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sexta-feira

It seems easy … just sit back, relax…. let the moments come and go.

I watched a short clip today, where there is a moving ball, starts at one side of the frame, moves slowly to the top (centre) of the frame pauses and then slowly slides to the other side of the frame. The caption and voice, asks that you watch taking a slow breath, then hold when the ball pauses, then release as it slowly drops down to the other side. Lovely reminder to pause during your day, to take a moment to just stop relax for a moment before hurrying on with whatever you are doing.

So often we live our lives on automatic pilot, When I was out yesterday driving to the conservation area I frequent, I thought about how often I had done this over this years.. and how the car just seemed to know where it was going. Ottawa is surrounded by green spaces. We are very lucky that way. I found myself asking the empty space around me (in the car) why I always went to the same locations. Why with hundreds of options, did I always go where it was familiar. (didn’t get an answer)(working on it)

When finally home, I settled down for a wee nap, and turned my iPad on to listen to one of my lessons, but instead of a podcast on male *health/ psychology, a story came up about a woman pilot.. a woman who had military training … now no longer in the military she was on a commercial flight when there was an incident that required quick thinking and the skills she had acquired while in the military,

This was not something usually on my radar.. but I was tired, comfortable, my eyes closed… so I let the story unfold. I woke to a story about a woman living in the wilderness of Nevada back in the 1800 when the land was wild, and civilization sparse ,… She tended a trading post on her own, in the middle of nowhere… stepping outside when she heard movement, she found an injured wolf… the story was about how she took responsibility for the injured animal.. and the consequences of her actions. (women did not have it easy!)

Both stories were nothing I would ever have searched out, but there they were.. … both told of courage, of kindness, of persons who put the safety and what was morally right first. Made me wonder what other “stories” were being offered. Interestingly I found that there are human interest stories .. that speak of kindness and helping others in all walks of life. There are consequences in life, and we are often the creators of our own “destiny”.

Have a great day everyone.. try something different. But keep smiling.

*this is a field of its own, men do have issues and problems specific to their gender.

The Sun

The sun that had warmed and welcomed her earlier that day was no longer friendly. She lay in quiet despair feeling the unrelenting heat, burrow down deep into her body. The ground under her was hard, unforgiving and uncaring that her body hurt. Where once she thought of the sun as a healing energy and one that gave life, she now thought only of how it was slowly killing her with it scorching blistering persistence on her now barely living shell.

The once slender arm that one gracefully waved to friends and showed her animation for life, now lay limp and useless across her eyes. Her parched throat tried in vain to find one tiny drop of saliva ..anything to relieve the thirst that raged inside her she felt her soul evaporating drop by drop into the stillness around her. Nothing moved. The animals knew to conserve their energy. Not a sound could be heard … and she had no energy left to try to cry for help.

How long she lay in the semi state of consciousness, no one would ever know. All hope for rescue was gone, she simply let herself go.

It was at that moment that she felt rather than saw a presence. She knew her eyes would not open, her strength was gone. Maybe the angels had come to take her away from this burning inferno. Maybe… he would once more feel the cool of a shaded nook, and feel the fresh green grass beneath her feet. If she were to die now… she would be rescued from this horrible state of passive death.

What was that…. a sweet smell … the air around her had changed… Then yes… she felt a drop on her lips. A gentle rain, just enough to slowly wind its way down her throat and give a feeling o reprieve. She knew she could not move… so she lay and accepted the gift from the “gods”…. her body was bathed in healing rain, drop by drop she felt her skin greedily take it in.

Maybe she would see tomorrow… maybe there was hope… as her body drdank t his blessing from above, she felt the earth beneath her begin to take shape and mould to her now drenched body…. Her arms that had been limp and useless now began to lift in prayer to the skies.

Her eyes opened to the world and she knew she could stand tall and be strong again. In letting go and accepting the moment of despair, she had welcomed the unknown, in doing so, it became her friend…. she was free to embrace the sun again.

In death, comes a new beginning/life.

Q

lundi

I live on an island where my front door opens to this view. I can spend hours watching the water swirl and listen to its song as it makes its way around the rocks. I can even watch the sky as it turns from dawn to dusk…. It is true I can’t get to it every day, but it never leaves my heart or my thoughts. We live alone on this island, there are neighbours on other islands, but we are fortunate in that, living in different time zones, we are seldom on our properties at the same time. This is the beauty of living in a virtual world (smile)

By now, you have if you are a regular to this blog, have read I am moving and have seen the story I shared with you the other day about the “Little House” https://youtu.be/F74CR1uqXFA?si=M4Fxvkml523xj3Al I have heard back from a few of you who took the time to watch the YouTube version of Virginia Lee Burton’s .The Little House. thank you,, I appreciate that you took the time to view it.. it tells the story of what I am living in a very poignant way.

For days now I have been going through photos, correspondence etc that accumulates when you have lived in one house for over 25 years. The faces of friends now long gone, or living in “space and time”. It had been tedious and long.. my hands ache at night from the constant pulling, and tearing of papers for recycling. But … in all the frustrations and challenges, I have found happy moments seeing the faces of people I once worked with, and shared special adventures with.

