Meanwhile, nature enchants.

 

It is Sunday morning and I look out my kitchen window, alarmed at the silence. There are no bird songs. No pigeons cooing, no seagulls screeching, crows cawing, sparrows singing…

I took a walk into the park on Friday. Looking out over the ocean into the haze, eyes, stinging, feeling heartbroken for Earth.

Meanwhile, nature enchants.

A beaver glided by peacefully at the lagoon.

Continuing on past the ducks and heron.

Sparrows always make me gasp with delight.

 

Breathtaking. In very aspect of the word.

“I am not young enough to know everything.”

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54 today.  At times through crawling, at times through running, stumbling, skipping, dancing, rolling, falling, shaking, tripping, jumping, sliding, swinging, flying but mainly through one step at a time- I am still here.

It is a beautiful day indeed.

“I am not young enough to know everything.” – Oscar Wilde

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2015 reflections and 2016 intentions.

It’s that time of year to reflect and lay out intentions.

What a journey 2015 was.  It was the year…

[DELETE.]

I had written several lengthy paragraphs reflecting on 2015 and laying out a detailed list of intentions for 2016.  I almost posted it last week.  Then again yesterday.

But this morning I delete it.  There was an apologetic tone to the post that no longer sits rights with me.

And so…

I say thank you for 2015 and simply state:

2016 is the year I meet it all with love. 

(Note: in background- portrait of me by Emily Cowan and ink drawing of trees by Roar Thorsen)

 

To live until we say good-bye. Tobey: Jan. 14, 2000-Dec. 23, 2015

December 23, 2015 3:52 PM

As I write this, I await my brother to pick me up to take Tobey to the vet.  I awoke yesterday with a painful heart, knowing it was time to help Tobey let go.

My nephew and Tobey, Stanley Park, 2014.

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I said goodbye to my sweet Tobey at 5:45 PM. So much love and gratitude for my companion.  

 

Tobey with my father, October 2012, shortly before my father passed away.

 

Recall: Can a dog live forever?  In this case, yes.

Tobey by my street wall, Downtown Eastside, 2012.

 

Tobey loving to run at the field at Keith Lynn Alternative Secondary, 2011.

 

Tobey guarding his master, as we await Hollyburn Funeral Services to move my father’s body, October 25, 2012.

 

My “life-partner.”  Always present.  My buddy.  My comfort.

 

Getting shampooed- again…

 

Tobey would always come along- and I’d look to my right while driving and see this face.

 

Deep Cove.

 

Tobey was my father’s dog initially. He’d always be with my Dad and I at the Lion’s Gate Hospital cafeteria.

 

Remembering him digging in the garden at Evergreen House as Dad and I worked on our book.

 

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Tobey this morning. December 23, 2015.





 


  I love you, Tobey

Special thank you to my brother Anders and to Dr. Caroline Wark and the kind staff at:

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Pay attention to the birds: Part 3- Pigeon

Delighted that my dog has entered some kind of remission.  One week after believing it was time for that “family meeting,” he is well enough to eat and walk again.

He runs like a, somewhat lame, puppy after his bath- so it’s all good for now.

I savour every minute with Tobey, knowing he has lived

and is living

a full

and lovely

and loved life.

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And so I walk with him when he can.  Like yesterday morning at 6:30 AM.  Under blossomed trees at Comox and Chilco.

Tobey and I were enveloped in the whooop whooop whooop sound of pigeons flying and landing on balconies.

What could I learn by listening?

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The pigeon is a determined creature. It will stay in an area as long as there is food, despite attempts by humans or other birds to chase it away. The pigeon sighting can encourage you to be stubborn and hang in there, regardless of what challenges are thrown in your path.

The pigeon also has strong connections to house and home. If a pigeon appears to you, take a look at your relationship with your home. What does it represent to you? What would you like it to be for you? If these things don’t match up, you know you have work to do. The pigeon is safest in a flock. Don’t discount the strength and support found in a community. Furthermore, remember the importance of communication within that community; don’t assume people know things just because you do. Make sure everyone is in the loop regarding important information. [source]

I like paying attention to those magical moments, standing rooted in my new neighborhood– full of gratitude for the struggles and gifts that brought me to this place.

Birds hold so much meaning to me.  And they always feel like messengers, telling me to pay strict attention.

See also:

PART 1: Kingfisher

PART 2: American Robin

POST: They let their wings down…

POST: Dead messengers

We want to take a moment to say THANK YOU.

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From Anna Thorsen, Creative Director and Katarina Thorsen, Art Director:

We want to take a moment to say THANK YOU.

It was a year ago on Feb 12, 2013 that pen was first put to paper on the first draft of our business plan at Cafca Café on Esplanade & Lonsdale in North Vancouver.

In the last year, we released three t-shirt collections, hosted two art events in Vancouver, one in San Francisco, spent time in Los Angeles & SF for research, met an INSANE amount of new faces in Vancouver, incorporated the business, raised over $38,000 in financing loans and learned more about business, ourselves and life than could ever be explained sufficiently in a ‘we’ve done it!’ list…

Read the rest at: bypoststreet.com

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My home is a type of autobiography.

I am imperfect.

My faucet leaks;

My fridge door handle is broken;

My stove drawer is faulty;

My dishwasher is broken;

My garburator never worked;

My closets doors need replacing;

My carpets are dirty

My venetian blinds bent

My walls in need of a fresh coat

My tiles are cracked

And I’m on a busy street…

But to my family I am perfect

Full of love and warmth,

hot baths,

tears,

laughter,

growth,

pets.

I facilitate creativity in my imperfect ways

I am a library

an art studio

a recording studio

an office

a restaurant

a refuge

a place to die

a place to live

a home.