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I won’t lie to you.  I was pretty stressed out yesterday.  Not over big issues. It was just a day that lots of  things needed to get done and not enough time to do them all. Life happens, right? My focus was split into what felt like a million directions.   But as per usual, I survived and the world continued on as it usually does. No one else seemed to notice how stressed I was. Nor should they, I wasn’t falling apart. I maintained my sensibility.  Until my girlfriend called me.  She was my outlet. I was able to do that healthy thing called unloading…and I felt much better.  It’s important to do that.

Equally important; we need outlets to vent, outlets to create, to cry, and oh we need to laugh.  And we need to laugh LOUD.  Those little L O L’s have their place in the world.  There are many ways to de-stress.  My photography is huge in my life. I get lost in that world that calms and grounds me.   My creativity in the Arts is another one.  Our theatre group is knee-deep into the rehearsal process of an extremely wonderful comedy, “Looking”, by Norm Foster.  Now there’s an outlet. It’s been a life saver as I navigate my way between jobs.

A good cry is another great outlet.  Do you ever catch yourself looking into the mirror after  a good tearing jag?  We often worry that people might notice we have just cried.  Why do we DO that!  It’s the most natural thing in the world. What a beautiful sight!  Red swollen eyes after a good session of sobbing and sniffing is evidence of another wonderful healthy outlet.

I wonder if I look just as beautiful laughing as I do crying!  OMG, I love the ugly laugh!  And it’s good for you too!  Wouldn’t a prescription request look great if it said: Ugly Laugh, 3X a week for what ails you!  Add in a dose of knee slapping, table pounding, foot stomping, try not to pee yourself ab work out;  and we should be good to go. Forget the prozac and the ativan.  Let’s just go for the laughs.  It is more contagious than a virus. And way better for you!  Before you know it people are laughing with you. How healthy is that!

 Laughter is a people uniter that bonds us  in ways that are hard to explain. Conversation can bond us…but throw in some laughter and it seems to speed up the process!  We can’t fake laughter. We can try but it doesn’t work and isn’t near as much fun.

After my stress  filled day yesterday we had a line run  for our upcoming play. This script is so well written that we are constantly discovering new and funny nuances.  Kudos to Norm foster and his brilliance.   Throughout the course of our evening combing through Acts 1 and 2  and running our lines we found ourselves bent over into full fledge ugly laughs.  All of us. Honestly, we were near death!  Okay, so no one actually died.  Do you think I was still feeling stressed after that?

It is our hope that our audiences are blown away by a fun evening of gut wrenching laughter when they come out to see our show.  We are working very hard to make that happen. And we have the satisfaction of taking our audience away from their everyday stressors in life.  That’s when we know we have done our job.   The process that begins with memorizing lines to the point of believability when we step onto that stage is all worth it. It involves hours and hours of work and dedication involving many people.

And the bonus?  A few of our own ugly laughs along the way.  Have a great day everyone.  Wishing you all the happiness and laughter you can possibly want!

This has been a weekend of gratitude,  sadness,  excitement,  joy, anger, and feeling awestruck.  Welcome to the ebb and flow of mixed feelings in such a short time span.

We are excited about the graduation of a loved one into the Police Force. Sad about the departure of our dear Pastor  who is moving on to another Parish.  Happy to have started a DIY project. This weekend is laced with so much gratitude for people, for nature, and for our loved ones both near and far.

Let me start with the  HAPPY death of the embarrassingly old green carpet now lifted off  our living room floor.  The sanding of the hardwood  will begin later on this month. Hopefully sooner than later, but we are doing this in manageable small bites to make it easier. We have a life to work around. For sure it will be done before the end of September.  Already it is a huge improvement. It’s going to be STUNNING!  We love the character of our old home.

It’s a beautiful long weekend and we aren’t going to enslave ourselves entirely to indoor work. It is LABOUR DAY after all.  Ripping up the carpet has only taken about an hour from start to finish with clean up.  It is barely making a dent into our precious time off.

