Thank You …

Celebration bouquet

Here’s a bouquet of lovely Lilium for my 600 followers.

Thank you for sharing my journey.

To all who pass through, thank you for stopping by.

To all a peace-filled and happy day …

Dorothy 🙂


©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell  CreativeWorks 2013

Evil … and Good


Evil lurks in the shadows.

Mascarades as something

It is not.

Fear is its watchword.

Whatever its face

It lies








It hurts; not heals.

Drives pain; not peace.

Evil is miserable.

Misery demands company.

Will you be that company?



Goodness thrives in the light.

Light penetrates the dark.

It is everything it seems.

It is truth










It heals; not hurts.

Drives peace; not pain.

Good is contented in its own company

Yet open to the company of those of like heart.

Will you be that company?


Just a stream of consciousness thought.

I always like to end on a good note. 😉

Thanks for visiting.

Dorothy 🙂


©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013

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A Few of My Favourite Things

A favourite flower

A favourite flower


Daily Prompt: On the interview show Inside the Actors’ Studio, host James Lipton asks each of his guests the same ten questions. What are your responses?


What is your favorite word? ~ Love ~ because it is the root of all peace

What is your least favorite word?~ Hate ~ because it is the opposite of love and leads to all war

What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? ~ truth

What turns you off? ~ lack of integrity, dishonesty

What is your favorite curse word? ~ I don’t curse enough to know

What sound or noise do you love? ~ silence punctuated by nature

What sound or noise do you hate? ~ disharmony

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? ~ acting or jazz singing

What profession would you not like to do? ~ mathematician

If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? ~ Welcome home, my child.


Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂

©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013


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Lest We Forget …

Archie Gordon


On April 6, 1943, a Halifax bomber with 405 Squadron of the Royal Canadian Air Force, in which my great uncle, Sergeant Archibald Don Gordon, was flight engineer, was shot down over the Bay of Biscay off the coast of France.



The second youngest of a large farm family living in northern Alberta, he was a bright and cheerful chap adored by everyone. He was closest in age to my grandmother and they were fast friends.

He volunteered.

On the back of his photo (above) my grandmother wrote:

“He said, ‘Someone has to do it.'”

He was in his early 20s when he left for war. He did his duty for his country and paid the ultimate price.

Sergeant Gordon’s body was recovered and is buried in the war cemetery in Pornic, France.

My grandmother had custody of his service medals until the day she died, and they remain in the family to this day.

Standing to attention


He was only one of many, many lost.

Lest we forget …

Thanks for visiting,



©Dorothy Chiotti, All Rights Reserved 2013

We Have Contact …

Daily prompt: Connect the Dots


If there’s one thing horse people understand it’s the importance of connection.

To me connection with the horse starts on the ground. Once that’s achieved connection in the saddle is more easily achieved.

I like to hang out with my horse in the arena. Chase him around a bit if he has some extra energy.

When he’s done he happily reconnects with me, following me around like a giant puppy dog eager that I might share with him whatever tasty carrot morsel might be stowed in my jacket pocket.

It’s such a peaceful, happy time.

Occasionally I’ll bring my iPhone with me and get creative. He loves the attention so it never poses a problem.

I got experimental one day last month and focused on shadows, which have always fascinated me. I’m thrilled with the results.

Here’s connection …



Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂


©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013

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Let’s Talk About Peace

Today’s prompt:

Placebo Effect: If you could create a painless, inexpensive cure for a single ailment, what would you cure and why?


Light House

Seems to me, as I observe the world around me, there’s a lot of talk about world peace and very little action.

Talk is cheap.

You want world peace?

Start at home.

It’s my observation, and experience, that until we can find the peace within ourselves we cannot hope to experience peace in our immediate circle never mind in the world-at-large.

The sad fact is, most people don’t have a clue what real peace even feels like.

Perhaps, like me, they’ve grown up in a broken home. Or maybe their experience is a war torn country or violent community or abusive home.

When the peace of home is interrupted, for whatever reason, and unbalances our experience of life we are, to borrow from yesterday’s theme, in conflict with ourselves trying to find that balance again.

This plays out in our struggle with the world even while most of us don’t understand why we’re struggling.

Memories are buried beneath layers of coping mechanisms which numb us from the truth of who we really are and prevent us from finding the peace within for which we crave.

We are angry, sad, resentful, self-abusive, guilt-ridden, unforgiving of others and, perhaps more importantly, of ourselves for whatever part we perceive we might have played in our pain.

As we unconsciously absorb all of that negative energy it gets projected outward at every one around us.

I know. I’ve seen it in my own family. I’ve done it myself.

