Sometimes I let my thoughts wander
through the hallways of my mind
and open each and every door
so that all my most precious memories
can come out and mingle in the corridor
and celebrate with one another
I found these gorgeous photos of gypsy caravans in one of my favorite blogs www.designspongeonline.com
I was immediately reminded of a poem I wrote long ago (before my husband and I moved in together)
I searched through many of my journals and finally found it...
my gypsy wagon
with its peeling paint
and flowing curtains
will forever be parked in our suburban back yard
where I can visit it
whenever the need arises
I was so afraid that I would have to abandon all of my dreams of living a full and creative life in order to, you know, be a grown up, pay bills, move up in the world! But with the support and encouragement of my close friends and family, I am living a charmed life doing what I love!!!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
There are days when I am simply going through the motions, days when I want to find my way but perhaps am not looking in the right places. Photos help me to locate that "something" I am looking for. I went out for a drive not too long ago feeling somewhat desperate and lost. There was hoar frost on the trees, beauty all round me, and I wasn't able to see it. I was speeding down gravel roads, singing and crying and texting my best friend about how I was feeling. She was in fact doing the same thing two provinces away! It was as though we were together again despite the distance between us. I was beating myself up for not feeling more inspired and capturing nature's majesty with my camera! As a fellow photographer she was very familiar with those thoughts. She gave me some wonderful advice (as she always does)....she told me to "just be there, feel it, love what you are witnessing". And so I did....Thank You Denise!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Yesterday was so lovely....a day spent with one of my favorite people...Christel! We got together at 10:30am and drove around with our cameras...just chatting, not having a specific itinerary or mapped out course! Despite the disappointment of Pine Ridge Hollow being closed when we arrived with our hungry mouths salivating for their homemade wild mushroom perogies and then the minor catastophe of ending up in a ditch on some gravel road out in the country...I wouldn't change a thing! Afterall, we did giggle all the way home about our young hero "Jason" smirking and saying:
"Wow...you girls didn't even try to veer away from the ditch....you just drove straight in!"
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Looking back...an entire year's worth of memories. Already losing their vibrancy...but like a patchwork quilt, well-used, well-loved, the ability to comfort simply grows as time passes. Each individual piece depicts a different story. Feelings felt, places visited, challenges met, mistakes made...all leading up to this day, this very moment. And where am I? A question I ask myself over and over again. Have I arrived? Am I on my way??? Am I even headed in the right direction? No one really knows. We can simply trust our hearts...that our hearts will lead us to a place we can call home. The trouble is tuning out all of the noise, all of the distractions that living confronts us with...financial struggles, familial responsibilities, menial chores, the need for sleep even! I constantly feel as though I am in a marathon race against time! Juggling so many things at once. And I need to remind myself too, that even if all the things you are juggling are GOOD...simplify! Focus on those things that are the most important to you.
That brings me to the here and now. My New Year's resolutions. I could spew off hundreds!!! But I want to prioritize just a couple. The first of which is an emotional and physical overhaul! Rebalancing. The first step I've taken is filling out an application for the Energy Exchange program at Moksha Yoga. I volunteer at the studio for four hours a week and in return have a free membership! Perfect!!! Not only will this contribute to my emotional and physical well-being, but also give me a sense of belonging and connection to community. Next resolution...to live in gratitude. When I get caught up in the hustle and bustle...I tend to forget just how fortunate I am. In 2010 I want to be mindful of all the little things that I take for granted. One way I thought I could help myself to do this is to give back. I have culled through many of my belongings and have come up with a few boxes for Helping Hands in Winnipeg, I signed up to sponsor a woman in Africa through Women for Women International, and I am looking to volunteer at Siloam Mission.
I really hope that these changes and the choices that I make in the coming year facilitate the growth that I crave in my life. With my family, my business, my self. I want to set a good example for my son. I want him to grow up in a world full of hope and love. Perhaps if hope and love is what I choose to see all around me as well as within, he may someday follow suit.
“Look at life through the windshield, not the rear-view mirror”
Happy New Year everyone!!!
Friday, December 11, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
So now that I have let you all ponder my magical day in Normandy for a week...I was thinking of letting you in on a couple of secrets. We all know that the path to enlightenment is awash with many challenges from petty to considerable, and that unless you are perhaps Buddha or the Dalai Lama, these challenges do not always bring out the best in us. So after our 5 km seaside hike, we were running somewhat short of daylight for the D-Day beaches. Dan and I decided that instead of a sit down restaurant we would get something "quick". What does "quick" usually translate into....yes that is correct...we went through the "McDrive" at the "McCafe"! Somehow the French manage to make fast food sound elegant. So I order a lovely Filet royale, which is a filet-o-fish with lettuce and tomato...and I am certain that the lovely tidbit was caught fresh that morning!!! Dan, being the "McConnoisseur", wastes ten minutes at the drive through window, while the line up behind us grows, trying to describe his special order to the unsuspecting and extremely FRENCH "McDrive" window attendant. My persistant glares encourage him gently to order something that is actually on the menu. After our romantic car dinner in le parking lot we set off for the beaches. Little did we know that the seaside town of Cherbourg held an annual marathon every November 11th, and so, all major thoroughfares were barricaded off! After circling for the better part of thirty minutes, during most of which Dan cursed loudly in French and pounded the steering wheel, and I of course insisted on commenting how nice even the back streets are...we back tracked our way out and rerouted:)