Causebox Fall 2018: Intro Box #Causebox #sociallyconscious


I was super excited to receive this in the mail a couple of weeks back. Not only for the great items, but also for the charities and causes Causebox Supports. I loved that I could see the items I would receive, even if they had different styles or color choices I couldn’t choose as a new member. You can sign up as a yearly member too have this option.

Check out Causebox.com today as they have a great Cyber Monday special on, in the above link. The items in this particular box I loved, as they form parts of many Christmas presents!! The entire box is worth over $250, but since it is a membership, can be bought seasonally from $55 to $60 US. I had a coupon for my first box for $10 OFF.


Causebox searches the world for the best “socially conscious products.” They deliver these products seasonally to customers in a “beautifully designed” box. Each Causebox “highlights companies and products,” which put “people before profit,” and help make the world an improved place.


Artist Designed Postcard, Top Right.



From the October Causebox, this vegan-leather clutch was available in black or tan/cream & handcrafted by artisans in Jaipur, India. It’s magnetically fastens and has thoughtfully designed features such as roomy, open pockets, zippered storage, and a card sleeve. Jaipur unites chic, modern designs with timeless craftsmanship that empowers artisan communities located in central India. I love this for nights out, & the tan/cream vegan leather goes with any outfit. (Worth $54).


I knew right away, this scarf was the perfect present for my Godmom, Aunt J. It was also created in India, and loomed by artisans there. It’s the perfect staple scarf for fall/winter/spring and Causebox partnered with Bloom & Give, to sponsor tuition for 50 girls to attend the Dashak Camp in Rajasthan, India. They receive education and empowerment here, which has changed the course of their lives. (Worth $60).


These Soko Bow Earrings are gorgeous and timeless. They can be dressed up or down, and are handmade by artisans in Kenya. These artisans have been empowered with technological tools, which permit them to sustainably support themselves, learn, and develop as entrepreneurs. These are part of a present for a good friend. (Worth $42).


This beautiful eyeshadow pallet and brush — I kept. I adored the colors and the quality of the eyeshadow pigment. The brush is well-made and perfect for your crease of your eye or the corners. These nine eyeshadow colors are from the brand RealHer and are cruelty free. They are named with strong, empowering words for women/men to be their “own kind of beauty.” RealHer also donates a portion of their proceeds to charities that promote inclusion. (Worth $38.00)


I love Zoya nail polish, it’s such a great brand. The polish colors last a long time. I did not get the colors I wanted with these, but I know the right person will come along for this gift. Zoya is one of the first brands to come out with clean, long lasting nail polish. They are made in the US, but are without formaldehyde, toluene, dibutyl phthalate, camphor, and six other toxic chemicals, commonly found in conventional nail polish. (Worth $20)


Scentuals Grape Fruit and Turmeric Hand Repair Cream is made with 100 percent natural ingredients. It’s a rich and quick-absorbing hand cream that nourishes skin with Shea butter and Cocoa butter. It’s also enriched with Organic Argan, Sweet Almond oil, and Aloe. Besides being all organic in its product formulations, Scentuals also donates a percentage of their sales to the Canadian Cancer Society. (Worth $7.89)

PF Candle Co. began in a garage, and has become the “go to choice” for some of the trendiest boutiques across America. Their candles are hand-poured in L.A. with a love for “apothecary inspired amber jars.” Each of their candles is made with 100 percent soy wax and has phthalate-Free premium fragrance oils inside ( Worth $18).


One of the most popular and environmentally-friendly water bottle brands out there, S’Well water bottles replace plastic disposable water bottles, with ThermaSwell Technology that keeps drinks cold for 24-hours and hot for 12-hours. This bottle was 17 Oz, S’well also has a 9 Oz. Size and 24 Oz.

The latter, can fit a bottle of wine and keep it chilled. I have one of these from before, it washes well, and comes in a plethora of designs and finishes. I was excited to have this as a free add-on to the box, as in Canada the the 17 Oz. Bottles are worth $45 or more, depending on the design. What’s best about them, is that they’re durable, light, easily washed, and have the perfect top to drink from. I use them at home, on the go, in bed, etc. They never spill or break from dropping them. They prevent oceans full of plastic water bottles that don’t break down, and are made from recycled material (Worth $45).


