Thursday, December 24, 2015
It would be easy to be sad today, but I am trying to lean on optimism, memories and hope to move me forward.
A year ago on Christmas Day, I visited my sweet mom in her care home. Oh, what joy she felt seeing me, and my niece! We sat having tea, eating treats, her opening a few gifts, but mostly singing and laughing at the antlers we took turns wearing. It was such a special moment that I hold close in my heart. The strength of her squeeze of my hands helped me feel our connection over the years, the bond strong and true. Gazing into her eyes, hugs, kisses, our foreheads touching, love, love love...
She caught us all by surprise when she passed away on New Year's Eve. Oh, mom! I miss you every day. It has been a very tough year, but your spirit and love are giving me the strength to move forward. I am looking forward to the days ahead, curled up in front of your hearth, remembering you, and celebrating your life in my own way. I am so appreciate of the recent years we spent together... what fun we had! You filled me up with love, and it's all still there. You aren't so far away when I pause like this. Thank you for everything.
My thanks to all the nurses and health care workers who were so generous and kind to my mom, and are doing the same for others at this time.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
That's what I tell myself when I feel out of touch with writing, writing my blog, writing in general, journaling, any writing at all... I feel so out of touch with so many of the things that nurture me, and define me. What used to define me doesn't seem to define me anymore. Heh. I'm not the same me anymore. But I feel so undiscovered, even to myself.
I was reflecting the other day about when I stopped writing, in earnest I mean. And think it may have had something to do with being in a situation I could not change -- or chose not to change, wouldn't have dreamed of it -- but writing has always been how I worked things out.
Monday, November 09, 2015
flâ·neurMy new word: flaneur
The term flaneur was popularized by the poet Baudelaire in the 19th century, meaning someone who is wandering the streets, not with the intent of getting somewhere, but as an observer and philosopher. The novelist Diane Johnson, in her book Le Divorce, offers an alternative definition of "mess[ing] around with no guilty sense of being unoccupied." (source: Flaneur-ing in one easy lesson)This is the article where I found the term 'flaneuring' used, and caught my interest (which also happens to be very good!): Seven Reasons to Visit Mexico City
It's a term I wasn't familiar with, but instantly identified with.
This is what I do when I travel.
|The breathtaking Matisse ceiling in the Opera Garnier|
If I wasn't flaneuring, I wouldn't have found that bar on the canal in Venice...
If I wasn't flaneuring, I wouldn't have discovered the Opera Garnier in Paris...
If I wasn't flaneuring, I wouldn't have discovered a couple of amazing little bars in Greece (and met some very handsome Greeks)...
I have loosely used 'slow travel' to try to describe why I stay so long in one place, a month if I can, otherwise 2 weeks... a week anywhere really isn't enough for me! I am well beyond slow travel... I am flaneuring!
I can not wait until I flaneur again in a new destination...
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
One of the pieces of art I created this weekend
Created in Moleskine Journal - click to enlarge to see details
Do you reboot your brain? Your psyche?
I wish I could say exactly what it was (or maybe I enjoy the mystery), but I've had success in rebooting myself. My brain, I mean.
It's elusive, and I can't do it on will, but I have learnt how to do this. I know that's an oxymoron, but that's exactly how it works. I know it's possible. I know some of the things that work. And I have learned to trust it. Though that took me a long time. It took awhile to trust my psyche.
|Soft blur before ~ |
the same image, as I first created it , before I started manipulating it
Created in Moleskine Journal - click to enlarge to see details
That sounds easier than is, to accomplish the outcome. Because I don't know how long it will take, or if I'll do something to sidestep myself, or if I'll end up needing to rejoin the world ~ as in human contact, getting back to things I need to do, going to work, the end of alone time ~ but if I trust it, until I feel it, then it's like magic.
The magic is that feeling I have when I awake feeling restored. Restored, alive, refreshed, happy, glad to be alive, bopping, optimistic, energetic, creative, myself. I am myself. MYSELF. And it is so exhilarating!
Exhilarating, because when I feel like this, everything is possible. I am in a good mood, I am at home in me, I have energy, and I am on fire! And it's SO EXCITING because I can never quite put my finger on what's different when this feeling is gone, and I can't even assume it will be back. But inside, I know. I just know what it takes to restore.
