Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Views from my kayak




I haven't posted enough here since Blogger changed the format and every time I do show up here, it feels a bit frantic as I click around finding my sweet spot.


I have been having some sweet experiences like outdoor art for everyone

\


finding polar bears during an extended, parching heat wave


and out houses right off the secondary highway


not to mention thinking I was candidly photographing a heavily tattooed man only to get home and find I wasn't so candid with my camera.


Life has been hard and strange and exhilarating and I still don't know which direction I am headed any given day. The best I do is show up and sometimes muck along, sometimes grab the brass ring. Just when I thought I had tempered the change blasting through, I feel yet another wave of light and shadow shaking me up and making sure I am exactly where I need to be.

.


Thursday, July 5, 2012

Where I've Been


Here and there.  Not here-here.  But here in my life.


I have been leaving some of the Rock Fairy's messages behind




wishing Anne Lamott would write another book about her spiritual journey because I could use her insights and humour right now.


 So much change, some welcome and some not so welcome.  I am trying to go with the flow, open my heart and let it all in and out,


astonished at how often I stop and wonder, "how can I still be finding my way?"


To paraphrase the Wild  Jane Cunningham, I have been trading in nice for real.


 I have not been using my camera much, feeling worn and tattered with looking at myself through a lens.


Discovering that nothing good ever comes when someone starts a sentence with, "Do me a favour...".


I have been disappointed in the way Keen handled my complaint after a pair of their sandals fell apart after a few short weeks of light wear.  I'm back to my old trusty Nike flip flops, still spongy after all these years.


I have also been living without a watch for about a month now, observing how, although I am still bound by schedule and time, I am letting the minutes and hours pass by themselves, as they will.  It is not a little disorienting.

I have been meeting my shadow face to face and battling it instead of embracing it and holding it close to let it cry itself out.  I have been remembering why I left old habits behind, feeling my crustiness tumble over the colour of my soul


and gratitude in the magic that has appeared.