOsr7WP2dSIj179Rk9fJlrCnTvYaSMWK8MneuSs2wam5kTO2D87qEfRQkjU9J72JAYI1ca_G-uzk/s1600-h/OPA+AT+25.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077015828116376466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_HZqJJdsLc9WookbWe5aE1RafB5R54Y9tJ-PB2sh61AZ5BMmyZrt5d0C5vY17BOvTOsr7WP2dSIj179Rk9fJlrCnTvYaSMWK8MneuSs2wam5kTO2D87qEfRQkjU9J72JAYI1ca_G-uzk/s320/OPA+AT+25.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-UB0OWkFXgDSpGk_5DCEJDMS1IEI7RN_n8B5rSQpcqLwpaWBvrvhVcm_Xzh8sR-YxvaaWYf-89LUOpbxfpCUUjrHR7cd2cyufjRhSQsBWg03XVPhuh3ThfBrbwFS0EQ3jpvk1W-jfOdw/s1600-h/RAINBOW+OVER++RAINBOW+NEWCASTLE+ISLAND.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077015355669973890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-UB0OWkFXgDSpGk_5DCEJDMS1IEI7RN_n8B5rSQpcqLwpaWBvrvhVcm_Xzh8sR-YxvaaWYf-89LUOpbxfpCUUjrHR7cd2cyufjRhSQsBWg03XVPhuh3ThfBrbwFS0EQ3jpvk1W-jfOdw/s320/RAINBOW+OVER++RAINBOW+NEWCASTLE+ISLAND.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><br /><br /><tbody><br /><br /><tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"><br /><br /><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><br /><br /><div>A happy Father's Day to all of you</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>My Father whio was Hungarian died in a very dramatic way on Father's day many years ago.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I wrote some haiku and tanka for him during the years. Some are in my book, Vancouver Island poetry, one i just wrote this morning, a tanka with 5-7-5-7-7.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Father's Day morning</div><br /><br /><div>memory of him cutting</div><br /><br /><div>his yellow roses</div><br /><br /><div>the bush still growing anyway</div><br /><br /><div>His presence brings peace to me</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>A few others (free form)</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>This one was read in church last year:</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>You were my guide</div><br /><br /><div>My best Friend</div><br /><br /><div>Tears were shed with you</div><br /><br /><div>The first dance was with you</div><br /><br /><div>I place my poem</div><br /><br /><div>On your ashes</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>From my book:</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Restless river</div><br /><br /><div>The fire-coloured maple</div><br /><br /><div>Beckons the Magyar</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Sunrise</div><br /><br /><div>She places haiku</div><br /><br /><div>upon his ashes</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Red as a poppy</div><br /><br /><div>Maple leaves fall</div><br /><br /><div>On the memorial</div></td></tr><br /><br /><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><br /><br /><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><br /><br /><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div>Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-89296566584296764652007-06-14T05:52:00.000-07:002007-06-14T05:58:15.870-07:00ST. PAUL'S CONFIRMATION NIGHT<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZTZfyGgSyBSOiEOu4Cmf1pE6MEO0rYvmPra9_QrUDY6eQh0aYaOupHpPiq00t5Qo7Br9eBCd-PT232Vu0NomTsZVh0OcZRLdJSt-e1B4bxaNM19c_zvVN8Maub52IPtxoTcn6v0bX1k/s1600-h/CONFIRMATION+ALL+OF+US+AT+ALTER.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075903504601156466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZTZfyGgSyBSOiEOu4Cmf1pE6MEO0rYvmPra9_QrUDY6eQh0aYaOupHpPiq00t5Qo7Br9eBCd-PT232Vu0NomTsZVh0OcZRLdJSt-e1B4bxaNM19c_zvVN8Maub52IPtxoTcn6v0bX1k/s320/CONFIRMATION+ALL+OF+US+AT+ALTER.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><br /><tbody><br /><tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"><br /><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><br /><div>I was Confirmed into the church on June 6th, 2007</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It was a wonderful and moving ceremony.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This is the tanka i wrote about it:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>(5-7-5-7-7)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>A coolish Spring night</div><br /><div>the Bishop places his hands</div><br /><div>on her lower'ed head</div><br /><div>light of His Divine Presence</div><br /><div>brings a warmth to the old church</div></td></tr><br /><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><br /><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><br /><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table>Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-65400625829225689722007-06-04T13:31:00.000-07:002007-06-04T15:43:10.733-07:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY