Showing posts with label From the Heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label From the Heart. Show all posts

Saturday, November 8, 2025

Reviewing Gramping Trips - Building Lifetime Memories


Definition of Gramping:  A special trip where grandparents and grandchildren vacation or travel together without the ‘Mid-Gen’ (parents) as a way to enhance and strengthen intergenerational bonds. While doing so, they share quality time and create lasting memories. 


An image of Grandma and Grandchild hiking in the woods.

Gramping - A Fun Adventure


Having had my own gramping trips with my beloved maternal grandparents as a child, and also having now experienced the other end of the spectrum ~ as a grandparent interacting with a grandchild one-on-one, I can fully attest to the fact that ‘Gramping’ is a fantastic experience. 


Skip-Generation Travel


Image of a grandmother and granddaughter exploring the city together

This new travel trend has recently become popular, even though it is something that has been around for generations, long before someone gave a ‘name’ to it. :) 


Gramping trips can be as simple as a day trip to a local museum,  or as extensive as a journey to another country. There is no limit to the length and type of trips ‘gramps/grams’ and ‘grands’ can take together. The nicest part of ‘gramping’ is the focus it puts on grandparent-grandchild relationships. 


Sharing My ‘Gramping’ Memories As Examples of What Gramping Can Be


My Childhood Gramping Experience


When I was 14 (quite a few decades ago) and my brother was 13, my grandparents took us on a trip to New York City. My grandfather had a business meeting, but the rest of the time was exploring an amazing city we had never seen. To this day I remember every single moment of that trip, from the train ride from our home in western New York State to the unbelievable immensity of Grand Central Station, to the ride on the Staten Island Ferry, to seeing the Statue of Liberty, to viewing the city from the top of the Empire State Building. Memories, indeed, remain with you for a lifetime. 


My Children’s Childhood Gramping Experiences


When my own children were growing up, my parents decided that they wanted to spend individual time with each of my three youngsters. They picked age 12 as a time old enough to fly alone and flew my oldest son from our home (at that time) in South Carolina to their home in New York State. He spent a month with the grandparents and loved every minute of his trip.


In their time, his brother and sister had similar trips with the grandparents.


Me, as a Grandmother


Grandson Ryan on a visit to grandma's, playing a card game.
Over the years I have had many day-trips with my grandchildren, but the first real and extended ‘gramping’ trip occurred quite accidentally. I was living in Georgia at the time (in my retirement years) and took a trip to Iowa to visit my oldest son and daughter-in-law. Grandson Ryan, 14 at the time, was bored that summer. He was too young to get a job, not old enough to drive, and both parents worked, so there was not a lot for him to do. 


One afternoon my DIL Kathie and I were chatting and Ryan came into the room to listen in. He kept interrupting with little funny lines as only young teenagers can do. Finally, his mom said (in mock frustration), “why don’t you just take Ryan back home with you”. I looked over at my grandson; he looked at me, and I thought ‘why not?’. So I said ‘OK’. It was all sort of ‘off the cuff’, but the more we all thought about it, it really did sound like a good idea. After a few discussions to work out details, at the end of my visit, Ryan came back to Georgia with me for over three weeks. 


As it turned out, he was a really fun travel companion and good company. We first drove from Iowa to my daughter’s place in St. Louis, staying overnight so Ryan could see the famous St. Louis Arch and get to visit with his Aunt & Uncle. Then back home in coastal Georgia, we had many days of beach time on Tybee Island, daily swims in my apartment pool, day trips to Savannah to see the sights, visit museums, eat out, and more. Evenings we played games and visited and planned what we would do the next day. He was an absolute joy to have around. I know Ryan enjoyed his trip as much as I enjoyed his company because nearly 10 years later he is still talking about it. 


At the end of the visit, I was on my way to Ohio to visit another son and met Ryan’s parents half-way to return him. A very happy and satisfying ‘gramping’ trip on both sides. 


Summary


If you ever get the opportunity to spend individual ‘gramping’ time (short or long) with your grandparent/grandchild, do not pass it up. You will never regret it.  


PS:  Gramping can also refer to a type of family holiday where grandparents, parents, and children (three generations) go camping or on a similar holiday together. But the most special moments, for both grandparent and grandchild, is when just these two generations spend time together.  


*Gramping Trips review written by Wednesday Elf


+Intro and Second Image are created with AI. Third image is a personal photo by Wednesday Elf


'Gramping' - Grandchildren/Grandparent Adventures





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Thursday, November 6, 2025

Inspirational Mugs to Start Your Day

mug


I have some various quotes around the house that I can read whenever. Just the other day, I thought it would be nice to have one on a mug. I had already designed some, and was in the market for a new mug, so an inspirational one is what I chose.

Inspiration can mean different things to different people. An athlete could be more inspired by something sporty.

The affirmation, Go Team, can be just the inspiration they need to go and be part of the team.




