Macleod Momentum

I have been doing some thinking lately about what it means to lead a charmed life.  I look around, particularly in my Young Living life, and realize how many people are fortunate for their new-found financial freedom, family freedom, and of course are quite healthy in wellness generally. And now of course with the horrific acts that have taken place in Canada lately really make me stop and reflect on the fortune we live with and expect.   I decided to ask Mr Google what it means to lead a charmed life and the definition is: to always be lucky and safe from danger .  Of course you'll find different definitions depending on the site you choose to read, but this is the one I chose. At first glance I think, "well, aren't we all leading a charmed life?" But I think the answer is no.  At my own searching for God and the Holy Spirit working inside of me, I've come to realize nobody is "always" safe from danger. I know we all know no amount of mo

I'm killing my kids. It's as simple as that.  No matter where I turn there is something I am doing completely wrong that is harming them. It is so depressing to read the blogs, articles and links all over Facebook explaining in great detail all the things we should be doing differently as parents and as a society.  And maybe so.  I admit it, we're a world full of idiots!  We are destroying the Earth and ourselves.  But at what point will I find comfort in what I'M doing? Food, GMO, hybrid--everything I'm feeding my family isn't good.  Even if it's fruit and vegetables I have conversations with friends about whether it's organic or not.  Some blow off organic to mean nothing different at all, others hold it in high regard.  Either way, I'm left staring down at the food wondering, "What the heck?!"  Am I making it so my children and grandchildren will not be able to reproduce because we're eating regular popcorn? I recentl

As I was putting things away in the pantry this evening, I was washed over with the memory of Oma's schnitzel. Everything about it was delicious to me; the colour, the taste, texture, familiarity.  It was good hot or cold.  As her and Opa's health was declining--when they still lived in the house at 53 Nagel Avenue--I made darn sure to study the technique to I could in fact make schnitzel just like her.  And I think I mastered it. Today, my little family went to see her, as we do every single Wednesday.  Now, she resides at The Redwoods Retirement Residence where she does not cook a one meal..  She simply catches the elevator to the dining room and is served three times a day.  How convenient!  But this brought me back to a thought I have linger from time to time.  Maybe you have too? I wonder when the last time I ate Oma's schnitzel was...and I didn't even know it.  If I had a time machine and I could set it for that particular meal, what would it look like--who we

Just when you think you know someone, you get a call from the RCMP asking you questions. My dear friend Angie has been in the ongoing process of applying for the RCMP over the last 12 months.  Although it is a long and grueling process, I'm happy that 1. The process is this intense! and 2. My friend is in the final stages of acceptance! She has gone through rigorous physical tests, CRAZY psychological tests, interviews and exams.  She texted me a few days ago and told me they started phoning her references--nearly the LAST step of the process!  Seriously, within about a half hour my phone rang.  On the other end was this pleasant sounding woman who asked if I had a minute to speak about Angie MacDonald.  Excited for her, I promptly said yes and motioned for Kevin to deal with the girls!  I locked myself in my bedroom for effective listening and she began asking. You think you know someone pretty good, that you're "close" until the questions start.  She asked man

WOWZER! Can you really believe it's been OVER a YEAR since I blogged.  Really quite sad!  This was always such a wonderful way to get my thoughts and feelings rationalized and categorized--a great way for me to move on... Shame on me for digressing from such a healthy and peaceful pastime. I suggest reading the rest AT YOUR OWN RISK as my thoughts have had a tendency to offend people as of late.  Hence the blog.  When I think too much or need help sorting out my brains, I write.  And when I write, I drink.  So yes, there is an open bottle of beer beside me... Yum. There has been a multitude of thoughts circulating in my big ole pumpkin for quite some time and I still haven't made sense of it all...  I understand A. Humans are sinners and B. We're totally works in progress.  But knowing this doesn't necessarily make things easier.  I trip up ALL the time, say things incorrectly, do things incorrectly, eat the wrong things--you get the idea.  Some things that have bee