Live Life in Full Colours

A new born baby’s eyes continues to develop after birth.  In the beginning, their eyes can detect black, white and bold colours.  As the newborn grows, their eyes begin to learn to process other colours, to the point where the average child is able to parse bold, light and even shades of the same colour family.



Consider in photography that while pictures can be developed in glossy, matte, soft and many other options for presentation purposes, black and white photos continue to bring about a sense of nostalgia.  It seems that given the many attractive and creative photo options, black and white remains a highly popular choice.

In this same way, I find that some greeting cards are most charming or poignant in black and white.  They bring a sense of the classic, and tugs at the heart strings.  Despite all the colour options such as pink ribbons,, silver cardstock paper, textured paper, beautiful artwork and quality designer papers, black and white most often stands out.

B&W Tux,

B&W Tux,

However, living our life in the absence of colours can mean that we’ve chosen to stop seeing the beauty in Mother Nature.  Life is meant to be lived in full colours – when we can see the subtle pink within the red roses, or the beautiful patterns of the butterfly.  When we choose our outfits and accessorize with a purple leather handbag, we walk with a spring in our step.

Colour Flower

Colour Flower

Before we head out tomorrow, let’s take a colour with us, be it a broach, fashion ring, nail polish or snazzy shoes.  Live your life in full colours starting today!  And send us your pictures.  We will be happy to post them here for you!  Cheers!

The Flower of Remembrance

I ran towards the thin slits of light ahead, falling head long towards the opening.  It was impossible to breathe and my stomach was growing sick with nausea.  I could not feel my legs but knew they were still beneath me.

Suddenly,blinded by the scorching sun, my eyes squeezed shut as tears ran down my cheeks.  I sucked in a humongous gulp of air, again and again, until my body collapsed onto the sandy floor.  Only my palms flat against the hot dusty road assured me that the spinning was just in my head.  Beads of sweat trickled down the sides of my face even as my heart thumped painfully against my chest.


The thick curtain from where I had emerged imprisoned people that were trapped in a heavy cloud of smoke that chained them to their habit.  Their only need was for the dark, sticky tar-like substance of opium, which they stuffed into their pipes. They died bit by bit with each inhalation, until eternal sleep took them.

The Flower

I returned to my room and packed my belongings immediately.  As I sat at the train station, a little old lady who was carrying a basket of poppy flowers stopped in front of me and gave me a one.  I shook my head to decline. I had given the last local currency to the hostel owners, eager to expunge any and every association with this place.  I pointed at my pockets and gestured with my hands that I did not have money to give to her in exchange.


She smiled and insisted.  She didn’t want my money.  Instead, she gave me a little card with printed words.  It read,

In Flanders Fields 

By Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly.
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Flower of Remembrance

Flower of Remembrance

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Gratitude, Hope & Remembrance

I was astounded.  This flower responsible for countless lost lives was also the flower to commemorate servicemen and women who gave their lives to save millions.  The poppy grows in the absence of other flowers and only in ground that has been churned.  Since November 1921, on the eleventh day of the eleventh month of every year, we don the poppy to show our gratitude and hope for veterans and survivors of the First World War, and by extension to all military men and women.

The poppy flower that brought death also brought forgiveness, gratitude and hope.


Fiction Inspired by:The Butterfly Effect

OK to Say Sorry

It should be safe to say that at one time or another, most of us have found ourselves undoubtedly knee deep in the wrong.  Whichever way we view our unfortunate position, we owe someone a five letter word: sorry.  There’s just no way out.

We twisted this way and that, squirmed and wiggled here and there, looked up and down and even tried closing our eyes to make the situation disappear.  Some of us fast talkers tried to justify our mistakes.  Like I said, there’s just no way out.  Or in.

The only way to feel right again is to apologize.  Yup, say “sorry”.  And, mean it.

And, what’s weird about apologies is that you have to mean it.  Saying “sorry” while angry, proud, untruthful, or any of those less than genuine emotions cancels the apology, and we find ourselves back in square one, or even worse, minus one!

I made a “sorry” card and made sure it was pretty and genuine, so as to soften the blow.  Let me know what you think!

Sorry BeezGiftz

Sorry BeezGiftz

So, before we find ourselves in hot water, let’s just settle this once and for all.  It IS okay to say, “Sorry”.  You’ll be fine.  Trust me, and good luck.

Hang In There!

When I woke up this morning, I was disoriented and could not recollect what day it was.  That quickly spiraled down into a yucky, sluggish morning that even my usual morning coffee would not improve.

I went to bed on time, and I was properly hydrated.  I had not ruminated on any worries of late and thought my disposition was, though not quite cheery, at the very least on an even keel.

So, I remembered my card, “Hang In There”, that I had made.  At the time I made it, I thought of birds on the telephone wire looking down at the world of people bustling by.  They were quiet witnesses to the tell tale faces.  What do birds think of people and  how we live out our days?


And while the birds hanging on to the wires in steady balance, how are we hanging on.  I hope this card will encourage someone who is downtrodden or in need of a pat on the shoulders.  Do you know anyone who might need a helping hand, an email or a phone call?