I have noticed lately that you have been walking around your own little world with this peculiar smile plastered on your face. Wasn’t it years ago that you were down in the dumps and couldn’t see the future for what it could be. Were you living in the now back then? No, I think not, little one. You may think at times you were a woman of the world but all that worrying and talking out loud mutterings were keeping me up late at night. Yes the Universe needs her beauty sleep too! I am happy to see that you have had a change of heart and attitude and now can you see and feel the flow. I know you do. I wrap you up in peace and blessings and hope you continue your path and see it for all that it is. You were meant for this, you got it! Keep at it and know I am cheering you on from the bleachers!
I was always a very independent child, able to look out for herself. I had this sense of responsibility to myself growing up almost with no adult supervision. Don’t get me wrong, mom was kind of there but working and then tired or out for the night with friends. I was often left with babysitter’s, relatives, or my favorite, my grandparents until grandmother passed away. I have memories of me as a small child being pushed through a window as the babysitter had lost the keys and the window suddenly slamming down on my poor baby fingers slicing the tip. My mother coming in a rush after the doctor’s stitched and bandaged me up. Mad, she was.
The babysitters were not very reliable and often mean to a little 4-5 year old. I had one even pull a knife and had me cornered. My heart thumping and thinking my little life was over, very frightened and scared and wanting mom. I got out of that with my humor and likability. Cuteness has its ways. After that I was always trying to be ahead of what the other person might attempt to do with me and I wasn’t about to let that happen. Even at that young age. So I think on this and know that is when the intuition kicked in. When there was that tightness in my tummy, that was my warning signal. I have always had that.
Mom had divorced my real father and re-married shortly after and we then moved into a 1935 bungalow with a half dirt basement with an old stone furnace that made a whoosing sound every time it turned on. I shared a bedroom with my older cousin down there and at times the air space was comfy and at times my spidey senses were on high alert. I would scramble to my mother, practically skinning my knees on the stairs to get to her, to tell her that something was staring at me or I would feel a cool breeze rush by. I was told that I was imagining all this, to stop reading my crazy books about fairies and such and get back to bed. If only I could go back and tell that little girl that it was alright, to tell what ever, spirit wise, that it should go away. This went on for many years and even when my stepfather renovated the basement and made it quite livable there was still a cold spot once in a while, always in the same place. I was never so happy in my life when I moved out on my own never to have to think of ways to avoid the basement. The memory is long and these are important times in my life that make me wonder how as a child that I relied on my own spirit to get me through those days. But it is what it is and I am who I am for it. There are many instances about nightmares, things that go bump in the nightand just knowing, but I leave that for another day.
It’s been a whirlwind of activity in my part of the world, photographing the Gay Pride Parade in June, was it?
Taking it to the Streets!!
Loved taking the images of this parade, loved the colors and all the imagery! It was a busy day with many people lining the streets for about 12 blocks.
My next foray into the wild of my city brought me to the Wounded Warrior Poker Run to raise funds and awareness for post traumatic stress disorder by a wonderful lady who is walking across Canada. As Kate MacEachern states, “By horse and by foot, our team will cross 3 provinces in 3 months and over 2700 kms. We are fundraising along with generating awareness so please follow us, and get involved – no support is too small!”
Then it onto the Torresan Brothers Memorial Concert to raise funds for a roof of the family that tragically lost there 2 sons in a vehicle accident exactly 2 years ago yesterday. This was held @ a well known medium in our area, Carmel Joy Baird’s ranch. Quite a few people also showed up for this event to partake in readings given to them by Carmel’s student’s as well as the silent auction and entertainment from Colleen Rae, Darrell Barr, Bobby Cameron and Tim Isberg. Fun afternoon it and busy snapping those images and meeting some new people!
Mix that into this active life I have is the Brunch for Broads. This idea started back in April 2013 to introduce my old friends to my new friends as we all had something in common. That brunch at Pack Rat Louie’s started with five and has now grown to 455 members! Just getting out for a few hours having lunch and gabbing with the girls is something that we all need every couple of months.