I am tossing a lot of “stuff” out.. a lot of what can be recycled will go to charities. Leaving 3 levels of living space, to go to a 1.5. apartment is certainly going to be a new adventure. The hardest is knowing that my gardens the green space I have surrounded myself with, will be no more. The animals that alive here …(Outside) will have to find another oasis. There is no doubt that my little house will be razzed to the ground, and with it the vegetation that has sheltered us for years will disappear.

You have all heard me say this before… life is to be lived and enjoyed, don’t squander your moments …. embrace life…. appreciate your friends…. and protect nature as best you can. Reach out to someone you haven’t heard from in awhile.. smile at a stranger… life is precious.

This was taken by my Dad who was an avid photographer, he took the pictures and developed them himself. And it was a time when we could enjoy country sides like this on a hike not far from our home. You guessed right if you thought, not so now…

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Oyashikiri

abandoned

This is a house I found the other day when out for a drive with Eartha. She is very patient with my hollering.. STOP… this time I got out and toured the grounds. I showed you a few pictures the other day. I’ll repost them in a second. see the side window, there was another set just a room over (kitchen) .. the owners had placed a bird feeder there, it was still hanging there in need of repair. The view would have been perfect.

I wondered if they had tilled the land, there was a big unused and now falling apart barn on the lot beside the house. The mess around the property .. the debris, broken plates, pots and pans strewn in the garage (now falling down and only half standing).. someone had tried to tidy up, but whatever happened in life… plans were abandoned, only the pretty spring flowers were showing up.

The house my parents purchased back… way back… when I was a child was white with the same green trim this house had. MAYBE that is why I hollered “stop” …. could be I was chasing a dream…. memories have a way of creeping in on us. At the time Dad purchased the house it was on a lonely country road, such as the one we were on… a few other houses, but they were few and usually in groups. At the end of our street was a convenience store with a butcher shop. little else.

Now that whole area has been swallowed up with the city… the field I could play in, is now so built up… there are medical buildings and a huge hospital just walking distance from the old house.

I think one of the reasons I enjoy this Thursday Door feature so much is that it takes me back in time. Dan’s posts usually feature doors in the areas he travels.. often they represent a different era. The neighbourhoods that are still “comfortable” with inviting homes, shades of “families” that once were. You can almost hear the sounds of children playing, dogs barking, cats wandering and sunning along the quiet lanes.

Gardening was a hobby, you could see small garden patches in backyards, depending on where you lived, there could also be a chicken or a bunny hutch.. people sat on the front porch and greeted neighbours who often would stop and visit. We ( the children*) would roam the streets looking for our friends, hang out in restaurants with a floor for dancing, boys would be riding their bikes and/or playing some sort of sport in the playgrounds and school yards.

There was not a television in every house… and maybe… there was a phone in the house, maybe it was a private line, but often it was a party line. Times have changed, but what hasn’t changed, is LIFE. It keeps happening.

Discover the joy of transforming yourself

When you realize how much YOU have changed for the better, it fills you with true happiness. Strive each day to improve yourself. (PL2014.8)

LIFE does keep happening, and it behoves us to not squander it.

Love is a blessing, a gift.

Oyashikiri

For more Thursday Doors, please visit Dan’s No Facilities site https://nofacilities.com/2025/05/08/strip-district-part-ii/

Tuesday

The other day I found a temple ruin in the jungle. I immediately thought, wow, what a fun find. It took me back (memories) to the days (years and years ago) when I wanted more than anything to visit Easter Island to explore the ruins and the huge statues that are all over the island. I wonder today how many people actually know of Easter Island, or its history.

In putting up the ruins I found I needed to contact the creator of this build. What a delightful person, I took the time to let her know how much I enjoy her creations, her reaction made my day. It is so easy to take our encounters with others for granted, say what we have to say and move on. I am constantly being reminded how fortunate I am to have discovered a world where I get to interact with people from all over the world and share a smile ( happy moment)

The ruins have an area where people gathered, there is a place to sit where I could overlook the skies around me and the worlds below. In life, I have to live with both feet planted firmly on the ground, landscapes need taming, home needs to be kept in repair, and its important to balance life’s demands on personal needs. *** never give up on your dreams/creativity.***

Don’t give up! Stick with it, as many times as it takes.

Sometimes you want to just throw in the towel and say, “I give up” But, that’s just the time to dig deep and push through. Your sincere effort will invite a good outcome.

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I was also reminded yesterday on how special friends how… I got to catch up with a friend I have not seen in awhile, she reads this blog on a regular basis. Guess what! she and hubby go to car swap meets on a regular basis, and yes there are still swap meets where people get together to show off their hobby cars…exchange, trade etc. parts… thanks for the information and the great big smile you brought into my day.

(refer back to past a few days back)

These little animesh puddle buddies are soooo cute.. I couldn’t resist.

http://Animesh Companion http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Tardfish/119/151/32

Have a great day …..