It isn’t until we actually sit down and have a heart-to-heart with that hurt and grieving part of ourselves that we have a chance of finding the peace we desire … inside ourselves and out in the world.

Perhaps my view is simplistic. Still, I believe that each one of us, in every walk of life, needs to find our own inner peace if we have a hope of participating in peace on a global scale.

My painless, inexpensive cure for finding peace?

Self-awareness and love. Understanding why we are the way we are and the effect we have on the people around us is the key, and then lovingly repairing the broken parts of ourselves that speak so loudly and cause us, and those around us, such misery.

It starts with becoming the observer of your life. Investing in good books that help to raise awareness. And, if there is the opportunity, sitting down with a qualified third-party and talking things out for as long as it takes.

Addressing the emotional, mental and spiritual issues that drive our peace away is key.

“But this is expensive,” you protest.

Hmmm … not as expensive as destroying precious relationships and creating misery in the wake of our unresolved anger, grief, guilt, shame and resentfulness.

When we can find the peace within we can promote peace in the world around us.

I wish you peace.


Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂


©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013


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Daily Prompt: Conflict

I’ve joined the post-a-blog-a-day-for-a-month-thing, not realizing that living in Canada makes me ineligible.

Should have known when I couldn’t get the badge to stick in my widget thingymejig.

Notwithstanding, I have made it a goal to post something on Eyes to Heart every day for the month of November.  Sometimes I might respond to the Daily Prompt; others I may dream something up on my own. May be short. May be long. I have many other projects on the go. But I thought I’d give it a whirl. Hopefully this won’t present too much of a conflict. 😉

Whatever happens, it will be a blogosphere adventure.

Enjoy the ride!



I’m going to stretch the meaning of conflict here, mostly because I choose not to engage in it. At least, not with other people. Most of my conflict is, and always has been, internal. If you’re interested in exploring that, please visit my blog In So Many Words. My most recent post touches on how a visit to war torn Sarajevo changed my life.

But I digress …

We were  minding our own business on a day trip in Yorkshire this past September when we bumped into this 1940s reenactment in the ancient village of Grassington.

It was a conflict of eras  ~ people in 1940s costume mingling with us 21st century day trippers in a village hundreds of years old.

And, certainly, this unexpected step back-in-time conflicted with our original plan of enjoying a quiet village visit.

Still, we spent a lovely hour or so engaging with the many war time displays and the general spirit of celebration and fun.

Celebrating the end of a conflict.

I like that … 🙂

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂


©DorothyChiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013

Peace is where you find it …


In the distance, the beating of war drums;

The rubbing of greedy hands together;

The exchange of threats;

The sweat of fear;

The cries of innocents.


And here …


Each day is a gift I give myself

Each moment a chance to see light

Each virtue a strength to rejoice in

Like the stars that illumine the night.


We cry for peace “out there” when so few of us have made the effort to find it “in here.”

We cannot ask the World to give to us what we cannot provide for ourselves.

I write this as I listen to the barbs and threats exchanged between nations

A deluge of ego-filled hatred with no concern but its own definition of justice.

Hearts filled with anger, greed, hatred, corruption, dishonesty are the lords of war.

Hearts filled with love, integrity, honesty, generosity, kindness and forgiveness are the angels of light.

We must ask ourselves in all candour: “Where do I stand on the quest for peace we all say we desire?

And, if I don’t like where I stand, am I prepared to do anything about it?”


Thanks for visiting …



©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013

The Watering Hole …

Blue Jays at the Bubble Rock

We had visitors to the bubble rock a couple of weeks ago.

Actually, our little watering hole attracts a lot of transients, especially on those really hot summer days when any supply of fresh running water ~ for drinking and bathing ~ is a welcome relief.

On this occasion a flock of young Blue Jays  ~ about five or six of them ~ stopped by for refreshment.

I’ve never seen so many in one sighting ~ it was quite spectacular. They lingered for several minutes, which gave me just enough time to capture, in digital through my kitchen window, a couple of them indulging in some Adam’s Ale.

I haven’t seen them since.

And I’m not likely to for a little while either. The water pump broke the other day and we’re still trying to get a hold of the people who installed it so they can fix it.

Needless to say, though I do my best to take it in stride, I am perturbed.

As much as the bubble rock is a nice rest stop for the birds, squirrels, chipmunks, felines and the occasional naughty puppy dog, it’s also my corner of solitude where I go to read in the late afternoon and catch my breath at the end of the day. I’m actually quite astonished at how unsettled I feel without the sight and sound of soft burbling waters running down the face of this non-descript boulder.  It’s my summer panacea; my place to chill; my rock.

Not to mention I miss the visits of my feathered friends.

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂


©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWork 2013