I started my morning off feeding the cats and birds, then sat in my rocking chair, tea, muffin and camera in hand or nearby, then watched the birds. Today is day one of my two-day count. I cherish these moments. The cats usually join me, sometimes Mom does too. I sit for anywhere from fifteen minutes to an hour, depends on the birds and my humour.
Today we had an influx of redpolls. I counted 25! Last week we had four. Unfortunately the goldfinch don’t stick around when the redpolls visit. I counted one this morning and he didn’t stick around for long.
After my bird watching I made a batch of lye soap. I’m hoping to recreate the lye soap from Nova Scotia’s Sherbrooke Village. That stuff is incredible for getting stains out of clothes. It’s been a couple of years since I’ve visited and stocked up and we recently ran out. Fingers crossed 🤞 I get it on the first batch!
I didn’t realize the impact the Nova Scotia shooting had on me, until I read an email from my Deputy Ministers to our Nova Scotia colleagues, offering their condolences and support on behalf of the department. A wave of sorrow and grief washed over me. And that’s when I realized, the melancholy I felt yesterday was related to the events that took place over the weekend in Nova Scotia.
Although I didn’t know any of the victims or their families, I know and love Nova Scotia. It is my home away from home. I lived there for a short time in 2010, made some beautiful friendships and fell in love with the spirit of the land and it’s people. It will be my retirement home one day.
I grieve for the victims, their families and friends and the innocence lost. There are many small towns around the province that don’t lock their doors, ever. Or they leave a key close by that everyone knows where it is. The friendliness, the way they open their doors to strangers, their love of life and family and the simpler things.
I love you Nova Scotia. I pray for you. I send you a big virtual hug and healing, loving energy to help you through this time.
Have you ever found yourself driving to your intended destination and so focused on getting there that you’re not aware of what’s happening around you? I found myself doing this the other day. I was so intent on getting “there” – wherever “there” may be – that I wasn’t present in the moment, nor was I enjoying the trip because I was so adamant that I had to arrive “there” by such and such a time. I was trying to find a place I had never been but came highly recommended. I followed directions but soon found myself in the middle of nowhere. I pulled my car to the side of the road, reached for the map and my phone and then very quickly realized that I needed to drop both and tune into my intuition. I needed to trust the path I was on and pay attention to all that was around me. So I did just that; I tuned out and tuned in.
It doesn’t matter what path I take on this journey called life
I realized my destination wasn’t so important, that it really didn’t matter where I ended up this day, that being in the moment and enjoying the moment was what mattered. I put the car back into gear and started once more on my journey to “wherever”. I decided it didn’t matter where I ended up, as long as I was present and enjoying it. And then I had that moment of clarity, that “aha!” moment: It doesn’t matter what path I take on this journey called life. All that matters is that I enjoy each waking moment and just go with the flow. When I stopped worrying about where and how to get to “there” I sat back and followed my guidance – turning right when I felt like it and left when I didn’t. I had nowhere to be and no clocks to follow. I took in the sunlight, the smell of the ocean and sang along to my roadtrip playlist. It was then that I was gifted with some beautiful spots for enjoying and for photographing.
Remember to take time out to enjoy the journey!
P.S.I have more photos from my travels in Nova Scotia on my photo blog: WJMQPhotography