I so remember the excitement and wonder I felt, as a young child of five or six years, walking the five blocks to public school and seeing, really seeing, blades of grass, an ant or caterpillars (of which there were many), a stone which caught my eye, the shapes of leaves rustling in the trees, a crack in the cement sidewalk, the gravel between the sidewalk and the road. Each day was a new, anticipated experience that made me feel so incredibly alive. Being so much closer to ground than an adult, gave a magnified view, a more immediate perspective to nature. The old-fashioned perennial gardens right smack at my eye level were magic with their bleeding hearts, roses, peonies, and a multitude of other bright and beautiful blooms and fragrances.

I dawdled on my four daily journeys, to and fro’ in the morning and again after lunch, loving the experience of examining my world. In between the walks, having to sit quietly and still in the classroom was an impossibility for me. Filled with thoughts itching to be expressed and bubble forth, my chattiness resulted in reprimands. Then came the inevitable long minutes in the hall, waiting to see the principal and suffer the strap on my little hands. None of that deterred me. My thoughts, ideas and experiences persisted in being expressed.

The one punishment that gave me pause was the notation about my talkative nature in my report cards. A gentle admonishing from my parents resulted. I hated disappointing them.

Authority figures in school were another matter. Their opinions did not impact me as much as did Mom and Dad’s. My quiet rebellion at school continued into my post grad nursing program where I was always in trouble. I did try harder with teachers whom I liked and respected. But even as a young child, I tended not to respect anyone who did not like or respect me.

I don’t know where this ingrained belief system came from. Perhaps it was knowing my parents not only loved me, but trusted and respected me. Adults who did not live up to that mark in my eyes, experienced my talkative, waywardness, my only method of exerting some control over my own life.

I was an only child for the first eight years of my life with no peers to share my wonder of the world around me. Perhaps that influenced my desire to talk in school.

Whatever the reason, I remember with great affection, the magic of my childhood and the magic of my small, happy world. And such memories keep me feeling like me, despite the wrinkles and limitations of age.



“TIDY HOUSE, TIDY MIND” (or not?) . Memoir . Einstein & I

Messy Home Or Tidy Home – Which Is Better For The Mind?

By HSD (Home Style Directory) staff .  (See link below)

Recent research has shown that there may indeed be benefits from both having a lovely clean home and a messy one.


Experiment 1

One group of participants were asked to fill out a questionnaire in a tidy space and another group were asked to complete the questionnaire in a messy space with objects strewn everywhere.
They were then asked:
1. to donate to charity and
2. choose a healthy or unhealthy snack.
Experiment 1 showed that the participants in the tidy room chose to eat healthy snacks and donated more money to charity than the messier participants, thus indicating a tendency to follow conventional expectations of good behaviour.

Experiment 2

In another experiment participants were given a ping pong ball and asked to come up with different uses for it.
Experiment 2 showed that the participants in a messy space were a great deal more creative with their flow of ideas than the participants in the tidy room.


So very broadly speaking, if you want to encourage your children to be more creative, it looks like you will have to allow them some space to be downright messy. If you want conventional, well behaved children then keep everything in the home ordered and tidy!


We asked 500 members of The Home Style Directory communities if they knew that allowing their child to have an untidy room would help them to be more creative would they be able to turn a blind eye to the mess?
37% said yes
52% said no
11% shrugged

It is worth noting that Einstein was notoriously messy!

“If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?”


– However, before all you messy pups start cheering and aligning yourselves with Einstein’s genius, remember, you don’t have to have an empty desk, just an ordered one. Spit spot! “


I love this article. Justification for my piles everywhere – I am just too busy being creative!     LRP



And thanks to:           http://theeditorsjournal.wordpress.com/author/theeditorsjournal/


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INSIGHT & INSPIRATION (2) . Memoir . Quotations .

Coco, my friend
Coco, my friend.



I collect quotes. I have for decades.

