Fond memories from 8 years ago… The second time I left a piece of my heart on this lovely island full of ❤️
. 📍 Varadero, Cuba
⏲️ January 2011
Happy Would-Have-Been 84th Birthday Dad!
Pictured here is him at 34 and appears to have met my mother for the first time here, she was 23 here. My dad brought his camera along and took photos of one another, kind of cute. The next two photos are kind of funny, my mother’s expression and the distance they sat apart. They were introduced and for my mother, it was an arranged marriage. She was told to marry my dad if she wanted to do the family right. Sigh. The times then. Both clueless at love, with abusive parenting that lacked love shown to them. The marriage didn’t last, but they gained two daughters. Lol #1969
This image resonates with how I felt today, being on the inside, looking out into the space of time, of life. I’m sure that my having migraines the last few days has contributed to this feeling as well 😖
My apologies for the lack of postings… I’ve been feeling uninspired lately and thus haven’t posted much. I’ve been going through a personal incubation period of sorts which can demand all of my energies till I emerge on the other side, lighter and hopefully more self enlightened. Those of you familiar with Thomas Moore’s writings will understand what I’m talking about
Despite being inside a fog or grey days, you can still find beauty. Such is life. Some days are dark days for our souls, but all we need is to look up and outside to seek beauty, it’s there. I was 6-7 months into grieving for the passing of my father and the ending of my role as a caregiver and champion for his well being, feeling a bit lost. A road trip in a foreign land was exactly what I needed to process and grieve… Everyday was new and different, with many challenges and rewards. There were views that brought me to tears, and others that took my breath way and made me smile. Feeling all the emotion was so healing Solo Road Trip adventure in Iceland 2014
The collateral beauty after a big storm… The beautiful calm and a sense of community as everyone comes out to to see the damage and share stories. A bit surreal seeing the gap in what was the longest pier in Canada, now in two segments. I don’t know if whether they will be able to selvage what’s left, it took a good beating with all the boats that were docked at the end by the breakwater, and being that’s it’s 104 years old, might mean structural damage can be greater that it appears to us right now.
Unfortunately the strong winds came right at it, slamming all the broken away boats into the pier. In the third image you can see the wreckages on the beach, quite the mess.
I also checked in on @cruseruser as the crew’s are still quite busy with post-storm calls, downed wires and trees still. I was amazed to see how many people ignored clearly cordoned off area due to live wires and ignored verbal earnings by him and his crew. What is wrong with some folks nowadays? Darwinism? RCMP also had to start ticketing people who ignore barriers blocking access onto the pier, as well as looting the washer up boats
When you feel a slight uncomfortableness and fear in something you want to do, it’s definitely a sign, look for the excitement that comes within your heart, no matter how small it seems. The returns you gain for going through with it, committing to it, multiplies that small excitement you first felt, you grow from that experience and move forward another step towards the dreams and goals you have. Go for it, face the fear, and go get what you want out of life. 📍: Northwest Iceland, along route 76 near Hofsós if I recall correctly. Taken in 2014 when I did a solo road trip circling the island of Iceland, a most amazing adventure that belongs to me alone… scary, joyful, reflective, empowering, and humbling
Another year, another @wrfrauxillary annual Boot Drive completed. $2.5k+ and a few bins of non-perishable food donations will go to help those in need through White Rock’s Sources Food Bank. Despite 5 hrs of standing out in the chilly 5C temp, it was all smiles with holiday cheer. Wonderful to witness all who came out to support the WRFR Aux crew’s efforts, from young kids to seniors, all donations big and small were meaningful and wonderful gifts to help others is
I find myself from time to time wondering about Bella’s (pic 1 & 3) fox kits when the seasons change or when we have more extreme weather… wondering if they are ok, wondering who will remain after this oncoming winter, wishing wellness for the mom too.
This little one we nicknamed Butch (short for the butcher) in pic 2 as he was the dominant one always grabbing the fresh kill it’s mother would bring back. It would run around with the bunny and then find one of the den holes to go into and stash it or gnaw into proper pieces, throwing out the non edible parts.
My last trip to observe them was towards end of July, and I only spotted Bella by her lonesome self, as pictured in 1 & 3, waiting by the roadside for both social interaction and to beg for food. If you ever see any foxes up close, please don’t feed them, don’t even bait them. A couple of her kits were found dead by this very area the week before, too curious and tempted by human intervention. The two had been struck by a car, as they must have been lingering and hadn’t learned the dangers of the road yet. I believe the pair to be the siblings whom were inseparable (pic 4, 5, 6), and it was a very sad realization to have, seeing and hearing about the impact some thoughtless humans had on these beautiful creatures