Intuition, Story Teller

Was that the wind?

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 night and just knowing, but I leave that for another day.6 or 7 year old me~

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Where have I been!!

It’s been a whirlwind of activity in my part of the world, photographing the Gay Pride Parade in June, was it?

Life is a Parade~

Taking it to the Streets!!
Taking it to the Streets!!

Diva

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!”

http://www.thelongwayhome.ca/

The Long Way Home~ http://www.thelongwayhome.ca/
The Long Way Home~
http://www.thelongwayhome.ca/

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!Colleen Rae

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!
And here to present the door prize to Deb, one of our BFB alumni were 3 handsome firemen!
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Haiku Much..

Grade 5 was the year our teacher, Mrs. Fraser decided it was high time to be writing haiku’s. Try as I might I just couldn’t get the concept. We had started the year with geography class drawing maps of Japan. That should have been my first clue that something was amuck. I should have known Mrs. Fraser had something up her sleeve. Then we doing more projects for social studies about the culture of Japan. Slowly but surely she was coming to that day when in language arts class she explained the concept of 5 syllables on the first line, 7 syllables in the second and 5 on the third, the haiku.  I may have copied something, somewhere and turned that in, to get through it.

And so it was that I actually wrote a haiku after these many, many years and even though it was not about nature I think I did particularly well. It was the morning after a very loud party in the neighborhood involving a crowd of young people, a fire pit and accoutrement’s that go along with this type of bash. There was one girl who was having an exceptionally good time laughing and talking for all to hear throughout the night.

A party next door
Talks loudly with beer in hand
Will be sick for days!

 

That’s pretty much what I was thinking as I would wake from my slumber every once in a while…poor girl. But she was my muse, my inspiration to finally achieve my haiku the next morning. I wonder what kind of grade Mrs. Fraser would have given me for this one?

Intuition, Story Teller, Universe

“Excuse me, but do I know you?

ShamanAnd 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.

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Too Much!

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!

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Pet Store

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!”

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Mom

My Mom has always wanted the best from me, is proud of me and I know I am loved by this beautiful woman. I am blessed to know someone as strong and as courageous as my mama. And do not forget smart. She didn’t get here in life by the seat of her pants and it was no easy ride for her. She taught me a lot about hard work and to make it look good and in the end it all became easy, like putting one foot in front of the other. I look up to her and love her till the day is long. I have already wished this kind woman Happy Mother’s Day but had to share this beautiful video by Sarah Kay called, “If I should have a daughter”