I had a brand new experience while roaming around near the creek with my camera yesterday. It was an absolutely stunning Sunday morning.  I snook out for a couple of hours before church.   Nothing grounds me like my mornings outdoors with my camera.  It was so awesome. This day as an amateur photographer is one that I will never ever forget.

I still can’t believe that I didn’t run when I  heard the  typical Wow/Growl/Warning sound of a  huge wild cat of some kind in the distance.  I say huge only because I could tell by the sound that this wasn’t some stray barn cat left out to fend for itself.  This was a much larger animal.  I stood very still to determine where it was coming from.  I was more intrigued than frightened…which kind of blows my mind now that I am writing about it.  I heard it at least three or four times and then it stopped. Was it watching me?  I don’t think so.  My guess is that it was further away than that.   What a privilege to hear such an incredible sound.   I calmly walked to the sanctuary of the car and collected my thoughts before losing myself again in the rays, the roads and the rising mist.  In a previous blog I shared the bear poop story and how I have adapted my way of thinking to accept that there are sights and sounds that belong out in nature.  This was no exception. I don’t profess to be the bravest person out in the wild.  I am not. But I have developed an incredible level of respect for nature, and for those who inhabit it.

This level of respect is not shared by everyone.  I cannot understand why there are those who think it’s okay to drop coffee cups or garbage anywhere they please.  People who do this:  WHAT ARE YOU THINKING??  I challenge anyone to tell me what is okay about this abhorrent behaviour.  The garbage disturbs me much more than the roar of a wild cat. I know this is a small percentage of the population that do this but man oh man, I would love to have a discussion with some of these people. It is just so upsetting to see garbage among the beauty.  It not only makes me angry,  it makes me sad. It is one of those things that ought not to be , and yet so easy to NOT do.  But people still think it’s okay.  I don’t get it.

We can’t control the actions of others. But we can lead by example. We have passed our respect for the outdoors on to our children and we have no doubt they are passing it on to our beautiful grandchildren. We have so much to be grateful for!  I am having a moment of missing my son and beautiful daughter-in-law and our adorable grandsons!  We are so very Blessed with the best. As I have blogged before; we truly do have it all.

The carpet is gone, the sun is shining , the BBQ tank is filled.  We are filled with gratitude for our family, our friends,  our home, and all the sights and sounds of the beautiful outdoors. Time to kick back and take a break.   Maybe close the day with a sunset hike on Manitoulin followed by an ice cream stop on the way home.

Who wouldn’t want the good life!!!   The  secret is simple.  Love who you love, and do what you love!  It’s all good.

 

 

 

Love. Breathe. Eat. Drink. Pray. Sleep. Pay the bills. Run errands.  These are a few of the basics of  day-to-day life.   It is VITAL to take some time to do something you LOVE to do.  At the end of life you want to be celebrating what  you DID, not  lamenting with regret for the things that you wished you had done  You deserve nothing less than that.  Life is a gift and it is meant to be lived to the fullest. It’s no one’s responsiblity but our own to make that happen.

As promised I am posting a photo from my morning out yesterday.   What a fantastic outing!  I went to a few locations to get a taste of the forest and then on the way home I took a detour for a walk  along the riverbank.  It was hard to choose which image to share with you tonight.  I have a couple of beautiful keepers from both locations.  I settled on “Coming In For a Landing” This heron kept me entertained for such a long time.  It was wonderful.   Such a majestic creature!

My sale with homesav and posterjack is coming to an end in a couple of hours.  The week flew by.  It’s been such a GIFT to participate in this.   I cannot believe the number of visits that have come to this blog!  Thank you so much for leaving your comments,  “liking”,  or just coming by to read.  I don’t look at this as an ending but a time of new beginnings.  An exciting time indeed!

Meanwhile I will continue to love, eat, pray, drink, run the errands, and oh,  that other fundamental of my life…I will continue to do what I love. Doing what we love  should be included in the ‘basics list’ of what it is to live this experience called life.  But it is often the one that is most overlooked.

