Good People, Good Deeds

Sunday Selections #778 -- Colour of the Month: Electric Rose

For today's Sunday Selections,

a blog hop party of photography challenges

hosted by River of Drifting Through Life --

I'm fulfilling the Colour of the Month prompt

provided by Charlotte of MotherOwl's Musings.

This month's colour is Electric Rose.

Here's what I found around my place

to fulfill the colour prompt.

1. Household Bucket and Tai Chi Fan

The household bucket is kind of self-explanatory, LOL.

My tai chi fan has a beautiful pink peony on it.

Here's the fan opened wide for a better view.

Back in the day when I was doing an extensive tai chi practice,

I used this in a "tai chi kung fu fan" routine.

If you'd like to know more about that, click here.

2. T-shirt and Nightie

I don't usually wear a lot of pink

(too girly-girl for me), so these are

the only two clothing items I have in that colour.

I never attended or got a degree from the U of A,

but I worked there for quite a few years in a legal think tank.

I love the pink (and black) kitties on the nightie!

Its background colour is actually a very light pink too,

but it doesn't really show up in the photo.

This nightie is as old as the bloody hills

but I keep holding on to it for some reason.

Oh, who am I fooling? KITTIES!

[Photos © Debra She Who Seeks, 2026]

Bad Bunny! BAD BUNNY!

No, not THAT Bad Bunny!

THIS Bad Bunny!

I don't give a shit about American football,

but you can bet I'll be watching

the Super Bowl Halftime Show tomorrow!

I hope Bad Bunny DOES wear a

Liam Conejo Ramos' bunny hat

during the show!

What an even more powerful

statement that would make!

All the haters in MAGA

will be streaming their own

sorry excuse for a halftime show

somewhere on the internet --

Go, Bad Bunny, Go!

You are the best of America!

Friday Face OFF -- Silhouette Cats

For today's Friday Face OFF link party

of art featuring faces, hosted by Nicole of

DVArtist, Art, Food, Gardening blog . . .

Before I did last week's light-and-shadow portrait

of the Winter Soldier, I wanted to test

my newly acquired white ink pens and

see how they were to work with.

I had a couple of photos of back-lit kitties

in my photo reference file, so I drew them first.

They were fun and pretty quick to do!

[Freehand drawing on

black Stonehenge paper

done directly in white ink pen]

[Art and photos of art © Debra She Who Seeks, 2026]

And Now, In "Heated Rivalry" News . . .

1. Everyone's a Fan!

The Prime Minister (who is, of course, a big hockey fan)

was gifted with his very own "Heated Rivalry"

Team Canada Olympic fleece from the series!

He's fanboying alright!

2. Release The Fleece!

Fans all over the world want to buy a fleece too

and apparently it will soon be available to order

from Province of Canada manufacturing company.

No price has been announced yet, but

10% of sale proceeds will be donated to an

LGBTQ+ charity yet to be named.

3. Olympic Torch Bearers!

Continuing on with the Olympics theme,

both lead stars got to be torch bearers last month

in the Olympic Torch Relay in Italy!

That's right -- "Go daddy" indeed!

4. Let's Make a Smoothie!

Blogging buddy Sixpence Notthewiser of (LO) IMPRESCINDIBLE blog

recently posted an absolutely hilarious but very NSFW parody video. 

I laughed so hard that tears ran down my leg (as they say)!

You can see the video here on his blog or on YouTube here.

Don't miss the outtakes at the end!

5. Speaking of Sixpence . . .

I believe he is re-reading all the novels

by Rachel Reid that the series is based on.

So here's the perfect bookmark for that!

6. And Sixpence, Don't Miss This!

Those of you who read Sixpence's blog know that he

loooooves videos about architectural styles and how people

decorate their homes. Another blogging buddy, 

Parnassus (Jim) of The Road to Parnassus, just sent me

a video discussing all the houses in "Heated Rivalry" (thanks, Jim!)

The video is 15 minutes long but worth a watch if you're a fan!

Black History Month -- Harriet Tubman

[Michael Rosato, Take My Hand, 2019]

Harriet Tubman (c.1822-1913)

American escaped slave,

abolitionist and social activist,

conductor on the Underground Railroad.

Isn't this art wonderful?

I love how she is emerging from the mural,

stepping out of frame, extending her hand,

helping the viewer enter the scene.

As if she is saying,

"Fear not. Have courage.

Come with me. Your freedom awaits."

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This post is also being linked to

Sunday in the Art Room HERE

Imbolc Cyberspace Poetry Slam

["Imbolc" by S.R. Harrell, 2025]

Today is Imbolc, a pagan holiday which celebrates, not Spring per se, but rather, the promise of Spring. It is also the sacred day of Brigid the Bright, the Celtic Goddess of (among other things) poetry.

The Imbolc Cyberspace Poetry Slam has been celebrated for quite a few years now by various pagans around the blogosphere. On February 1st (Imbolc Eve) or February 2nd (Imbolc Day), people post a favourite poem written by themselves or by another poet so that, collectively, an internet web of poetry is woven to honour Brigid.

This year I am posting a poem by Danusha Laméris, an accomplished and award-winning American poet and essayist, whose website is here. In a time of great anger, uncertainty, and cruelty, we need to keep sight of the importance of kindness, consideration, and empathy. Her poem Small Kindnesses shows the true value of these little everyday interactions. I first found this poem a couple of years ago on blogging buddy Liz Hinds' Finding Life Hard? blog, so thank you for that, Liz!

Small Kindnesses

by Danusha Laméris

I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk

down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs

to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you”

when someone sneezes, a leftover

from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying.

And sometimes, when you spill lemons

from your grocery bag, someone else will help you

pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other.

We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot,

and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile

at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress

to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder,

and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass.

We have so little of each other, now. So far

from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange.

What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these

fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here,

have my seat,” “Go ahead—you first,” “I like your hat.”