An affirmation that I used quite regularly some years back is, Feeling good. Feeling great! What can I appreciate? I would intentionally say this to myself and also out loud, whenever I wasn't feeling as good as I wanted to feel. The pause didn't always seem to immediately help, but I do think it helped to take a pause from how I was feeling, and for a moment to give my mind a new focus. Then I could think of something that I appreciated. And then I could go back to sleep or whatever I may have been doing at the time.



The inspirational quote that I decided to go with for my new mug purchase is, I am connected to God; I gain good understanding, wisdom, and insight. It is one of the affirmations that I wrote, as a verse, when I wrote the book, Proverbs as Affirmations. When I first started using that verse, I didn't know what it actually meant. But over time, I did begin to notice that someone might answer a question that I had been thinking, or that I would get an image of something in answer to what I had been wondering about. I found out that our words can have meaning and substance, even when we don't know what that might mean.

So this verse, affirmation, is truly inspirational to me. It reminds me, one, that affirmations do work, even when I didn't have any expectation or know how of how it would or could work.




Do you have a favorite inspirational quote or saying that you would like to see on a mug? There are a variety of backgrounds to choose from in my CherylsArt store on Zazzle, that can be customized with your own favorite quote or saying: https://wwww.zazzle.com/store/CherylsArt/template+mugs. There are lots more mugs in my store, these are the ones that show up as having a template already in place. However, you are welcome to customize other mug designs that are in my store.

May you have a great day and a great way to start of your day.

Cheryl Paton



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Sunday, November 2, 2025

The Moments We Don’t Post About - A Quiet Review

The Moments We Don’t Post About - A Quiet Review

We all have those stretches when we're not posting, not sharing, not updating—and I've realized that the silence can say as much as the noise. 

Sometimes it means someone is going through something they can't quite name yet. Other times, it simply means they're living quietly, peacefully, in their own space.

For me, that quietness feels right most of the time. I primarily use social media to share the things I create—songs, poems, articles, riddles, and the work of other writers I admire. 

Occasionally, I'll post family pictures or something lighthearted, but I keep my personal life private. I don't need to put everything out there. I know many of you share those feelings as well.

There's a lot of emotion attached to what we see online—the perfect families, the perfect homes, the picture-perfect moments that can make life look effortless. 

I don't judge posting, because I post too; in fact, many people find joy and pride in sharing what they love. It's also nice to stay up-to-date.

However, I sometimes worry that I might make someone feel left out, or, on the other hand, that they might be tired of me. So, I keep things simple. Because everyone has a battle, and not knowing what their struggle may be, I err on the side of caution.

Part of it is the world my older generation grew up in. 

Our generation went from dial phones to having the world in our pockets. 

I still remember when a 25-foot phone cord was considered high-tech—it gave you enough freedom to walk into another room and talk privately! What a handy item that was. Lol.

That was our "social media." Now, everyone's connected all the time. But I do admire how naturally younger people navigate that.

 It's their world. But for me, the quieter lane feels more comfortable.


When Silence Speaks

I've learned that sometimes what we don't post reveals just as much as what we do. 

The silence might mean someone is overwhelmed, reflecting, busy, resting, or simply choosing peace over noise. 

There's a kind of wisdom that comes with knowing not everything needs to be shared, explained, or responded to. Some moments are meant to be felt, not displayed.

Choosing not to post isn't the same as withdrawing—it's simply deciding that certain experiences belong to the heart more than the timeline. 

There's a quiet beauty in holding certain aspects of our lives close, letting them unfold without announcement or commentary.


When Grief Has No Words

When my dad passed away, I couldn't bring myself to post about it—not for a while. It wasn't that I didn't want support; I just couldn't find the words. The shift inside me was too big, too raw. It felt like an internal earthquake—like a part of me had been quietly rearranged.

Eventually, I was able to talk about it, write about it, and even share it—but not at first. That silence wasn't avoidance; it was reverence. It was me trying to make sense of a life that suddenly felt different.

And that experience taught me something about others as well. We don't always know what's behind someone's stillness online or in life. 

Sometimes, the quiet is protecting something sacred. Sometimes, it's where healing lives.


The Gift of Quiet

These days, I've come to appreciate quiet as a kind of luxury. Even when the TV's loud or music's playing, there's still a peaceful undercurrent I can feel—a sort of calm I didn't always recognize when I was younger. 

I see quiet as space. Space to breathe, think, and just be.

Silence doesn't mean absence. It's not a lack of connection or care. Its presence, in another form. It's reflection. It's peace.

So, when I scroll past the stream of updates and realize I haven't posted in a while, I don't feel behind. I feel grounded, and I enjoy catching up with family and friends who are sharing. 

The moments I don't post about are often the ones that shape me the most—quietly, deeply, and without an audience.

And maybe that's what makes them so meaningful. 

