Thanksgiving

This Thanksgiving, I am grateful…

For a drive through the mountains of northern NB, covered with trees green and gold.

For heavy rain on a misty lake.

For a potluck turkey dinner with family crowded into a camp.

For a walk in the woods, breathing in the earthy scent of fall.

For making memories with my parents, my sisters, my son and my daughter, and my niece and my nephews.

For a Hunter’s Moon, humongous in the early evening sky.

I hope your Thanksgiving was filled with love and laughter, good food and great company.

Happy Thanksgiving! 🍁 🇨🇦

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Into the Light

I lost myself for awhile.

It’s been four years since I last posted. Four years since I felt like myself.

But here I am, still standing. Standing stronger and lighter and more filled with love and hope than ever.

I didn’t know how much I was in the dark until I climbed back into the light.

I am back.

And I am here to share some of my stories, some of the hard lessons I learned, and how I found myself again.

This is a photography and life blog about finding the magic in the moments, about chasing the light.  

I hope you’ll join me on this journey.


Currently reading: Becoming Supernatural by Dr Joe Dispenza

Three things I am grateful for today: The smell of the rain, the colour of the sky before a storm, and not being in the direct track of Hurricane Fiona.

Mindfulness Challenge Week 2: Gratitude

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Coming Home

There are so many things I am grateful for:  being surrounded by family and friends; having finally settled into a job that I love; a yoga practice that enriches and strengthens me; books that let me slip away; and little things like coffee and chocolate…  But when I started thinking about what I would photograph to show gratitude this week, what I realized is that right now, I am most grateful for being home again.

This is the early morning sunrise through my back window.

 

Colour

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Maybe because it’s such a late spring, I seem to be even more enthralled with the appearance of leaves than usual.

I mean, it happens every year, right?

But this year, I just can’t stop looking at this changing season: the gradual filling out of trees, the green grass replacing golden fields, and the occasional tulip and daffodil at the base of a house.

This infusion of colour makes me happy.

Accidental Art

accidental art

I had just finished painting my daughter’s room a pretty, intense pink that she had chosen.

I stood for a moment, admiring the colour and feeling the satisfaction of a job completed. Then, it was time to clean up. As I reached down to pick up the paint can, I noticed this exquisite pattern on the inside of the lid, created by the mix of pigments.

Who knew that the prettiest paint would be the one that required no effort, that happened all on its own?

The Empty Chair

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A mirror broke today.

It was a large, heavy mirror. One that I had painted and thought looked perfect on the table in my dining room. Even though I had secured it to the wall, it came crashing down.

It scratched my good table, chipped my new floor, and sent shards of glass flying across two rooms. I was disappointed and discouraged.

But no one was hurt.

Mostly, I feel a tremendous sense of gratitude for the empty chair.

Learning to Breathe

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Yoga changed my life.

I used to carry this tension with me everywhere, all the time. I’d worry about the most trivial things. Then, the stress would cause more tension and I’d worry about the tension. It was crazy.

Until I learned how to breathe properly.

I’d done yoga a few times, but one instructor really taught it well. Now, when I feel any tension coming on, I focus on my breath. Now, I have control over it.

Now, I breathe.