I hope this inspires some of you reading this to include something you are absolutely passionate about into your ‘Basics List’  Life is a gift that is meant to be lived to the fullest.  We all have challenges.  All the more reason to find yourself, your passions,  your goals and aspirations. And just go for it.

I don’t know why, but I can’t stop thinking about  my photo, “Handmade” tonight.   A simple, yet intricate spider’s web. Just doing what needs to be done to get by.  We all have to do what we have to do to live.  I don’t know about Praying, but at least the spider doesn’t have to pay bills!  One can only marvel at  the value and beauty of such hard work to survive.  Talk about the master of web design! Every picture tells a story.  It is such an honour and privilege to be given this gift to enjoy and share with others.

It is my hope that my photography speaks to your truth as it does to mine.  Good night everyone!

Until next time,

Kathy

 
Coming in for a Landing

Headed Home

It feels like New Year’s Eve.  Tomorrow will be my sales debut with homesav and posterjack.   This part of my love for photography is a brand new journey for me.  I went out with my camera this morning.  It was very foggy and not the most ideal conditions for photos.  But it was exquisite being there! I brought my coffee and went for a drive down Black Creek Road, unrolled the window and just listened.

I listened to the birds and the jumping fish.  I heard a loon in the distance.  A tranquil setting indeed. I also  spent some time listening to myself as I think about tomorrow when my photos will be seen by people from all over.  I am excited and nervous at the same time.  Talk about put myself out there;  through this written word and now my photos that represent  what I love to do.  Wow.

I have been Pinning, Tweeting,  Blogging and doing my video clips.  I have done interviews with Radio and Newspapers.  I am having a blast.  But most of all,  I am going out and revelling in the wonder of the outdoor world. I am waiting for those fleeting moments when the conditions are just right to capture something beautiful to keep for all of time.

I sit here with gratitude to everyone involved who is sharing this incredible journey with me.  What a celebration and joy it is to have so many people share this wondrous time with me.  Thank-you to my beautiful family for supporting me and loving me as we go through this together!  Thank-you to my dear dear friends who put up with my constant excitement.  I know that your encouragement and shared excitement is genuine.

A special thanks to Amanda at  homesav.  You are a great mentor.  Thanks to posterjack for your phenomenal work.  Thanks to everyone who have been following my blog.  it is truly humbling that you care to read what I have to say here.

Thank-you,  Thank-you,  Thank-you!

It is one of those things that comes in and out of my mind as a fleeting thought and then forgotten again.  What if a life circumstance took my ability to get out of bed every morning and head out the door with my camera in tow.  Would I ever be able to give up my world of photography?  My brother was in an accident once and the first thing he did when he woke up  from surgery was test to see if his right index finger could move.  I probably would have had a similar thought if I had an accident that threatened the use of my hands.

But what if there was something else to entice me away from this great passion?  Would you give up doing something you love for a million dollars?  I would!

I would give up eating decadent chocolate in a New York Second.  No doubt that it would be hard. I might need a watch dog of some kind to wrap my fingers with a hammer every time I am tempted to reach for it, but hey, if I had a million dollars I could afford to hire someone to do that for me.  I would give up canned green peas and cooked turnip 🙂  Although a hammer wielding friend would not be needed for these.

Online surveys  ask what one would be willing to do for a million dollars.  They cover everything from eating used gum off the street, to swimming in a tank of live sharks,  to similar  fear inducing  actions that often includes gross stomach turning events. Reality television pulls in a big audience to showcase people doing  some disgusting things for the almighty dollar.

So it would be easy for me to give up peas and turnips. Giving up chocolate would be a challenge.  But man oh man, don’t ask me to stop taking pictures.  My passion is not for sale!  Not in a million years would I even consider it.

If I had to let go of my mornings out in beautiful nature without my camera in hand I would be giving up a piece of  my soul.  It would be like saying goodbye to a part of myself that I am so deeply passionate about.  I couldn’t imagine missing out on the joy of capturing these beautiful moments in time.  It would mean not experiencing my photo; ‘Hovering’   That morning was something I will never forget.  Seeing that mist hovering over the field!  Capturing the light!  Being there in that moment at that time..wow!  The joy of capturing these images is not for sale.