They remind me that not every beautiful thing has to be witnessed to be real. 

Some of life's most authentic moments happen in the spaces no one sees—where there are no captions, no commentary, and no need to explain.




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Friday, October 24, 2025

Recipes to Share - From the Heart

recipe cards
Over the years I have come up with a variety of recipes, and some of them I have written down.

One of my favorite ones is one I made as I became more health conscious. It is a healthier way to enjoy one of my favorite ice cream flavors, butter pecan. I call my version Cheryl's Butterless Pecan Ice Cream. It only has five ingredients.

Cheryl's Butterless Pecan Ice Cream

3-4 bananas, peeled, sliced, and frozen. (Whenever you make plant based ice cream, at least one of your fruits need to be frozen.)
5 oz. of pecans
1/4 cup brown sugar
1-1/2 cup of nut milk (I used almond milk in my recipe.)
1 tsp vanilla

Place all ingredients in a high speed blender and blend until smooth. This will have a soft serve type consistency. For a milkshake consistency, add more nut milk. For a more ice cream consistency, decrease the amount of milk.

For a pretty print out to share, you can order copies printed on postcards.




One of my all time favorites is my Pesto. I especially love this when I have fresh basil to use from the garden. I have tried to go vegan, but I do have dairy based cheese from time to time.

Pesto

1 cup fresh basil leaves
1/4 cup fresh parsley
1 cup grated Parmesan cheese
3/4 cup olive oil
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp pepper
1 tsp garlic powder

Place all ingredients in blender or food processor, and blend until smooth. Then stir into one pound of your favorite cooked pasta.

The recipe above is somewhat different than the one printed on the postcard. I have determined over time that I prefer less of the parsley. You too can adjust the amounts to your own taste.




I am also a practitioner of affirmations, and try to add more smiles to my day. One simple way to add smiles is to consciously think about smiling. Here is my recipe for that. It's called Recipe for Joy.

Recipe for Joy

1. Raise your ears by lifting up the corners of your mouth. (Did you know that smiling raises your ears? - Did you try it? Place your fingers on the tops of your ears, and then smile. Did your ears raise?)
2. Foster the thought, appreciate.
3. Be willing to see with new eyes. (You do not have to have a preconceived idea of something to appreciate. Just do the smile part first, and see what comes when you think the words appreciate. Try it. Did you think of something to appreciate that you may not normally think of?)

Here is a fun postcard to share this recipe for Joy.




Do you have a recipe to share that you haven't written down yet? Here is a special way that you can share it or them. House of Sylvestermouse on Zazzle has designed recipe cards for you to write down the recipe(s) that you would like to share.



And may you have a blessed and wonderful day.

Cheryl Paton



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Thursday, October 16, 2025

Pretty Christmas Ornament Suite for the Holidays

Christmas Card
This pretty Christmas ornament design is my painting of three Christmas ornaments on a wispy look background using lighter shades of the same colors.

The design on the Christmas ornaments is a resemblance of a paint pour. I'll describe that below, under Tips for making paint pour ornaments.

Here it is printed on a greeting card. The greeting card can be purchased as physical cards and or as a downloadable.





I have purchased cards from Zazzle before and have been pleased with my purchases. The colors come out great and card materials are nice quality. There are different materials to choose from for the card stock when you place your order.

A collection of current products is shown below. The link will take you to my CherylsArt store on Zazzle.



Tips for making paint pour ornaments:

I began this painting, using oval shapes, to design three Christmas ornaments. I was inspired to make a similar design that me and my family had created one Christmas. I had purchased clear plastic, see through Christmas balls from a craft store. I already had a variety of acrylic paint that was labeled for all surfaces, on hand. It is the acrylic paint that is made for crafting. I usually buy the Americana brand, but have been known to purchase whatever is available at the time.

We already had a portable clothes drying rack to hang the ornaments from while they dried.

The technique we used was to pour paint over the ornaments, in various colors, and let the paint flow and drip down onto the floor. I had covered the floor with newspaper ahead of time to catch the drippings.

Then you wait and let them dry. You can use regular hooks for hanging ornaments, or you can tie ribbons through the holes for hanging. I would wait until the paint as dried if you want to use ribbons.

I liked that we used a variety of colors that weren't necessarily traditional Christmas colors; which made this activity all the more fun and creative for me and my family.

Will you be making this fun activity part of your holiday activities? If so, do let me know in a comment below.

If you like this pretty paint pour design that I painted, you can check out the items already available in my collection. More items will be added as I design them, and if you have a request for it to be on a particular product that you want to purchase, do let me know that too. I'll be sure to design it and add it to the collection.

May all of your holidays be creative and have happiness in them too.

Cheryl Paton



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Sunday, October 12, 2025

What Is Hope When We Let Go of Control and Trust in Possibility?

What Is Hope When We Let Go of Control and Trust in Possibility?