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#OctPoWriMo Day 12/ Three Line Tales: Lunes – “Conflicted” #amwritingpoetry #3LineTales


For OctPoWriMo Day 12 the Prompt is torture. I’m combing with Sonya from Only 100 Words, #3LineTales.


Credit: Ernest Brillo via Unsplash.


I’m not the Candle who’ll,

Burn because you,

You’ve no solace; no heat.

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But I can see your gnarled,

Exit-wounds, scars;

Twisted, wrecked, ashes cindered dust.

*****

I’ll not be abused, fractured —

I’ve exit-wounds;

They were smothered flames too.

*****

I might be warmth, ice —

Everything misconstrued, blighted;

My prayers gut-wrenching torn.

*****

Define truth, straightforward, not confused;

Honesty lashed with,

Toxicity, illusion; unhealed wounds seep.

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Heart quickens, pace strong, defiant,

Cornered, smothered, responsibility;

One truth believe, another truth quivers.

*****


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Three Line Tales/ #TaleWeavers / #MusicChallenge: Poem – Bop – “Doorway to Home” #amwriting #poetry #3LineTales


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales. Also, thanks to Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie and his Tale Weaver Prompt of “time’s up,” literally or figuratively in a piece 500 to 600 words at most. A triple combo for this one with MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Music Challenge and the song “Hope in the Air (I Speak Because I Can)” by Laura Marling.


Credit: Sonya


Hope in the Air (I Speak Because I Can” by Laura Marling


Time’s a limited but precious present,

So, never squander it so hesitant.

Don’t be an old man with words lost to the sea,

Say what you truly mean, set your soul free.

Don’t let the end come your wasp’s tongue too numb,

Don’t fear my next visit, your mind and ears dumb.

Learn — never forget to hope against hope;

Spend not life somber, your last line’s aren’t wrote.

Hope’s Air and Water; your doorway to Home.

Men may fall graceless when easily provoked,

They’ll stumble, choke as life’s gift is revoked.

Death’s the end for all, one day the reaper;

Face me not with fear, I’m your soul’s keeper.

I come not with curses for those who’ve kept faith,

I’m no doom-ridden creeper nor dark wraith.

So, fear me not, live your life full and whole;

Shrink not — fear your evil deeds, those woeful.

Hope’s Air and Water; your doorway to Home.

So, don’t give in; pull your boots up, hold —

Onto your candle, its flame’s spreading bold.

I can’t save a soul, with good deeds or gold,

I can share His light; it burns but He’ll mold —

You up-right when your wax melts, and you wane.

Before it’s done believe, gleam bright with God’s hope.

Hope’s Air and Water; your doorway to Home.

******


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Notable Quotes: November 2017 (Part One) #quotes #pinterest


Happy November! Where did the time go? Fall is flying by! Hope everything is going well with everyone and that wherever you are the weather is nice, not the beginning of a cold winter!

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Peddling Back to Life #amwriting #flashfiction 


Thanks to the lovely Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW August 8th, 2017 Edition. 

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Mike peddled with little effort yet his face was dripping sweat as a hot candle dripping wax. Each peddling motion on the tandem bike was agony.

“We have to stop, Tommy.”

“Nope, I promised you we’d get you fit.”

“What if I don’t want that? And why hills?”

“Hills are the best for doing intervals which burn fat better.”

“Who cares?”

Tommy frowned. “I care because I’m your brother.  I realize you’ve been depressed, that finding the right medication has caused you significant weight gain.”

“I also know antidepressants make you extra hungry and that eating makes you feel better since Beth’s death.”

Mike halted the tandem bicycle. “Don’t ever talk about her.”

“I will, someone needs to tell you the facts. The Doctor phoned you and I answered your phone, thinking it was important.”

“I was right. The Doctor’s concerned your blood pressure has skyrocketed. He says you’re quite obese and that if you don’t eat well and exercise you’ll get diabetes.”

Mike growled, turning to glare at Tommy behind him. 

Tommy shoved him. “The Doctor told me so I could help you. Beth chose death so your healthy daughter could live. Tira is two and being raised by her grandparents. That isn’t right.”

“I’m in no shape to raise, Tira.”

“That’s sad. Remember your therapist said, in our family session, that most of your problems are set behaviors, that can be altered? Depression isn’t to blame for everything.”