It has also changed from just getting together for lunch to having venues where there is a charity of choice for each hostess that organizes her event with the help of volunteers. We usually have a variety of entertainment to choose from in our city as every one is always willing to help especially when it comes down to a good cause. One of the entertainers stated the other day that they should give our city motto as, “City of Fundraisers!” Our last venue was in June and we were lucky to have three Fire Fighters from the local fire hall to sell 50/50 tickets for Muscular Dystrophy and for entertainment some stand up comedians. So all in all my life is pretty busy and that is the way I like it from Saging someone’s new home to doing photography at a event to some down time with the other half wandering the roads of my province. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
And here to present the door prize to Deb, one of our BFB alumni were 3 handsome firemen!
Very colorful crazy dream with me travelling the world and finding myself in New York city with all the lights of Times Square shining brightly. I look up to a huge screen on the building and see a girl drinking from a Campbells soup can with the words, horse and then orang written on it. Yes orang, spelt like that. Caught my attention like it was suppose to.
I am following these exotic women to a table where they have bags of ducats and sitting down to count them. At first one in particular was a tad nervous not knowing me but I quickly disarmed them all by telling them stories of working in the bank. Who knew that this would actually come in handy and in a dream. Yes, I did work in a bank for many years in reality.
Okay now to the dream interpretation of horse which was: the message and the messenger, making progress, unbridled emotions, instincts.one that is making progress. Orange was broken down to food that nourishes us spiritually. Ducats or money: benefits or returns from efforts, that which is of value and truth.
This interpretation makes perfect sense to me and answers my questions as to my life purpose wondering if I am on the right path. You live in a life where for many years your parents or those in authority told you life is a certain way but your mind say it different as it was in my case. All those years of fighting this wonderful gift and now to relish in it. I have met so many people that have appeared to help me in my endeavors, some from my classes, and some almost magically from no where. I love my life with the adventures and the crazy dreams that come with it and so I say bring it on and enjoy your day my friends.
And that first sentence was how I met a Elder yesterday at my very favorite haunt, a place I go to for my morning breakfast. I had just finished doing a tarot card reading for one of the girls that works there and was settling my bill. An older native gentlemen stood a few feet away from the till watching me. He then turned and asked me that question. I replied that he did look familiar and then our truly extraordinary conversation unfolded.
He was a man that has gifts, a Shaman and the knowledge to guide me even in this brief turn of events. A passing word but so much that resonates within me. I was told to continue with what I was doing and to respect the many mentors that would come. My heart soared when we were telling our stories on what it meant to be intuitive and what we see. We had sat on the bench of this foyer of the restaurant talking all the while and then got up, for each to go our separate ways. As I walked away I told him that I had asked for this. I had asked the Universe to send me someone wise, an elder and I received my wish. He then said he had hoped that one day we would see each other and if that is meant to be, then it will happen. For now I remember everything that he relayed to me, that means so much to me.
I have a great neighbor who is always willing to help his friends and family with any odd jobs on there homes. He had bought his own home with the intention of sprucing it up and he has done so but at a slow pace as the man was doing other people’s work. The garage that was erected looks spiffy and the concrete pad was set to be poured…two years ago. He had admitted to me that, that at the end of day all he wanted to do was go in his house and unwind by playing his video games and that everything he had started was now languishing. The half finished yard, the half finished garage and now the pad which concrete has yet to be poured. I had got wind that that job was set to happen this very morning. Very early in fact! Last night he was scurrying around in his back yard in a effort to move dirt that was back there. He had this crazed look on his face. I remarked that it was a tad overwhelming for him but that he had the help of a skid loader from one neighbor and a big dump truck from another man down the street. Pat told me that the man with the skid loader was laid off but he wanted to help out with the pad out there as his last job and a promise to be kept.
