Claim Your Right

Are we in a position to claim certain rights in this world?

As a person who hardly ever asks for help as I suffer from the "do self" syndrome, I embark on journeys and projects that I have never tried before and have no experience with. All with varying results, of course.
Nevertheless, I believe there are times and even grounds for claiming rewards.

This morning I blocked Arnfinn as he climbed the stairs.
"Road toll," I claimed.
He could not pass until I had received a proper toll - a kiss.
Standing up for our rights is important and good. A kiss was granted me on the stairs.

By paying taxes, we may claim many privileges and rights in the country we live in.
Working produces wages and payment and we can claim an estate by inheritance, claim credit for an idea, claim responsibility for a certain action, and claim authorship of a novel.

We can claim respect, but only if we have earned it.
We can make a claim - even a false claim, if we are not trustworthy.

A claim is simply a demand for something due.
Even in the scriptures we can read how we can rightfully claim many privileges and blessings if we do our part.

Seems to me that in order to claim, I have to do something in return.
Claiming would be wrong and selfish if I was not willing to give.

All claims must be in writing.
So there you have it!

Today's water color is called "Kvila" - a place to rest.

Mistletoe and Kisses

There's a dry little twig of mistletoe hanging in the doorway entrance to the living room at the Duck and Cherry. It hangs there all year around. I don't see the need to take it down the other eleven months of the year, although Arnfinn claims that he doesn't need a mistletoe to kiss. Even so, I definitely need to replace the dried out little sprig with a fresher one.

When we lived in Austria I saw the farmers selling large balls of mistletoe on the Christmas markets. The Austrian hang mistletoe with red ribbons on their front door for luck during the season. Some put a sprig on the threshold to ward off nightmares.

I walked up to an older man selling large branches of mistletoe on a stand at the large Christmas market in Linz one December day.

"I would like to buy a small twig of mistletoe," I said.

"Can't do that," he answered gruffly."I only sell whole balls."

I looked at the large mistletoe and my imagination started flashing images of romance and kissing in abundance in the doorway.

"You can do a lot of kissing under such a large branch of mistletoe," I said and laughed.

The man was just as serious and clearly had no idea what I was talking about. He was surely missing out on a lot of fun - and Christmas romance.

Tradition says to hang the mistletoe in the ceiling during the Christmas season. If a woman stands under the mistletoe, she has to allow anyone to kiss her - no protest. For every kiss the man would pick a berry and when the berries ran out, so did the kissing.

The berries actually hold a very sticky substance used for making glue and in olden days it was used to catch birds.

The thing is, the juice from the mistletoe is quite poisonous if it gets into the bloodstream.

We like to live dangerously, don't we?

Mistletoe or Viscum album is a protected species in Norway, since 1956, actually the first plant to be protected in this country. Trees with mistletoe cannot be cut down or hurt in any way. Even though it is a hemi-parasitic shrub that lives on the stems of other trees, it is attractive and rare enough to be allowed privacy.

When you look at a tree with a large mistletoe against the blue sky, it's easy to think it's a bird's nest and not a growing plant. Close up the plant is pretty with small rounded leaves and white, shiny berries.

Photos today: one of my beloved cross-stitch Christmas tree decorations, the small dry sprig over our door, and a tree with mistletoe in Salzburg.
(last photo from Austriahttp://flickrhivemind.net/Tags/mistletoe,viscumalbum/Interesting)

A Kiss on a Stick

We have heard tales of monkeys and how they thrive from getting hugs. Even though I don't agree with Darwin, I must admit that people are the same. We need hugs!

I have seen how elderly people who live alone are happy just to shake someones hand, and if you give them a hug, they light up. Physical contact is important to the human race.

I tried to remedy this need one time I was really sick. Arnfinn did not want me anywhere close in fear of catching whatever I had. So I drew a kiss on a piece of paper and glued it on the point of a long stick and poked it towards him. I thought that giving him an imaginary kiss would help me feel better. He smiled, and I knew then that my plan had worked. He has the "bestest" smiling wrinkles and his smiles always makes me feel better, so I guess it worked.

Even if you're in a hurry, a smile, a hug, a kiss is certainly not a waste of time. In fact, it can make your day so much better.

Today's water color is called "Hønserypa", and shows a very interested rooster, looking at the cute little hen.