So I thought I would occasionally share some with you – a few at a time – ones that depict my mood on the particular day. I wrote one of my all time favourites on my “About Me” page, right here in inknpetals.wordpress.com :

“Literature had told him that everything had happened before, everything had been endured before, and so everything could be endured again.”       

AARON LATHAM: ‘Orchids for Mother’ 1977

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And … I love the following. Methinks it explains a lot  . . .

“Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent.”

Isaac Asimov

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Inner Peace

“ …I whole-heartedly believe that the feeling of deep inner peace is 

neurological circuitry located in our Right Brain. 

(This circuitry is) always running and always available …

It is not something we bring with us from the past or project into the future.

Step one to experiencing inner peace is the willingness to 

be present in the right here, right now.” 

Jill Bolte Taylor, Ph.D. (neuroanatomist)  ~ “My Stroke of Insight” (p.159)

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Procrastination is the act of replacing high priority actions and tasks with low priority ones.  It is the act of watching television when your exams are 3 days away. It is the act of sitting on your computer instead of going out and socializing.”

Daniel: growupproper.wordpress.com


On DEATH & DYING . Memoir . ‘This is Hunger This is Pain’ blog Nov.15/13 .



I AM STILL HAUNTED BY THE PHOTO IN MY POST YESTERDAY, ‘This is Hunger This is Pain’ … of the heartbreaking yet incredibly beautiful, and so personal, mother’s good-bye to her child.

The sight of the wee baby in that meticulously dug hole makes me shudder – NOT at the sight of the child in its grave, but at the elaborate funeral frippery we in NorthAmerica have come to think is OK. Modern funerals and funeral homes completely remove us from death, from our goodbye. It wasn’t many decades ago that our dead were placed in simple coffins in our living rooms for a day of so of viewing and good-byes before burial. This is still the practice in many countries.

I am not saying I want us to revert to burying our dead in our back yards, but there must be a more honest, more real, way. Even the language of some people have removed the words of death from their lexicon. I cringe when I hear the elaborate ways people have of avoiding the reality. – just watch television for a few hours and the avoidance pounces at you.

Death is a part of life. We are born. We live. We die.

How do I want to depart this life? I am still thinking on this. But what I do not want is a metal-lined, heavy as a tree trunk, sterile coffin. I am not a fan of incineration either, whoops – cremation. Nor do I love the ideas of the circle-of-life process in the ground before inevitably returning to earth. All in all, none of the options is great.

Death is not an easy topic, but it should be. It is inevitable. It happens to each and every one of us. So, I prefer to think on it and make decisions about my farewell to those I love.

So, I choose …

. A simple, non-religious funeral with photos of me (in case you have already forgotten :), and photos with family and friends – photos of my life.

. Flowers – there have to be flowers – a few lovely bouquets of flowers – not ‘ funeral arrangements’, but pastel flowers in season and a few gorgeous long-stem roses, all in gorgeous vases.

. My four genealogy volumes lying about for people to glance through and remember those in my life, those who helped shape it, those alive and dead.

. And music – music I love. Music that fills my soul and so will hopefully ease the pain of my family. (That’s assuming they will experience pain. Tho’ I have learned ‘never assume’. Sorry guys – a bit of levity is in order here). So just play my iPod or iPhone. That will do it.

. It would be nice to have the loves of my life speak at my funeral – of love and lots of laughter please. I am not above ridicule. So remember the good times, the funny times. Remember it all.

. Then watch my ashes catch the breeze across beautiful Georgian Bay.


Sunset over the south shore of Georgian Bay
Sunset over the south shore of Georgian Bay

I do not believe in an after life, but if there is one, I will watch my family in a sunbeam, a flower, the pure strains of a violin, or the ripple of piano keys, in all the beauty surrounding them.

My apologies to Dr.Elizabeth Kubler Ross for borrowing her title.


QUOTATIONS of INSIGHT (1) . ‘Decades’ . My 60’s .

