Tuesday, April 23, 2013
|Saturday, April 27, 2013 from 9am til 5pm|
Posted by Hannelore Sotzek at 9:34 AM
Thursday, February 14, 2013
|In my winter's solace, I dream. From my dreams arises outlook. And from my outlook I take action.|
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Undeniably, I am a romantic at heart. And in the depths of winter, especially during this very blustery one, I naturally return to my romantic tendencies. "Oh, what a lucky spouse you must have," you might say with a wink and a sly smile. Ha ha. Well, I do give fabulous hugs. In fact, I'm known for them. But such divulgences are not the true intent of this post. The romantic tendencies of which I write follow suit with those of the great Romantic Movement of the 18th-19th Century. (Okay, here is where I need you to stay with me.) Romanticism, as described by The Oxford Companion to English Literature (rev. ed.) is in part an expression of "an extreme assertion of the self and the value of individual experience...together with the sense of the infinite and the transcendental." (Are we still good? Excellent.) Akin to my own mantra, everyone has a story worth telling and being heard. And it is with and from these experiences and stories, especially those that abound from our emotions and imagination, that we grow. In essence, the individual self and its creations matter. You matter. I matter.
And so, winter fills me with a private joy. Beyond the shovelling and re-shovelling, the piles of wet outer (and inner) clothes, and the bitingly frigid elements, I choose to see winter as a gift to myself and my sense of self. It is those same harsh weather conditions that enable me to go inside--physically indoors, yes, but also mentally, emotionally, and spiritually into the heart of me. Winter offers me the ever-elusive and precious opportunity to be silent and still. In this state, I become ready to listen. Introspection and intuition, those trusty allies, loyally join me in my quietude. They offer me their company, and I gratefully accept. Together we consider ideas and points of view. We take time to contemplate the books we have just read rather than becoming prey to serial speed reading. We listen, truly listen, to music—how the melodies build and recede and what the lyrics might mean. We make time to capture it all in our journal. We reflect. From this state of recognition, I can face the next wave of consorts--possibility, determination, and risk--when they come to call, as they invariably do. These three are more adventurous, assertive, and worldly. Were it not for the depths of winter, I might not have the wherewithal to fully appreciate their presence. Wondrously, this season of the year and my life is preparing me for the gifts they bring so I welcome them in, too. Together we will plan for the rebirth that is spring.
Posted by Hannelore Sotzek at 9:31 PM
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Saturday, November 24 & Sunday, November 25, 2012
11am to 4 pm
The 2012 Christmas Handmade Market promises to be even more wonderful than ever. Not only will it offer 80 upscale artisans, it will take place across two neighbouring Niagara locations: Fielding Estate Winery (4020 Locust Lane, Beamsville) AND Good Earth Food and Wine Co. (4556 Lincoln Avenue, Beamsville).
Come out to Good Earth and enjoy the oh so delicious good food galore by Chef Michael Pasto; cider, soup, and sweets in the Schoolhouse; and the Good Wine by the glass. At Fielding Estate Winery, in addition to Fielding Estate Wine by the glass, you can savour delectable delights offered by 4 food trucks: El Gastronomo, Dobro Jesti, Tide & Vine Oyster Co, & Cupcake Diner. Yum, yum, yum, and yum!
And, for your happy (and safe) shopping convenience, ride the shuttle! Niagara Classic Transportation will be running a shuttle between the two wineries for the ridiculously low fare of $2 per person for a round trip! How great is that?! (You’re right--it’s fantastic!)
Posted by Hannelore Sotzek at 11:52 AM
Thursday, November 15, 2012
With gratitude to Design Inkarnation for bringing me to this important cause--Chab Dai Canada aims to bring an end to human trafficking and sexual exploitation through coalition building, community prevention and advocacy. Their goal is to raise $20,000 to build the Freedom Registry--a database of stakeholders combating human trafficking in Canada.
How you can help:
From November 15 - December 6, 2012, you can bid in an online auction to aid this noble fight. If your holiday shopping is already complete, you can simply make a donation. All details are listed at the website below. Thank you!
Posted by Hannelore Sotzek at 10:06 AM
Thursday, March 1, 2012
|With a nod to Shel Silverstein, these books are my giving trees.|
Of course I no longer truly exist at any of those inner layers or rings in life anymore, but the echo of them is there within me. And that's a good thing because they still have real purpose. They are there supporting me, shaping me, strengthening me, and urging me upwards. Likewise, each journal contains a piece of my story and a reason for who I am today. They are a part of my legacy. Each is irreplaceable. There is the "foolproof" locked diary from when I was 9, the romantic floral diary of my teen years, the well-thumbed travel journal from my backpacking-through-Europe adventure, and the I-can't-believe-I'm about-to-be-someone's-mother journal, to name a few. Their forms have changed as I've evolved, but their loyalty has never wavered. In some cases it is I who have abandoned them--some didn't lie open well, others had oddly spaced lines, and some just didn't feel right. Sometimes I've strayed away from them for months and even years, expressing myself in other ways. Patiently they've awaited my return and always have welcomed me home. No questions asked. Together we become mindful of where I've been, where I am now, and where I want to be in all my tomorrows. It's no surprise then that all those journals were once trees, too.
Posted by Hannelore Sotzek at 4:18 PM
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
|I hope that this token will capture wondrous adventures.|
My latest book was not a commission piece nor was it created for an upcoming artisan show. This book was made entirely out of friendship, admiration, and a deep, deep respect. My Tae Kwon Do instructor (yes, you read that properly) is leaving Canada very soon, with a yet-to-be-determined return date. At this time last year, I had no idea he walked the streets of my city; but today, I am a richer person for knowing him and having learned from him. In fact, my life's trajectory has been altered significantly, in part, due to him. There are many extremely positive things that I can say about this special individual, whose inner light makes his students likewise shine, but I will respect his privacy by not doing so in this forum. Anyone who has been blessed to be his student knows whereof I speak.
|I wrapped each signature in a section of |
vintage topographical maps from our region.
Tae Kwon. Thank you, Sir.
Posted by Hannelore Sotzek at 1:51 PM