Change happens all the time, whether we make the effort to do so and if we don’t then the universe in it’s infinite wisdom does its job, pencil’s you in and sometimes makes it even better than we would have made it. I told Pat that even though it might be inconvenient at this time he still had help coming over, that he was not alone in all this.
“Some changes look negative on the surface but you will soon realize that space is being created in your life for something new to emerge.”
― Eckhart Tolle
How much, is too much? Can a person mow the lawn too many times? Does painting the front trim of her home because of upkeep, constitute too much? How about the more mundane chores around the house that need to be done, day in and day out? Perhaps it was when at the start of spring I went shopping for perennials for my front yard, back and forth to the store so many times that week?
My dear Aunt Doreen on every visit I make to her home tells me to slow down, you’re doing way too much. My psychic development classes are done for the summer but its truly an ongoing thing for the meditation that I do every day or every other when I can. To receive messages I know one has to be still and there is many times in the day when I am in repose. So what is she “seeing” that I am not understanding. Maybe the term, “take it easy” would be better terminology for me.
My photography business is starting up, better than ever and I truly am enjoying all the photo shoots that come my way. So that cannot slow down, I really don’t want it to anyways. And I have been recently doing tarot card readings which again I am enjoying! So to me, this is my life, as busy as it is and I wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world!
I have been thinking of you all day. It’s that day again Dad. Father’s Day. That bittersweet day where I am happy but sad. You may have passed on but you are still beating strongly within my whole being. At times I can hear your voice or I remember a silly little antic you use to pull on me as a child.
February 23, 1986, my father passed away from a stroke that he had endured the year previous. He had been in a coma like state that year. My father had been a career service man in the Canadian army and so my childhood was spent waiting for him to come back from where ever the army sent him in the world. My mother and father divorced when I was young and she was lucky enough to meet another man who would take on the challenge of being a new father to …me. I rarely seen my father as he then moved up north and my childhood changed and I was in charge of my little brothers and sister. As I grew older the chasm widened. We did stay in contact and truly loved the day my dad walked into the hospital room to see his first grandchild. He even held him. That was in 1983. Then the day I got the news was February 23, 1985 that he had a severe stroke and they did not know if he would make it.
I have to thank this man as he looks down on me from heaven because he made me the woman that I am. That I can stand on my own and stand up for myself. I am proud of his accomplishments in service to his country and I tell his story to people that will listen because truly it is interesting. Happy Fathers Day dear father. I love you and I miss you. Come visit me in my dreams.
My curiosity is piqued when I go near a pet store and on this day with the other half by my side I gravitated towards the front doors of the shop. A little boy all of 6 years sporting a cool mohawk haircut and wearing spiderman clothes stood near his mother who was talking to the store clerk.
I said to Ken, “I’m getting a hamster!” The little boy thinking I was talking to him replied, “NO, I’m getting a hamster!” I then moved on to the birds and seen a pretty little finch and said again to Ken, “I’m getting a bird!” The little boy loudly pronounced, “You’re never getting a bird!”
And so it was that this little bundle of coolness and way out thereness made us laugh. Again he challenged me by asking what was in a cage high above his head and me stating there was nothing in there, where upon he asked Ken to pick him up so he could see for himself.
We left with both Ken and I saying our goodbyes to this little dude and went on to the grocery store. As we were in the check out line who but should be there in front of us with his mother in tow but the little dude himself. “Are you following us?” I asked. “Are YOU following ME?! he stated. Gosh, did he ever make us laugh. Every once in awhile we bring that memory about him by one of us stating, “You’re NEVER getting a bird!”
It has come to my attention through a memo which I received that you have not been meditating. This I consider a time when you get in tune with Source and deflate, to rest, rejuvenate,and relax. You have been missing out my girl! You say your creativity is no where to be found. You say you haven’t been sleeping all that well? Not too focused? HELLOO!!! Get back into the swing of things and zen yourself out.
There are, it seems, two muses: the Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say "It is yet more difficult than you thought." - Wendell Berry
Intuition Calling 