Mike shook his head, disagreeing. 

“I’ll help you, Mike. We’ll take it one day at a time.”

“Todsy’s day one, right?”

Tommy grinned, “Yep, and stop whining. I’m doing most of the peddling, not you.”

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Poem: “The Good.”


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A personal matter, what you believe,

What is the fire in your furnace,

And why keep it a secret, if you think you’re right.

Perhaps, you’re afraid that you think the wrong thoughts.

Perhaps, you’re prejudiced and say the wrong words.

Maybe you talk, about that which you don’t understand.

Maybe, you don’t really know what you believe.

It’s okay, but you shouldn’t be ashamed.

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Where does the good go? It isn’t for reward,

It’s because you believe in a God who is the word ‘good.’

People aren’t good, don’t you see the news?

Sin and badness is within us — from Adam innate.

Even when we try, the good isn’t always good.

It’s hard to explain, but I won’t keep quiet,

Why should I keep my faith locked up, when others could benefit? 

Good deeds have no reward, but they make you feel good.

They are needed in a world where many things are wrong.

And are to be done because it is for the moral good to do.

Also because it was commanded by God to be good neighbours.

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You may not believe in a heaven.

Good deeds won’t get you there, but faith could be the cure.

Didn’t you ever wonder where the good came from,

Don’t twist what is truly good, evil is simply good twisted.

Don’t tell me faith is personal and should be hidden.

That’s like being caught in the darkest deepest blackest hole,

And having a candle that could light the way out,

But never lighting it because that candle is ‘personally yours,’

Someone else might find your light, and benefit from its glow,

I share my faith, because my light could lead others home.

So, where is your light, when your candle isn’t lit.

You’ll never find your way out of prison walking in black pitch.

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Poem: Life Lost


 

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When life flickers out as a candle flame,

It’s easy to think that life is all in vain.

When life takes a turn you weren’t expecting,

It’s easy to go about the problem dissecting.

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We don’t get to choose when we die,

Life flickers, leaves are body with a sigh.

In the hands of the ultimate time keeper,

We throw up our hands and weep.

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It’s not our choice, it is not for us,

To see our futures, to know when we go to dust.

Every death is a shock; God help us if it’s not,

To end a journey on this earth is frought,

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With our bodies we trust, falling apart and breaking down.

It doesn’t mean we should lose all hope and frown,

We need to pray for grace, and wisdom in life.

To live our lives to the fullest the best way we can in constant strife.

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Please believe, if you have Faith in God and follow His ways,

You will see your loved ones in heaven some day,

Time apart will be minimal,

Time in heaven is subliminal.

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There is life, and there is hope don’t be scared, 

Only consider we have so few years to be beared,

Earth is full of broken people with open hearts.

Fill up their hearts with prayers and let hope start. 

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9.How Was Last Night For You: The Woman and The Fire.


Read Chapter 8 here.

Chapter 9: The Woman and The Fire.

The beautiful young woman looked taken aback as Nina questioned her. ” No, I don’t think you know me. Maybe you saw me around my boyfriend Malcolm Watts. He works at Mergers. He’s an editorial supervisor for science-fiction books.”

Nina shook her hair out and fluffed it as she tried to remember where this woman was familiar from. Nina looked at her long hair and was frustrated to see the curl she had carefully put in, coming out.”No, I don’t know Malcolm. I’ve never seen John at his work. We’re really new. What’s your name by the way?”

“I’m Talise. And you are?”

“Nina.”

” Malcolm said there was gossip around the office that John had gotten himself a girlfriend over the last week. That happened fast for you didn’t it? I mean how can you really know what someone is like that fast? I don’t mean to be mean but I heard John wasn’t a good guy, at least until recently. Malcolm said he was such a drunk playboy when he started Mergers with his brothers. ”

Nina stared at Talise with trepidation. ” Is there something I should know about?You can tell me. ”

Talise looked hesitant and brought her fingers together before wringing them apart. “I heard John’s still a womanizer. He tells all these girls he cares about them and then they sleep with him and never hear from him again. I hear he has children all over Adare. I heard he had this girlfriend that loved him once. He said he loved her but he didn’t love her and made fun of her with his brothers. She was a friend of mine. She never recovered and jumped into Sirene Lake. You should stay away from John Nina. A zebra can’t change his stripes. He probably is playing you, sorry to say .. .”