Butterfly Dreams - Watercolour by LRP

Butterfly Dreams – Watercolour by LRP

“Quotations” of INSIGHT & INSPIRATION  (1)

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“There is a space between fact and fiction that we inhabit most of the time.”

Johanna Skibsrud:  “The Sentamentalist”, 2010 Giller Prize winner 

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“Oh wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us – To see ousels as others see us.”

ROBERT BURNS:     Scottish Poet

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“Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent.” 

Isaac Asimov

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“Chogyam Trungpa always had everyone sing “Cheerful Birthday,” not “Happy Birthday,” saying that Happiness was a state of mind that had Sadness or Unhappiness on its flip side. Cheerfulness, he said, better described a fundamental way or attitude of being. So, growing up in the Buddhist tradition, we always sang Cheerful Birthday to you… Either way is great, as long as you consider that you’re not wishing a temporary state of being based on circumstances—but rather that the you may truly continue to become friends with oneself.”

Waylon Lewis – born and raised in an American Buddhist family.    Re-posted – Jen Maidenberg’s blog, ‘Yadda Yadda Yadda’ :                                                    Post – “Cheerful Birthday to Me .. A Ballad Sung Solo”

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“We are like butterflies that flutter for a day and think it is forever.” 

Dr. Carl Sagan



DETAIL, Inside Front Cover of Book - Ink & Watercolour by LRP
DETAIL, Inside Front Cover of Book – Ink & Watercolour by LRP

“You Come From Good Blood.”


Over and over, Grandma Kincaid told us, “You come from good blood”.

She wasn’t telling us that we had blue blood, but that we each had the innate strength to pick ourselves up when we fell. She was telling all her large family that much was expected of us and that we could overcome any obstacle with the grit and perseverance in our genetic make-up.

‘You come from good blood.’  The simple, repetitive litany made me feel proud and reluctant to disappoint my family. It inspired me. I believed it. I descended from generations of strong, hard-working, mostly honorable (but inevitably flawed) people.

Knowing I came from ‘good blood’ allowed me keep my head above water when life’s difficulties were shoving me beneath the surface.

LRP 2006

Journal Sketch - Ink & Watercolour by LRP
Journal Sketch – Ink & Watercolour by LRP

“Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards.”  


My Genealogy Search

I long believed it was necessary discover my own roots and those of my husband. This was possibly, in part, due to Grandma’s teaching. But, also, when I began to have children of my own, I knew I needed to discover which of my ancestors’ genes were replicated in me and in my descendants. Knowing the past, helps us understand the present.

In my four genealogy volumes, I wrote a note to my descendants, present and future. It read, in part:

“My wish is, that learning about your ancestors will enrich your lives and give you insight into some of your own traits and feelings. My hope is, that knowing your lineage will give you a sense of belonging. It will help you feel less alone in this increasingly impersonal and madly rushing society, and where nuclear families are often scattered throughout the world.”  

The stories throughout GOOD BLOOD depict moments in time, moments in the lives of my family, past and present. The stories are primarily about women … and a few men.  I am in love with their stories.

“Listen for other voices in the Cosmic Fugue.”


I have listened for other voices and recorded some of them, and I have felt the impact of those voices in my life and the lives of my children. We better know ourselves when we understand (or try to understand) others.

Courage, resilience, a sense of humour and a positive attitude are repetitive traits found in most of the following stories. Their voices illustrate that courage is often required in the extraordinary as well as the most banal moments of ordinary lives. Without it we are lost.

Listen.    And read …

Linda Robertson Paupst . August 23, 2001 . rev 2013 .

 Genre of ”GOOD BLOOD”

 is Creative Nonfiction 

That means I have augmented and embellished the accounts of the lives of family and ancestors in order to create hopefully interesting stories filled with their thoughts, emotions, intentions. I have changed the names of the charactors to protect the innocent and the guilty.

I do not mind my washing being hung out to dry (see my Memoir, “Decades”, for that), but others may not feel the same way.

Journal Sketch - Ink & Watercolour by LRP
Journal Sketch – Ink & Watercolour by LRP