Nearly 25 years ago, I wrote a poem/song lyrics called Hope is a Place. Back then, my days were filled with the joyful chaos of raising a family—work, school runs, endless to-do lists. 

Life was busy, but beneath it all, I remember feeling this steady heartbeat of hope. I wrote that poem as a quiet reminder to myself: to keep giving, to keep believing, and to stay open to both the good and the hard parts of life. 

Hope, in that season, was my way of giving back—to my children, my community, and to the woman I was becoming.


Does Hope Change With Age?

At 65, I realize that time hasn't changed the essence of hope —it has simply deepened. 

Back then, I saw hope as a light that helped me face each day with purpose. Today, I see it as a gift we give ourselves in the moment we’re living. 



Hope doesn’t just look forward—it wraps the present in gentleness, like a beautifully tied bow around the life we already have. It helps us stay here, now, while still allowing room for what might be waiting just beyond our view.


Is Hope About Getting What We Want?

Some people say that hope only leads to disappointment—that to hope is to risk being let down. I understand that view, because I’ve felt it too. 

But I don’t believe hope’s purpose is to deliver a specific outcome. Hope, to me, isn’t a wish list or a guarantee—it’s the quiet belief that possibilities exist, even when we can’t see them yet. 

When something we’ve hoped for doesn’t happen, it doesn’t mean hope has failed us. Sometimes it’s simply leading us somewhere new—to a fresh start, a different direction, or a door we didn’t even know was waiting.


What Does Hope Really Give Us?

Hope gives me energy. 

It’s a current that runs through me and out into the world, hopefully touching others without my even realizing it. 

I like to believe that when we hold onto hope, we emit something good—something bright. It doesn’t mean we’re always cheerful or unshaken; it just means that somewhere inside, we’re open. We’re willing to believe that light still exists, even when the day feels dark. 

Hope, in that way, becomes both a gift to ourselves and to others—a reminder that unseen things can be the most powerful.


Hope and Love Coexist as Life’s Anchors

If love is the force that connects us, hope is the force that steadies us.

It’s the quiet anchor that keeps us grounded in the present while still allowing us to drift toward tomorrow. 

Hope doesn’t erase the hard moments, but it helps us move through them. And when life feels joyful, it reminds us to savor those moments too—to recognize that hope isn’t only for when we’re lost. It’s also for when we’ve found something worth holding.


What Is Your Word? Mine is Hope.

There’s a belief that everyone should have a word—a word that somehow captures who they are at their core, or what they stand for. 

A dear friend and I once talked about this, and ever since, my word has been hope. That same friend gave me a necklace engraved with the word, and I wear it every day as a gentle reminder. 

Along with love, hope is the anchor that keeps me present, connected, and moving forward. It’s invisible, yet tangible. Elusive, yet powerful. And to me, hope truly is a place.

This article was inspired by my poem “Hope is a Place,” written nearly 25 years ago and included in my poetry book, where available, on Amazon.




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Sunday, October 5, 2025

The Day I Started Questioning Time: A Journey That Began at Eight Years Old

 

The Day I Started Questioning Time: A Journey That Began at Eight Years Old

I've Been Obsessed with Time Since I Was 8 Years Old

That sounds like a strange thing for an eight-year-old to say, doesn't it? But I remember it vividly. 

I was eight, my brother was six, and we were trying to let Mom sleep in. 

Our mornings were often filled with old Shirley Temple movies and wild imaginations. We'd turn a blanket into a "boat," grab canned goods from the kitchen, and pretend we were setting sail — sometimes to escape danger, sometimes just to explore.

One morning, standing in the hallway, I asked my brother a question that still echoes in my soul today:

"Why are you you and me me?"

He probably shrugged it off, eager to get back to our blanket boat, but that question never left me. Even at eight, I felt the weight of my own existence — this sense that "I" was something separate and conscious, and that somehow Time and existence were connected in ways I couldn't understand yet.


When Time Became a Fascination

As I got older, that awareness of Time grew into an obsession. 

Not the kind that makes you late for appointments or stare at clocks (though I've done both), but the kind that makes you wonder: what exactly is Time?

I became drawn to time travel movies and stories that twisted the rules of reality and blurred the boundaries between "then" and "now." They weren't just entertainment for me — they were portals into possibilities. I didn't separate the spiritual from the scientific; I was open to it all.

Can we move through Time? Are we souls who return again and again? Or are we simply fleeting passengers on a one-way track? I never dismissed any of it — God, aliens, reincarnation, time loops, you name it — because every theory felt like it was reaching for the same truth.

Now, as an adult, I believe our souls are timeless. The "me" I felt at eight still feels like the "me" I am today — wiser maybe, but still that same spark. 

The answer to "why are you you and me me?" has softened over the years into something beautifully simple: love and kindness are the only measures, Time is the vehicle. You are always you, and I am always me.