Oyashikiri

when two hearts collide

a picture story

I have a dear friend who also has a blog, and who as a writer helps other writers by giving them a picture and asking them to write a story around what they see. Going through pictures for one of my other blogs, I came across this picture.. It spoke to me of so many possibilities that I thought I would try it out on this blog.

Who are these men, what is the storyline here. The postures, the looks, what do they tell you. Mollie you inspired this.. what do you see? Can you feel the emotions, what is happening here, or could be happening.

I look forward to some input here. I think I know where I would go with this story line, but… I’m going to stand aside and let you dear reader, tell me.

Today’s calendar said ‘Good or Bad, It is your Mirror.”

the 25th day, says.. “Let’s find the joy in Everything” Are you looking for things to complain about? Let’s change our perspective and live a cheerful and joyful life.

Each personality is an individual, each with a heart, feelings and emotions that belong to them and them alone, … in life… we are all a continuation of Nature’s Energy field. What happens when two force fields collide?

Stay safe.. stay strong… be happy!

Oyashikiri

Oct.2.Tuesday

yoda 3Good morning, bom dia, a quick doodle, or sketch this morning, of a little character that has caught my fancy.  You may or may not recognize Yoda, he was brave and intelligent, I like those characteristics.  Above all I appreciate creativity and  how when it is used for good, can do so much of a positive nature to the world around us.

Lately I have had to turn my attention away from watching media that  (in my view) is negative and confrontational.  We seem to no longer promote or share stories of goodwill, and /or positive interactions between the people who live on this planet.  We seem to see only politics, religions (all man-made) and use them to batter the people who make up our communities.  Our neighbours, friends, family, coworkers, why is it always, we against they/them, even within small units of people.

Watch the shift that will come, as the holiday season approaches, and the marketing  goes into full gear.  Then goodwill towards all will be played in the malls, over the media. glittering and shiny new toys and household gadgets will appear, Spend spend spend, then you will be happy…..right, till the bills come in

Yoda where are you, we need you now.. where are you with your clone troopers, come out of the fiction, we need you here and now.  Evil isn’t in the skies and outer worlds, it is here, living amongst us now,

oh dear, oh dear, I am having a rant. quick my coffee, get me to a store so I can shop, change my focus…… unfortunately that is a temporary distraction.  I still believe we need a Yoda.  What do you think?

PL Principle #2  I will not have complaints about others,matters,nor the weather.  Rather I will always be creativce and will look for shortcomings in my own thinking and actions.

Obviously this will be my mantra for today.  Blessings all, huge hugs.

Oyashikiri

 

 

looking back

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It really was just another day on the road.  We stopped, and I got this feeling that we were being watched.  You cannot see in this picture, but in the darkness of the woodlands, was a deer checking us out….  well ok, I can’t say for sure it was a deer, but it had four legs, and piercing eyes.

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I tried for another look, at that time I was using a digital Minolta, I confess that I am not a stealthy hunter when I cross over brush and fallen logs to get a closer look.  At the time, I didn’t know about  phone cameras where I could see what I was stalking.  It is in clearing an area on a shelf for a new acquisition ( an airplane clock) that I found the delinquent disk, with pictures from “another time”- labelled Bancroft.

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From the pictures of the interior of the darkened woodland, I see I was determined .. and was not going to just walk away.  I’m  happy to say that this stubborn streak is still with me, much to the chagrin of others.   Now looking back many years later, what I have to show for this adventure of mine, is pictures of a forest woodland that held on to its mystery and mystic, why share the pictures, it’s a case of you had to be there… really there to appreciate the moment. =^_^=

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MINOLTA DIGITAL CAMERA  – gone gone gone, replaced many moons ago.

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I have no idea what this last picture is all about, but decided to include it since there is so much black in the other pictures.  As a photographer, you have to accept that some of your artist captures, are not always, A1, but for sure, they all capture that moment in time, when you thought Ah Ha….

some one, or some thing

watched in the shadow of the trees

drawn to the feeling of being watched

I let myself be captured by the slight movement of the leaves

as always when totally caught up in the moment

my heart did a little dance

my sense of awareness went into over drive

would we connect

would my lens find its mark

no matter, I had to pursue my  need

to capture what I couldn’t really see

this adrenalin is pure, it comes from within

the artist in me is alert

for in a nano second, I’ll press connect

to the instrument in my hands

the moment passes, the thrill happened

will the climax be complete

when I look at the

picture on the screen

no matter what

I lived the moment

and the picture

that I will see

will be

a forever reminder

that in that second

I was part of life

in that space and time

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Do you believe that you are always connected to the Universe, and that, there are times, you are drawn to produce, or create something, because it just feels right..?  I believe that we are all artists in our own way, sometimes, what we do, is clear, the picture, a “master piece”  It conveys something to the artist and the viewers alike.  Other times, it is a reflection of a moment that came and went.  No more, no less.

Just be

namaste      –      Oyashikiri

 

our dogs back then

Echo – white/tan lab

Karma – Portuguese Water Dog

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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