Adventures, Creative, Musing Daily

Sometimes I wonder

My days start early with yoga and then meditation and then off to do what ever needs to get done in my life. Taking care of myself first thing in the morning was never on my list of things to do before. Self love is everything. Not buying clothes, a car, jewelry, this is not self love. I know this now. I know this to be true for me. Sitting in silence and enjoying this peace that premeates  my very being has been very good for my soul. When I started my self development who knew that I would be here a few years later in wonderment. Driving down the road the other day I realized that the monkey chatter was gone and in that, not a darn thing was happening in my noodle. Not a thought, nothing..nada!

And since I incorporated the yoga in my morning rituals I find my sleep has been very sound. There has been emotional healing in all this and learning more about my past and how to rectify my beliefs. My past experiences have made who I am but they also serve me well for now and most probably the future. I no longer look at the past as if it just happened, because it didn’t. But trauma has a way of burying itself deep in oneself and to appear at inopportune moments is not my cup of tea any longer. Self Realization 101 is on my schedule and I have those aha moments and revel in them. To totally understand and then move on. This is life, my life and I am starting to get it. Add to all this and the intuition comes in more stronger, the synchronicities more often as I recognize them. The messages in my dreams more meaningful.  The silence works hand in hand with intuition as the messages come in softly and if not paying attention one can miss it. I now look forward to my days and when I lay my head down to sleep look forward to the morning and what it will bring.

Adventures, Creative, Intuition

It was the night before the night before Christmas…

The night before the night before Christmas actually I toddled off to my cozy warm bed. All the preparations for the upcoming big event had been made and now to sit back and wait for all to unfold. I had been having a dry spell on my blog, yes this one right here and so I sent a prayer out to Creator asking for some insight, some creative spark to send out to my followers.

That very night I had a mass of colorful scapes happen, this and that, so many events that were happening. The word Believe kept popping up. In the sky, on cars anywhere that it had caught my attention. A lucid dream that I replied inside, “Yes, I see you, I see you!”

I woke, giggling and thanking Universe for this and then quickly realized that this word was not for my blog but for me and now did work its way here anyway. To share my experience.

Yes, I do believe! Yes I do see the auras that suddenly pop out of nowhere and leave me speechless and unwavering. The little glimmers of light that accompany these beautiful colors on people, on snow even.

Yes, I do believe in this new journey of my most magnificent life. Looking forward to what comes around the corner for sure, this student of the world. Now back to the books. More studying to do, more bueno stuff to learn.IMGP4162

Adventures, Travel

Two Bus Tickets Please!

I was bitten by the travel bug as a young child getting dressed up to sit on a Greyhound and endure a 3 or 4 hour ride to the big city. If it was a milk run then it was all night. I can still smell the diesel of the old bus and the late night stops in some sleepy town with a quick run, my mother and I to the washroom and the store to get some promised pop and chips. The crying child, not me for I was a good little girl, and hearing a slap and a threat to be good. Yes that memory still stands in my mind. I looked at the mother of this now quiet child as they got off the bus and thought how scary she was to me.

It was to be with these trips to the city that we would be meeting up with my father who was coming back from some place on this earth serving the army. If we were lucky we would get into his vehicle and travel to the mountains and stop on the way perhaps a campground and dad would pull out the old Coleman cook stove and start grilling hot dogs. Yum, I still smell that too! And if we were not travelling for pleasure then it was travelling to move to another home or to travel for his work. Having been the lucky one to remember all the sights and scenery with all the places in Canada that I have seen.

In my early twenties I was to hitch hike across our beautiful provinces with a friend and it is something that I would not highly recommend now. I was quite lucky to be intuitive and to know what was good and what was not. To know where to go to get a ride with the truckers and how to speak respectfully so I could get that back. Creator must have been looking down on me for it was on this trip four provinces away that we were stuck in between Sault Ste. Marie and Sudbury at 4 am no less. The friend and I were arguing as to what I cannot remember and she started to walk up the road a little miffed with my carefree attitude and no sooner when she was just shouting distance than a limousine pulled up. The window in the back went down and lo and behold it was a priest. “Would you like a ride my child” he inquired. We pulled up to my friend and now she was fuming but of course got in with out a word. I woke to the smell of the sulpher in Sudbury on a hot morning with my head resting on the priest and had dribbled on his coat in my sleep. He had told me that this was as far as we could go and so we walked into the city.

My life was to take on bigger dimensions by me meeting my future but now ex-husband who would then travel by motorcycle to cities a few days away. Those days were so carefree as I seen so much from the back of that bike and smelled the clean air and took so many photos. More often than not we were to travel with other riders so it made for a idyllic time. This married time with him was getting on planes to see my all time favorite city, New York and to follow the eastern coast. On the spur of the moment we loaded the trailer and tripped down the west coast all the way to Los Angeles. So many people I have met, so many conversations, so many experiences, so many places that I have dined.

My life now reflects what I do with having my quiet time, to meditate through my photography , to travel down dirt roads to find that perfect picture. I may get lost but find my way always when I just park and sit for a few and then proceed. I always find great gems too so its never a bad diversion but a lucky happenstance.

Having met a man who is now a big part of the picture has taken us to many places in my beautiful province of Alberta and also B.C. but also abroad and to the south eastern coast. Simply put he is my other half who shares the same wunderlust as me. Being a middle aged woman I often wonder where my life will lead but I do know it will always involve travel and adventure because you have to have a great story to go along with it. Next time when I wake in the morning I will take a bottle out and spin it and see what direction it will take me. Me thinks that is good advice to moi.one (1 of 1)w

Adventures

Hero

Has it been 34 years since you passed away? The impact that you made in this part of the world was phenomenal. Your dream to run across Canada to raise awareness and money to fight cancer started the day you dipped your foot in the Atlantic Ocean April 12, 1980. You called it the Marathon of Hope and it surely was for everyone affected with this insidious disease. Running 5,373 km for 143 days, your goal was to raise $1 for each Canadian and did indeed make it to $23 million for cancer research. Today, all funds raised through your yearly Marathon of Hope worldwide has raised $650 million. No small peanuts. The survival rates have increased with the cure rate at 80 per cent for younger patients and 70 per cent for older people.

So are you my hero? Yes you surely are my friend. What you did took perseverance, a lot of stamina and loads of willpower to keep going each and every day of your run.

Terry Fox Plaze, Vancouver, B.C. Canada
Terry Fox Plaza, Vancouver, B.C. Canada

Terry Fox July 28, 1958- June 28, 1981