Nina was so angry by the time Talise finished her speech. “How do you even know John besides through Malcolm?”

Talise pushed up her oversized glasses with one finger. “I was one of those woman he hurt.  I thought he cared about me. He didn’t. Maybe I should have seen it coming but I was really young.”

“I’m sorry Talise. I know John with many women when he was younger. But he’s learned from his mistakes. I haven’t known him long but I know how careful he is with the women he chooses to go out with now. And he really does care for me. He might have merely said it in the past but with me he means it.”

Talise’s eyes took on a strange glow. She was angry. “Well it’s up to you. I was only trying to help you out, but you seem to think you know what you’re doing.” Nina laughed haughtily.

“Well, I do have six years on you, sweetheart. Almost seven. I have learned a few things in my time. One of them is to trust your gut instinct. I trust my instinct with John.”

Talise frowned. She looked sad actually. “Well it was nice meeting you Nina. I hope you smarten up about John before it’s too late. I have to go find Malcolm.”

Talise walked off and Nina stood in the large entrance of the venue calming herself. What was Talise’s story with John? She had to find out from John later, — if he even remembered Talise. But right now she had to go back to him at their table. He might wonder what was taking her so long.

Nina trusted John. She told him she did. Nina intended to keep her trust and be loyal to John whoever Talise was in his past.

On the way back to John Nina grabbed another Chocolate Ganache Cupcake. Slowly, she ate it and wiped the crumbs from her lips. She was going to be sorry at the gym on Monday.


 

Nina found John handing over his Visa to pay for the Canuck’s box hockey tickets he’d bid on for her.” Hey we won the hockey tickets.” He said winking. John pushed a lock of Nina’s hair behind her ear. She leaned on his side as she stood letting the electricity between them sizzle and ignite. John’s eyes darkened and he kissed Nina on her nape before biting her earlobe. She inhaled sharply and was about to suggest they go home when she smelled smoke.

“John what’s burning. What’s on fire?” He looked at her with a sad knowledge in his eyes. Another terrible event was occurring around them.

Plums of smoke were coming from inside the venue. People were running out of the room and choking on the smoke. Soon the smoke was too thick to be in the building and everyone had to go outside.

The water sprinkles had come on from the ceiling before most people were out of the Country Club and everyone including Nina and John were soaked and smelled like a fire pit.  The Fire Department of Adare arrived and put out the small fire as people scattered to their cars to gawk and waited for taxis to arrive across the street.

Later, Nina learned no one was hurt in the fire. It wasn’t even a big fire. One of the tables had caught on fire from a candle which had been taken out of a centrepiece. The fire had spread to the next table, but most of the damage was due to smoke. Such a shame when the Country club venue had newly restored  their eighteenth- century building.

John sighed angrily. “Good thing Mergers has good insurance.” John said to Nina. He drove them back to his place in his silver Porsche. He wasn’t in a happy mood. Nina supposed living with bad events occurring to you often was frustrating. Not to mention  it might be hard on John and his family financially. Good thing he and his brothers appeared to have money enough to go around, thanks to their Grandfather. But Nina thought the tole of bad events on John’s psyche was the worst. He must feel guilty that all these things were happening because of a lie he told his brothers.

On the way home, Jasper called to say that Rianne was doing well and the doctor had put Rianne’s arm in a cast. It would be a long six to eight weeks before that cast came off while the bones healed. Rianne was staying at Jasper’s for the night in a guest bedroom and taking Tylenol threes. Nina said she would pick her up the next day and stay with her on Saturday and Sunday. Rianne had broken her right arm and was right handed so doing normal things might be difficult for her.

“Nina,” John asked as she pressed the end call button, “Is everything alright with Rianne?”

“Yeah, she will have a cast for six to eight weeks and she’s in a guest room at Jasper’s tonight.” John smirked. “No, you. She’s got a severely broken arm. They’re not doing that.”John laughed.

John parked his car inside his garage, where she saw a couple of other expensive vehicles and skidoos. She followed John inside his house into the basement where a huge TV was situated within comfortable soft brown leather couches with blankets.

They settled on a couch and Nina half cuddled with John while watching Breaking Bad on Netflix. When they couldn’t stand the smell of smoke on their bodies they went upstairs to the bedroom and showered.