That's where the trust comes in.
Because it never works the same way twice.
Created in Moleskine Journal - click to enlarge to see details
I know this has a lot to do with being an introvert, and that time alone is huge in restoring myself. But it's not only that ~ if so, I could have this feeling anytime I have 2 days alone. But I've never felt this way without being alone.
I think it's like a big time out.
I take time out to reboot. And I trust that, if I let myself relax into it, it will eventually happen.
I no longer want to understand the magic, but it fascinates me. It's always such as surprise when I wake up feeling this way, but I never feel more alive when I do. And I want to dance, giggle, grin, bop, celebrate... at the joy I feel in being alive, in being me. Being myself. I am HOME. Home inside myself.
Interesting that I am writing about this, as I actually am reluctant to share this part of myself. It's me at my essence. I can't even put my finger on exactly what makes me tick, and am a big guarded about peeling back the layers too much on a formula to get to this state. Because it cannot be forced. I have learned it cannot be forced. It only works if I let go, and trust. I even let go of waiting for it to happen. I let go of wanting, or even remembering, what "it" is. All I do is trust, and take time. And the miracle that is my brain, my psyche, my self, can do it's work. It's a little like I need to give my psyche room to breathe. And it will find it's way home, or back to life, or whatever.
Now I am going to go about enjoying this feeling that I woke up with.
Sunday, March 22, 2015
|#MusuemWeek runs March 23-29, 2015|
I only stumbled on the initiative today, and it is already live in New Zealand. The cool thing about the online world is that you don't have to stick to your own timezone, so if you're keen, you can timetravel and start right now!
There is one global hashtag - #MuseumWeek - and 7 daily themes each its own hashtag:
Monday March 23:
The week kicks of Monday by museums far and wide giving you a behind-the-scenes look into their worlds. Who knows what secrets and surprises will be revealed? Regardless, expect a treasure trove of new-to-you museums to discover. Follow #secretsMW on Monday.
Tuesday March 24:
On Tuesday, you are invited to share our own memories of museum visits, and your souvenirs from museums (yes, take a picture of your MOMA mug!). Should make for an interesting and engaging day of museum encounter stories! Follow #souvenirsMW on Tuesday.
Wednesday March 25:
Wednesday is dedicated to the architecture of museums: the buildings, the gardens and surrounding areas. You'll have an opportunity to explore the history and heritage of museums world-wide. Get ready to say wow a lot. Follow #architectureMW on Wednesday.
Thursday March 26:
Thursday is another day for sharing. Not sure I totally understand how this one will work, but the official message is, "Now it’s your turn to create and share for posterity! Art, science, history and ethnography are all around us. To your smartphones!" Follow #inspirationMW on Thursday.
Friday March 27:
Friday is dedicated to families. This theme turns to pre-weekend planning for family trips to your local museum. Those responsible for school trips will also get lots of ideas from the museum community. Follow #familyMW on Friday.
Saturday March 28:
The weekend kicks off Saturday with an invitation to share with your favourites. The organizers are suggesting favourites works, conferences, locations, and so on - in 140-character messages, videos, photos or Vines. Sounds like a nice wide-open book! Follow #favMW on Saturday.
Sunday March 29:
The weekend wraps up Sunday with an invitation to get creative and share poses, memes or selfies. Given all the recent controversy about museums banning selfie-sticks (which I happen to agree with), it should be a diverse mix of images and discussion. Maybe I'll post a picture of me outside a museum... Follow #poseMW on Sunday.
I hope this inspires you to check out Museum Week, and to have fun with it.
I'm not sure how I'll participate, but I am loosely planning to follow the hashtags, and possibly post a few things, especially on the days that appear to given over to sharing: Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday.
Read #MuseumWeek tweets
What is #MuseumWeek?
List of museums participating worldwide (1800+)
7 days, 7 themes, 7 hashtags!
#MuseumWeek in other languages
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Tuesday, March 17, 2015
|creativecommons by station_nord on Flickr|
Tip: for the full effect, right click the image to open it in a new window, so you can see it enlarged.