I've come to understand (for me) that we are always our spirit, always our consciousness, always us. It's never been a crap shoot, which is one of the things I felt at 8 years old, that I no longer feel at 65 years old.

No matter who we are, where we came from, or where we go, it's love and kindness that anchor us. When we step away from that, Time loses its purpose, the vehicle stalls — it just becomes noise in the background instead of a rhythm in our heart. The rhythm of growth NEEDS love, it NEEDS kindness. The rest IS noise that only slows our learning down.


Writing My First Poem About Time When I Was a Teenager in the 1970s

By seventeen, I could already feel Time slipping by. I remember taking the train from my small town to Toronto to visit a friend — about a three-and-a-half-hour ride. Somewhere along the way, watching the world blur past the window, I wrote a poem about Time.

It was the 1970s, and I was a teenager — but even then, I felt the strange ache of hours passing too quickly (crazy, I know! I was so young yet felt the ticking clock). 

Later, in my thirties, I rewrote that same poem, layering it with the wisdom and wear that life had given me. 

In my fifties, I revised it once more, adding even more perspective, as if each decade had given me a new lens through which to see Time.

If I am gifted more Time, will I revise the poem again? I think about that.

Below is that poem, one that has traveled with me for nearly 50 years now — a kind of map of how Time has shaped me.

TIME'S GIFT

Time heals
Promising closure
Shrinking scars like popping bubbles
As it prepares our gift
Time's benefaction is objectivity to our past
Building an awareness of yesteryears
Defogging our vision for truth
Generously donating our package of clarity

Time lies only to those
who misuse its precious moments,
Lines entrenched on our face
can devour redeemable blemishes
By gracefully accepting our package
healing eyes can widen to witness dissipating mist

Time promises blessed tomorrows
Let us put away our spinning wheels
plunge forward with our lesson
accept our bequest from Time, and yes!
We will have morning smiles

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak, Copyrighted

50 Years of Poetry - We Will Have Morning Smiles - Available on Amazon

Time Travel Movies and Timeless Lessons

It's fair to say I've seen nearly every time-travel movie ever made. 

I seek them out, not for the science fiction, but for the spiritual resonance they carry. There's something about them that feels true on multiple levels.

Many philosophers suggest that Time isn't linear — that everything, past and future, is happening all at once. Whether that's scientifically provable or not doesn't matter much to me. What matters is that it feels right.

The only real Time that exists is this moment — the present.

When I first read that idea, I couldn't quite grasp it. 

"What do you mean, only the present exists?" I'd think. We have memories, plans, regrets, and hopes — of course, Time is more than just the present.

But as I've aged, I've come to understand what it really means:
You can reflect on yesterday and plan for tomorrow, but you can only live in the present.

This very moment — writing these words, breathing this breath — is Time. Everything else is memory or imagination. 

It took years, but I FINALLY understand that at my core.


When Time Stands Still

Living in the present doesn't mean ignoring the future or the past. It just means that you live fully in the moment you're in — even when that moment hurts.

Life has its seasons of chaos and heartbreak, but even in those times, I've learned that joy can still exist. It might be quieter, more fragile, but it's still there — tucked into laughter through tears, or a single kind gesture that reminds you that love never disappears, it just changes form.

That's where Time stands still — in those sacred, love-filled moments.


Closing Thoughts: What Time Has Taught Me

If Time has taught me anything, it's that every second matters — not because we're racing against a clock, but because each moment is a chance to choose love over fear, kindness over indifference, and presence over distraction.

Maybe that's why I've always been obsessed with Time.

Because somewhere deep down, I knew it wasn't about minutes or hours —
It was about being alive in them.

Blessings, Love Barbara xxoo

P.S. I've written a flash fiction story about the concept of life, lessons learned, and ultimately Time and what matters available here on ReviewThisReviews - you can find it here.

A Video I Created at 60 Years Old, Sitting Quietly With My Mother

My mom passed away in 2021, and she will forever be a part of my every breath, in this life and beyond. This video remains my current reflection on what Time means to me, now that I am 65 years old.

If I were to revise my above poem, "Time’s Gift" again, I’d add the message from this video: that life’s lessons matter, yes, but it’s the love we share and receive that truly sustains us and moves us forward.



Dedication – With heartfelt appreciation to my fellow writers at ReviewThisReviews.com, and especially to Sylvestermouse and Margaret, whose friendship and creativity continue to light the way. Time has been my friend because you are in my life.




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Thursday, October 2, 2025

Cute Blue Owl Collection - From the Heart

blue owl
My cute blue owl design is one of those designs when I just have a general thought in mind, which is one of my favorite ways to create.

I find it more freeing, and I am especially pleased when it turns out really well, i.e. to my liking. That is not always the case. But it did happen for the blue owl design.