Sometime later, Nina woke up during the middle of the night. She recalled showering and being exhausted as she crawled into bed. Nina felt comfortable beside John who was snoring. She smiled and wrinkled her nose at John, willing him to stop snoring so she could go back to sleep.

She couldn’t help a stray thought about Talise and her warning about John. But here Nina was with John in his bed, on their third date. Still, bad events had occurred that night and Nina hoped her and John could progress to a place where they more then cared about each other. Whatever she felt towards John was more than only caring. It wasn’t love yet but she was drawn to him on such a level she could not compare him with any other past relationship.

John was good for her; he was a person who was redeemable despite his flaws. Everyone deserves a second chance to have a good life where you don’t have to worry about something horrible occurring everyday, Nina thought. She was sad the events had increased since she had been seeing John. He needed help breaking his curse and John needed Nina to do it with him. Nina snuggled next to John eventually too tired to hear him snoring.

Please Read Chapter 10 here.


 

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Poem: “Light.”


What creature fears the light? And who

Would hide from having light shone,

A breathtaking brightness blare,

In open air the light gives birth,

It chases out the shadows.

It won’t let darkness win, it takes,

Away the black and horrible.

It creates a lit room, your soul,

With a sword of truth,  blaring,

Light comes to darkness winning,

Chasing out the demons, and with —

Brave sound acclamations brings,

Forth the bearer of candles —

Such a little flame can break the dark.

What dare does evil do but run and —

Find the deepest darkest hole

It is the only place left to–

Simmer in sulphur and live in,

Flame of the eternal death,

But light is opening up —

The cracks and sneaking past black,

It seeks to bring a peaceful,

Glow that no evil can ever fool,

Light in the darkness built worlds, 

Our world, because in the start,

“There was the word and the word,

Was God, and the word, was with —

God. It was with him in the —

Begginning.” And light will always,

Defy, what is at heart deceitful,

Light is the strongest power I 

Know, and in a world where I

See Christmas lights glow, I am —

Reminded there is always light.

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Writing 101: Day 7 – A Writing Space


Let me paint a picture for you: I am in the living room at home. The walls are seashell beige on the wall opposite of me where there is a grand picture window with wispy white see-through curtains. Behind me the wall is a darker beige, with a slight green tinge to it. To the right is a corner cabinet in oak, furniture  my Uncle built, displaying a few trinkets. Beside the corner cabinet to the left is a side-table stained in a darker wood with a butter yellow corrugated place mat on it. Beside it is a deep dark red-orange sofa with a sheet covering the seat and back. The sheet is off white with brown and copper leaves. In front of the coach is a french provincial coffee table with a cream runner on top. The left corner of this coach is usually where I sit and write. It is quite comfortable, a place to sink into words.

The side table is where I pile various textbooks I’m using for school: Furniture in History 3000 BC – 2000 AD, and papers about applying for a Masters in Fine Arts. There is a little leaf green binder for portion sizes of food you eat; I try to follow the guide. It’s from when I was doing Herbal Magic. There are tabs of varied colours you can write on to make a divider for your binder or mark a chapter in the textbook. There is lip chap, pens of blue and black, paper clips, and a  binder for my Furnishing’s Course –thick with printed out slides and notes. In front of me is the IKEA catalogue. And to the left of me a framed vertical drawing of a bench and buildings in Ottawa, it’s matting is forest green. There is a lamp that’s tall with a cream lamp shade, providing light to me as I write on my lap top. I am resting my right arm on a multicolored brown, orange and red pillow, a muted knitted purple blanket covers my legs. Usually it’s nice and quiet during the day, everyone is at work. But lately, there is a loud truck across the street and it runs and makes the most horrible rumbling sounds. I’m trying to ignore it and I can’t do anything about it. But I wish the people would hurry up and leave already or get their truck fixed.

I’m burning a candle on the coffee table it smells like heavenly vanilla, I love that smell. And I just keep on writing. I wish I had a quiet room with a  desk and a comfortable leather chair to sit in, where I was looking out the window at the river valley full of orange and red in Autumn. A place I couldn’t hear this rumbling noise, it’s like a tractor. But you write where you write and create your “room of your own” wherever you can find the space. This will do for now.

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