This inspired me to search for other interesting city images. Here is some of what I found (and I will come back and add more to this post):
|creativecommons image by pennuja on Flickr|
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
|Pleiades © CNES 2015|
There is a new island that has been emerging in the Pacific Ocean off Tonga. It's the work of an underground volcano.
It's apparently about a month old, and is now about a mile long. Seabirds have already moved in, laying eggs. Locals who have visited the brand new island it say it is still warm.
Read the full story in the Telegraph - and see the great photos taken by a local photo buff.
Monday, March 09, 2015
|I wish I was in Paris in fog|
Fog is grey, but isn't depressing.
Fog is thick, but isn't oppressing.
Fog is moist, but isn't like other wet weather.
Fog is muffling, but sounds are just slower, deeper, thicker.
Love how the fog horns sound.
Interestingly, I have been in a bit of a fog lately, but fog actually helps lift that feeling.
|More Paris fog found on Flickr (click each pic for source)|
Sunday, March 08, 2015
|From my windowsill in Berlin|
For the past 5 years, my blog has been off and on, while I changed the focus of my life: family and caregiving took centre stage. So many other things faded into the background, not just in what I blogged about, but in practically everything I did, thought and felt.
Now, as I am coping with two significant losses, I am starting to shift my focus again. Grief has its own timetable, of course, and who knows what lessons it still has in store for me, but action has always helped me deal with depression.
My most recent change in my work situation is a refreshing and well-suited to me, and I am so grateful for the opportunity.
It's funny, I might have thought upon my return from Europe that I might like a career in travel, and here I find myself working as a travel agent.
I never dreamed when I left Vancouver that I would not return, I am living in a small town that I am surprised to find actually suits me.
I also couldn't have imagined that my blog would go silent for long stretches, but that's life.
And here I am at a crossroads again. There are new paths to choose, A new me to discover.
Wednesday, February 04, 2015
What a week... and it's only Wednesday.
On Monday, while I was coping with putting Maui to rest, I was also accepting the offer of a new job.
Yesterday, I was at my old office, cleaning up my client files, picking up my stuff, and turning in my key. There was time to chat with a few of my colleagues who were working, but as I was leaving, agents were arriving for a training session with a guest speaker. I didn't get to speak to many, and as their meeting started, and I had to quietly slip out, so no real goodbyes. Then last night, with the warmest of sincere wishes, my email was shut down. In sales, and particularly in the travel biz, there are understandably very clean breaks, so it all makes sense, but it still is an odd feeling.
Of course, yesterday I was more inclined to stay in bed with the covers over my head, mourning Maui. And of course mourning mom too.... afterall, it was mom who befriended Maui - feeding him cream on the back porch, her arm adorned with the bracelets she never took off, one of which I now wear. Maui was "just" a visitor when I arrived here 5 years ago, but it wasn't long until he just moved in (which our blessed neighbours graciously accepted). Mom love Maui, and Maui loved mom, and I loved them both more than I could possibly describe, let alone grasp.
To somehow be walking away from my support system at work at the same time caught me off guard, only realizing the magnitude of that last night. There's a lot of people there who care for me, and feel for all I have been through these past 2 months, and it is just WEIRD to abruptly be without them this morning. (mourning?).
It's lots of change at once, but fortunately I respond well to BIG shifts, versus small ones. Being at a point of new beginnings will help me make sense of things, process what I feel, and get grounded.
But what a week!
Btw, my new job will mean I can walk to work. Love that.
So sad to say goodbye to my sweet kitty Maui yesterday.
He'd already used up 9 lives when he got so sick in December, and somehow rallied to support us through mom's passing. Maui has taught me so many things. He was very clever: he curled up on my lap and melted my heart. Heart open, it hurts so much to lose him.
RIP Maui :(
Saturday, January 03, 2015
Jeannie Russell Kemp (nee Fuller)
February 6, 1922 - December 31, 2014
It is so hard to believe mom is not with us anymore. On earth, that is. She IS here with me as I write, I definitely feel her presence.
How is it that as I write, Joe Cocker's "You are so beautiful to me" comes on? I listen, and it's all about mom, words she would say to me, words that say what I feel when I look at her face in the picture above. This is my favourite picture of mom, and she is so beautiful, so playful, so happy...