TYSON<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy8FOGGO2gua3CCjNdZT0g9K47JeWDI_OyV0jSMcYAPR6JnOwcDevBfy-5b3ZlzShB-_T6kasuQWuEdgG5eVN_RAOH70trJhq35deCgkixh_jMgLy6xvW4wJ1-lVOyWazM_-lX50_mEGE/s1600-h/TYSONS+BIRTHDAY+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072343328900090706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy8FOGGO2gua3CCjNdZT0g9K47JeWDI_OyV0jSMcYAPR6JnOwcDevBfy-5b3ZlzShB-_T6kasuQWuEdgG5eVN_RAOH70trJhq35deCgkixh_jMgLy6xvW4wJ1-lVOyWazM_-lX50_mEGE/s320/TYSONS+BIRTHDAY+5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><br /><tbody><br /><tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"><br /><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">It was Tyson's coming of age birthday and i wanted to be there to share it him. There is one thing that is a bit of a bother living on this island; one needs to either fly or take the ferry to leave it. Tyson was having trouble with his shiny, red convertible, so he and Maya could not come and meet the ferry. There are no flights to Chilliwack from here. So, i took the bus and actually enjoyed the trip. The bus had lots of room and i had a seat to myself. I plugged in my msic and it took 55 songs and i was there.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">The legal age in B.C. is 19. Tyson, being a red-blooded thirsty Canadian teen-age headed to the local liquor store. He was asked for 2 pieces of id., he only had one...he was a bit upset. He was so happy to be able to be some German beer. He and Maya had just returned from a trip to Hamburg to see Opa Walter and he now really enjoyed the city's fine beer. So, we returned home to get his passport. He came out of the shop with a very large bag. We drove out to Cultus lake to cool off, it was clost to 35 degrees. i walked out to the pier to write some poetry. I looked at the water and saw about 50 bottles of empty bottles of beer bobbing in the water. I thought not only dangerous but very careless and thoughless. I tried to reach down and get a few, but my snense of balance was off, i fell in. What a start to my mini-holiday!!! A couple of hours later were home and all of us with a bit of heatstroke. In the car we did not realise how hot the sun really was. But, all was fine in the morning and we had a good bottle of bubble, smoked salmon and other goodies to celebrate Tyson's 19th birthday. Baroness Maya as usual was a wonderful hostess as only a young woman trained by a German housekeeper can be. Not a dust mote insight and wonderful Hungarian-German food.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Here is a poem by Rudyard Kipling that i find very suitable for any young man who has reached adult-hood.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">IF</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">If you can keep your head when all about you</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">But make allowance for their doubting too,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Or being hated, don't give way to hating,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">And yet don't look too good, not talk too wise:</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">If you can meet with Triumph and Diaster</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">And treat those two impostors just the same;</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Twisted ky knaves to make a trap for fools,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Or watch the things you gave yur life to, broken</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools:</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">If you can make one heap of all your winnings</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">And loose, start again at yur beginnings</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">And never breath a word about yur loss;</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">If you can force yur heart and nerve and sinew</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">To serve your turn long after they are gone,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">And so hold on where there is nothing in you</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">If all men count with you, but none too much,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">If you can fill the unforgiving minute</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Yours is the Earth and everything thats in it,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">--Rudyard Kipling</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Yes, Dear Tyson you a Man now!!!!!!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">My dear, sweet Tyson this is one for you. My dear, sweet Finnish cousin, do not feel left out, Kipling wrote a complete book with your name as a title.