I began with a general sketch of an owl and then continued using my paint brush. One side looked bigger than the other; no problem, I just made adjustments and continued with the flow. That is what is so great about it; designing this way, I get to go with the flow. And like I said, sometimes it turns out really well.

My first cutesy product that I made was general in nature, a Hello postcard was first.




Then I made three birthday products with my blue owl painting. Approximately two weeks after my creations, six of the Hello postcards were sold. Yay. I didn't give it much thought and went on to whatever else I had going on.

It wasn't until over a year later that a set of my blue owl birthday stickers sold. This time, it got my attention. 'I should see what kind of owl items are being purchased on Zazzle.' Wrapping paper was one of them, and I had already designed a blue owl product on tissue paper. Okay, that's it. I'll make a birthday suite featuring this cute, adorable, blue owl.

And sometimes, that is how it goes for me. I don't always have everything planned from the start. It just kind of unfolds in due time.

This is how my flow unfolded for this Cute Blue Owl Birthday suite. Hope you like it. The products include wrapping paper, tissue paper, paper napkins, paper plates, birthday invitations, and more.




If there is an additional product that you would like me to add it to, let me know in a comment below.

Cheryl Paton



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Wednesday, September 17, 2025

This Week Life is Amazing ~ From the Heart

Life is sometimes a big struggle and we can find ourselves more than a little lost with all that is happening around us.  Every once in a while something happens that seems to take us out of the darkness and chaos, to remind us that life is still very, very good.  And this week has been amazing!

Let me tell you a little story.  

When I was 18 years old, I became a BLOOD DONOR!  Oh I didn't do it for the right reasons, I was busy trying to get out of one of my high school classes.  At that time, the Canadian Red Cross ( now known as Canadian Blood Services) would come to high schools, set up a clinic, and hopefully recruit new donors for this important life saving venue. That was my door to getting out of that dreaded class!

Anyways, that was many years ago and much has changed in the process of giving blood.  Some of the changes are great and some of them are not. but all were necessary to keep the supply of blood safe for those who needed it most.

You see the story changed for me when my father became ill.  At that time I was already a regular donor but hadn't really thought about how much my donation would impact others.  Oh I knew people needed blood for all kinds of things, but it was never personal to me.  Well that changed quickly.

My father had cancer and while he was undergoing treatments, he would receive blood transfusions as part of his care.  When he would come home from those transfusions, he looked so much better and had more energy.  It seemed transformative to us and to him.  I would talk to him and he'd say to me, please keep on being a blood donor, it makes such a difference to me!


blood donation card



Well how can you say no to that?  Especially when you find out you and he are the same blood type!

At that point in my life, I no longer looked at giving blood as a chore, rather it became part of my mission to help my father and anyone else who needed that help.

Fast forward to this week.  While I was at my regular BLOOD DONOR CLINIC, the people who had just finished their donations, were sitting at the coffee table and tossing their donor cards on the table for the volunteer to record their donation on the back.  Jokingly I said. Okay, "Who's got the most donations and do they get a prize?" Everyone at the table had a good laugh until I pulled out my card and they got a look at it.  Theirs were emblazoned with 10, 20, 30 donations and then mine hit the pile and it said 100!

I didn't think it was a big deal, but everyone at the table were totally impressed.  A discussion ensue and I encouraged all of them, that their day will come when 100 will be on their cards too.

It wasn't until this week when a package arrived that made me stop and think.  My other half said, "did you order another book?"  I was truly surprised to be getting a package because I did NOT order anything.  Opening it I was even more surprised!  I guess getting to that 100 was a bigger deal than I had thought. It was a certificate from Canadian Blood Services!

blood donation card

Now I was truly impressed and my other half made me realize that I had dedicated the last 25 years of my life to giving blood 4 times a year.  Well when you put it that way, I guess it is impressive.

Now this story is not about bragging rights, because that just isn't me, rather it's a story about encouraging YOU or anyone in your family to become BLOOD DONORS!  The need is always there and as the Slogan says, "It's in you to give!"  It doesn't cost you anything other than about an hour of your time and it helps people that you may never ever meet!  But be certain of one thing,  the people that need the blood will be thanking you in their hearts for helping them!


Do you need something to help you through your darker times?  Take an hour and become a BLOOD DONOR, you will feel so much better about life when you know you make a difference.


In Canada if you want to know more you can follow this link: https://www.blood.ca/en/ways-donate

In the USA you can follow this link: https://www.redcrossblood.org/

I do hope that this, my story, will encourage you to become part of a lifeline for so many people that are in need!






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Sunday, May 25, 2025

Damien & Angel: A Tail of Two Kitties - A Flash Fiction Story

 

Damien & Angel: A Tail of Two Kitties - A Flash Fiction Story

Or, "The Curious Case of Narcissistic Cat Disorder (NCD)"

Today, I'm sharing a fictional tale inspired by my friend's very real, very entertaining two-cat situation, where a few truths are sprinkled into a whole lot of playful imagination.