You can’t replace something that is irreplaceable. I am not willing to give up this beautiful gift that feeds my spirituality and shapes me into being more of who I am meant to be.  Can’t even imagine it.  Life is just so precious.  We need to devour every treasured moment of it with our family, our friends and all the things that bond us Take the time for a little self-care.  It goes a long way and it has a snowball effect on everything and everyone else around us.

Hovering

We need to discover what it is that we love to do, and we need  to gift ourselves with the time to do it.   If you don’t know what that is yet then just try something new.  You might be surprised.

You might even love it enough to say;  “not for a million  dollars…….”

Sunray Showers

Actually there is more than one bear poop story. But the first one is the most poignant! 🙂  I am sure a bear story would be a little more captivating but I will share that one when it happens. I see a lot of deer when I am out and about but so far I haven’t come face to face with a bear. Just it’s poop.

In one of the video clips that will be seen probably both on the Homesav site/YouTube,  I am standing on a trail where I captured both Enchanted Forest and Sunray Showers. Standing there with my videographer brought me back to one of my early morning excursions:

It was about 6 in the morning.  I parked my car near the trail and headed down the path with camera around my neck, cell phone in my pocket and a nice loud whistle (just in case!)  Then I heard a rustling sound. The first thing that came to mind was that drill etched into my brain; ‘look as big as you can, flap your hands and make a loud noise’ I repeated this a few times in my head. I resisted temptation to run. Oh but I wanted to! Sometimes that instinct to do so isn’t in our best interests. I heard the rustling again and I momentarily froze as I repeated that drill in my head. Then I thought the whistle!  I will blow the whistle.  God, I am so brilliant in a crisis. Just as I grabbed the whistle a tiny wee little squirrel came out of the woods, froze and momentarily stared at me.  Suddenly he bolted as fast as he could and as far away from me as possible. Sheesh. That was my bear. How humiliating.

As I walked further down the path I started to relax again and remembered my purpose for being out there.   My heartbeat settled and I continued on with my trek.  And there it was.  Bear poop.  I was raised in Northern Ontario. I know what that looks like. That little squirrel did not drop this one!  In that split second I questioned my sanity and considered going back to the car.  But then those darn sunrays!  They pull me in every time.  I simply cannot walk away.  Once my camera was focused on the beautiful light and the rays and the trees…I was utterly lost in that beautiful world again.  The fear completely left me and I was captivated by the incredible beauty of the forest.  The sounds of the birds, the feel of the air on my skin.  Even as I write about this, I am re-living that  inner sense of wonder and well-being.

So now what do I do when I hear a rustle in the woods?  Nothing. I keep going.  It is just one of the beautiful sounds that belong there.  And the poop?  Well, I just walk around it.  It belongs there too.

Whenever I look at Enchanted Forest and Sunray Showers I think about the beauty of not only that day,  but the beauty of overcoming a fear.  A fear that could have stopped me from doing something that I absolutely love.  A beautiful gift indeed!

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Tangerine Tango

Meet one of the newest members of my Tangerine Tango family. Mother Nature is quite the Designer!   I took this photograph in our backyard garden a couple of weeks ago.  There is so much symbolism in this  exquisite little flower.  And I do mean LITTLE. Taking this photo was a little hard on the knees and ankles.  Oh, but so worth it.   I spent a lot of time crouched down so carefully not to move.  The wind would pick up at times and I would just have to wait it out.  There was a good lesson learned here.  Patience really is a virtue!  Worth the pain for this Grandma!

Those little orange circular  structures you see  are the tops of the tiniest little buds.   That one little star was the first to open up.  Now there is a metaphor for you!   Sometimes it takes one to open up and suddenly everyone else is joining in to share.   I digress!  I can’t help myself sometimes.  Symbolism and meaning is found in all Art forms.  I love that there is a story in every photograph.

I will be back to talk about more of my photographs over the next week or so.  TTFN!

Kathy