</span></div></td></tr><br /><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><br /><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><br /><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table>Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-79148423918377068792007-05-21T10:59:00.000-07:002007-05-21T11:25:19.271-07:00EMPIRE /QUEEN VICTORIA DAY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGsY7-P7cKGGUoBXd9DtG4IvPJrN_xnuvnmVotkBqD8XizZl5-PBZsX_yUWyJtqxI5BHvi9Y2drvPCdcqQmZ_6gDFq8fUcLVFyq3C7-_DqQIfC-RGe3Lg5yBrjbPnVBbMNjGIRMg696mI/s1600-h/MAY+QUEEN+DAY+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067081734924058386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGsY7-P7cKGGUoBXd9DtG4IvPJrN_xnuvnmVotkBqD8XizZl5-PBZsX_yUWyJtqxI5BHvi9Y2drvPCdcqQmZ_6gDFq8fUcLVFyq3C7-_DqQIfC-RGe3Lg5yBrjbPnVBbMNjGIRMg696mI/s320/MAY+QUEEN+DAY+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><br /><tbody><br /><tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"><br /><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><br /><div>This was the 140th Annual May Queen Crowing.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I had the please of meeting the 20006 May Queen. She was a beautiful, clever and delightful girl. Then on Friday was the crowing of the 2007 May Day Queen and her attendents. There were Maypole dancing, ballet performances, Highland dancing and Bagpipes. Members of parliament and the Mayor's office were there too. I was interesting to me that traditons so old and long forgottren by most people were still being held in this age. Though, ay one time the May Queen was sacriiced for a good harvest, i was careful not to tell the Queen any of this.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We had the tradional small parade and fireworks at night. The start of many week-end festivites here. I took photos, but not too many are very good. As always, i do try...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>There was a 1930s firetruck in the parade. Pierre would have liked that.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I planted my flowers this morning, it is traditional to do that on this week-end in most of Canada. Here on the island we really do not have to worry about the weather.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>A few haiku and tanka:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Her young eyes</div><br /><div>fill with tears tonight</div><br /><div>May Day Queen year over</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Robe of purple</div><br /><div>a diamond tiara</div><br /><div>a glowing Queen</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Old chestnut tree</div><br /><div>white candles sway</div><br /><div>Spring wind</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Highland dancers</div><br /><div>young girls twirl thier kilts</div><br /><div>swords at thier feet</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The Colour Guard</div><br /><div>holding the many flags</div><br /><div>old backs still straight</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The dark sky</div><br /><div>full of colours and sound</div><br /><div>fireworks bring me</div><br /><div>outside to look</div><br /><div>with delight</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></td></tr><br /><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><br /><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><br /><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table>Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379046687792135975.post-39972984605570976312007-05-13T12:36:00.000-07:002007-05-13T12:49:35.289-07:00HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4cEiTeH3mPFnY1daVtNYuVgDNunyFeOxwRl_N4tFwantGmD-fBxHFWj04ReNMzkw2Efydv7bFqU65owpArFwUbrIgFG_fTbWjIsOgo_wrYvx9uoZwXf6BLIY_tKhfU4m_UknYAF7jvo/s1600-h/Pic325.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064134765862680290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4cEiTeH3mPFnY1daVtNYuVgDNunyFeOxwRl_N4tFwantGmD-fBxHFWj04ReNMzkw2Efydv7bFqU65owpArFwUbrIgFG_fTbWjIsOgo_wrYvx9uoZwXf6BLIY_tKhfU4m_UknYAF7jvo/s320/Pic325.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><br /><tbody><br /><tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"><br /><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><br /><div>a HAPPY mOTHR'S dAY TO ALL OF YOU!!!!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I am on my way to meet mine for a buffet lunch and a bottle of bubbly.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>There is so much to say about my Mother...2 much</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So , all i will do is her favourite haiku today</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Regal looking Lady</div><br /><div>more silver in the gold</div><br /><div>of her hair</div></td></tr><br /><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><br /><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><br /><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table>Angelika Kolompar Renville Bygotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03339481929904914863noreply@blogger.com0