Meet the Brothers Fluff

In a cozy, well-loved home filled with sunbeams, strategic cat towers, and the occasional overturned plant pot, live two very different kitty cats: Damien and Angel.

Angel is the embodiment of feline calm—a zen master in fur. He purrs with purpose, meditates near windows, and silently judges your snack choices with a soft, serene stare.

Then there's Damien.

If Angel is the yoga instructor of the house, Damien is the misunderstood rockstar. He enters a room like he owns it, flicks his tail like it owes him money, and occasionally asserts his feelings with the subtle grace of a velvet wrecking ball.


Is it Jealousy? Boredom? Or... Narcissistic Cat Disorder?

We say this with love, but sometimes it seems like Damien might have a touch of Narcissistic Cat Disorder—NCD, for short. It's not in any official vet manual, but if it were, the symptoms would be obvious:

  • Excessive self-admiration

  • Moments of complete insanity

  • Haughty stares from atop bookshelves

  • The belief that Angel is merely an unpaid extra in The Damien Show

Don't get us wrong—Damien isn't mean. He's just... confidently assertive with opinions. Strong ones. Usually about who gets to walk through the hallway first.

But under that puffed-up tail and occasional glare is buried a lovable, complex little guy trying to express himself—with flair and the occasional dramatic pawticipation.


Good Kitty vs. Dark Side Kitty: The Yin-Yarn of Household Harmony

Angel, as his name suggests, radiates tranquility. He walks gently, naps deeply, and is basically the Dalai Lama with whiskers. He even tolerates belly rubs (well, occasionally—let's not get crazy).

Damien? Damien is more "Darth Vader in a cat costume." He doesn't just swat toys—he interrogates them. He doesn't just jump on the counter—he conquers it.

But they're brothers. Opposites, yes, but bonded in a cosmic way that transcends the frequent hiss. Like Batman and Superman, only with more fur and slightly worse communication skills.


Kitty Mom & Dad: The Real Heroes of This Saga

Before you picture total fur-coated anarchy, rest assured: kitty parents are on top of it.

They've read articles, watched expert videos, adjusted feeding schedules, and spent more on calming pheromone diffusers than they care to admit. They know the signs: the sideways glance, the twitchy tail, the silent prelude to a high-speed chase, and a Damien pounce.

This is not a home of chaos—it's a carefully managed feline society. Structured playtime? Check. Individual love sessions? Check. Strategic furniture placement to support vertical hierarchy? Check, check, and cat-tree-check.

They even have contingency plans for when Damien channels his inner drama queen and needs a solo timeout with his "special area for shame and comfort."


The Occasional “Oops-I-Pounced-You” Moment (a.k.a. Cat-Fu Theater)

Now, let's talk about the cat pouncing.

Not the lighthearted "boop" of affection. We mean the real, committed kind—when Damien struts past Angel and delivers a swift, unannounced "just because" paw body check that clearly means, "I am the boss for the moment."

These moments are not always daily occurrences, but when they happen, ohhh, they happen.

Sometimes Angel absorbs the swat like a Buddhist monk, blinking slowly as if to say, "You're projecting again." Other times, he returns fire, and within seconds it's a full-blown Feline Face-Off—starring Fluff & Fluffer.

No claws, no blood, just a thunderous 12-second flurry of tail flicks, dramatic glares, and a series of rapid-fire sound effects that can only be described as "angry sock puppets in a wind tunnel."

It's not violence—it's performance art. And like all great artists, these two have a lot of feelings.

That said, it's always under close supervision. Kitty's mom and dad know when to redirect the energy with toys, throw out a snack distraction (aka the Peace Treat-y), or simply separate them for a cool-down session. Even if Damien occasionally leads with his paws instead of his heart, he still tricks everyone into believing he is a lovable fluff with a complex emotional soundtrack.

And Angel? Well, he's probably off journaling in the laundry basket again, processing his growth.


In Conclusion: Two Fluffs, One Home, Infinite Drama

Whether Damien is secretly auditioning for a feline soap opera or just navigating big feelings with small paw gestures, one thing's for sure: these brothers are deeply loved and wonderfully cared for.

Their home isn't perfect, but it's full of love, laughter, and the ongoing quest for peace between Angel kitty and his slightly more… theatrical villain sibling.

Sure, there's drama—but they still curl up under the same roof as any siblings who haven't quite agreed on who's the favorite.

**Heads up: Kitty names are pseudonyms to protect their purr-sonal privacy!

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🕮 I hope you enjoyed this latest flash fiction piece :)


🕮 If you're in the mood for more, a few weeks ago I shared a flash fiction story about Gracie at age 8—full of childhood wonder—and before that, one about Gracie at 82, rich with wisdom and reflection.

If you're looking for a spiritual short story, I penned this one in 2021.

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🕮 I've also published 50 Years of Poetry—We Will Have Morning Smiles, Available on Amazon (a lifetime of my poetry).

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Sunday, May 11, 2025

A Little Luck: A Fun Look at Lucky (and Unlucky) Numbers

A Little Luck: A Fun Look at Lucky (and Unlucky) Numbers


Have you ever had a favorite number you swore brought you luck? Maybe it was your birthday, your jersey number in high school, or just a number that "felt right." 

Well, you're not alone. It turns out humans have been assigning luck (and bad vibes) to numbers for centuries. From ancient cultures to modern-day lotteries, numbers have carried weight far beyond their mathematical value. 

So let's dive into the surprisingly quirky world of lucky numbers and their infamous unlucky cousins.


Where Did Lucky Numbers Come From, Anyway?

There's no official "history of lucky numbers" carved in stone, but lucky digits have been floating around since ancient times. 

Early civilizations believed in numerology, where each number had a specific meaning or vibration. 

The Greeks, Chinese, Egyptians, and Babylonians all had their take on which numbers could bring good fortune (or doom). Fast-forward to today, and we still hold some of those beliefs. 

It turns out old superstitions die hard—especially when they're tied to money, love, or fate!


So, What Are the "Luckiest" Numbers?

You'll notice some numbers keep popping up across cultures, and they've gained a reputation for bringing good vibes. Here are a few that take the top spots:

7 – The Universal Lucky Charm

If you ask people their lucky number, seven wins by a landslide. It's a spiritual number, connected to perfection and completion. Think: seven days in a week, seven wonders of the world, and even lucky 7s on a slot machine. It's practically the Beyoncé of lucky numbers.

8 – Wealth in the East

In Chinese culture, eight is considered extremely lucky because it sounds like the word for prosperity and wealth

It's so revered that people pay extra to have it in phone numbers, license plates, and even addresses. 

Want to sell your house faster in China or anywhere else? Make sure the address has an 8.

3 – Harmony and Good Things in Threes

The number three represents balance and harmony. Think of the saying, "third time's a charm." In storytelling, things often happen in threes—three little pigs, three wishes, three musketeers. Coincidence? I think not.

9 – Power and Magic

Nine is often associated with wisdom and experience. In Norse mythology, there are nine realms. In numerology, 9 is the number of the humanitarian and spiritualist. It's also the last single digit, which gives it a sense of completion and power.

11 – Intuition and Inspiration

Though not always labeled as "lucky," eleven has a certain magical, intuitive vibe. Many people make wishes when they see 11:11 on the clock. I know I do! It's a number that's thought to open a spiritual gateway (or at least a wish-granting moment).



A Few Numbers That Didn't Make the Lucky List

Let's not forget the dark side of digits—those numbers we avoid like stepping on cracks in the sidewalk.

13 – The OG Bad Luck Number

Ah, thirteen. So misunderstood. In Western culture, it's considered super unlucky. 

Hotels skip it. Airplanes skip it. Heck, Friday the 13th even has its own horror franchise.

The roots are fuzzy, but it's often linked to bad omens and betrayal (looking at you, Judas Iscariot, the 13th guest at the Last Supper).

4 – The Death Number (Literally)

In many East Asian cultures, especially Chinese and Japanese, four is avoided like the plague because it sounds like the word for death. Some buildings even skip the 4th floor entirely. So if you're giving someone flowers in Japan, don't send four!

But believers can take charge with these home tips on how to ward off evil spirits!


Famous Numbers in History

Beyond superstition, some numbers have simply earned their legendary status thanks to history:

  • 1066 – The Battle of Hastings, which changed England forever.

  • 1492 – Columbus sailed the ocean blue. Love him or not, that number sticks in your head.

  • 1776 – Independence Day in the U.S. Enough said.

  • 911 – Not lucky, but certainly significant, especially in North America.

  • 666 – The "Number of the Beast." If you've ever looked at a receipt total and gone "nope," you've felt its power.


But Here's the Wildest Part…

Now for the twist—ready? 

I personally know ten people who have won the lottery. Yes, actual winners. Not the "my cousin's neighbor's dog-walker" kind of story, but real people in my life. And some didn't just win pocket change—we're talking millions

A few were instant ticket winners, others hit it big in traditional draws. It always shocks people when I tell them I personally know big lottery winners! And yep, we won a luxury vehicle in 2001! That was amazing! It's since been sold, but wow, what a day that was when I received the call that we won the early-bird prize for that draw.


Final Thoughts: Numbers, Luck, and a Little Magic

Whether you believe in lucky numbers or not, they make life a little more fun. 

They add meaning, spark tradition, and—let's be honest—fuel our dreams when we buy that one lottery ticket "just in case." I'm not saying numbers can change your fate… but hey, if you've got a number that feels lucky, go ahead and play it. You never know what magic it might bring.

What's your lucky number? Do you have one or more than one?




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