Different Flowers, One Meadow
Celebrating Earth's Diversity
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It's been six months since my last post. Last Autumn, people lined up their Jack-o-lanterns in the forest to be reclaimed. The sky grew dark and the mountains seemed to close in. Weeks of rain and power outages were December and January. Oh, and the fog.
By February 2015, the first blooms opened. Spring beckoned us forward and we looked to the sky's golden hope and warmth. My companions are two senior cats.
Spring's glittering sheen and bold colors make The Island look feastive. As you can see, I am still learning the camera. Since the area is rich in photo opportunities, I'll enjoy the practice.
This year's garden consists of 21 assorted pots obtained from neighbor donations and thrift stores. They contain both flowers and vegetables. I read in some "comments" somewhere that a woman got great results when she threw a banana peel into the hole prior to planting. I did the same in one of my two tomato plants.
Near Port Renfrew.
Be wise in the forest, and Thanks for visiting.
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|Posted by Val Fox on October 26, 2014 at 6:50 PM||comments (1)|
My name is Carmel Mae Whitney. I live at Ridgeway drive, number 4 in the town of Homor Oreos. I sewar..no, I ..the date is October 29, 2014. I swear the story I will tell you is true. It really did happn tonight when I walked along the path from the park. This THING followed me on the other side of the trees. I'm sure it followed me.
It shon really bright and was a sparkly blue. When I walked, it mooved when I moved. I wanted to run but I coudnt. I tried to just walk normal and pretend I didnt see t. I could hear my breathing and I wanted to be quiet but I coulnt.
I kepped walking until I could see the lights from Barnwell's store. It was real quiet and my y chest thudded hard. Oh
when I was almost there the light disapeered. I coudnt see it any more. So I started to run.
Then I heard something like a real sick person thats hurting bad. But it was different too. The sound kind of rattled, you know like a person who's dying. Yeah. Then it got louder. It was behind me. UI knew it was. I could feel it. It was hot like it wanted to burn me. I kepped running and the light came closer behind me. I slipped on the rocks and my ears popped and it hurt.
The ground turned blue and I raced from the trees to the store. Barnwell already locked the door and went hme. I saw the lights go out and banged on the door and said let me in! Bt he had gone home early because his wife is sick.
So I ran here to you guys and and it shreeked like a siren was behind me and I don't know if it's still out there or not! I dont know what it was. I have to get back home to my little ones. I was only supposed to be gone a cupple of minutes. And now I need to get home but that thing is out there. That's all I know.
Carmel Mae Whitney.
Photo: Val Fox
Tags: Halloween tales; mysterious light; Girl followed; Unsafe Streets; Is This For Real
|Posted by Val Fox on October 19, 2014 at 10:05 PM||comments (1)|
The whole experience of moving away from friends and loved ones is a shock. It's all happening so fast, I hardly have time to process it. I already miss Alberta's vast sky and it's wonderous sunsets.
A series of events has resulted in my availability to take a risk, a leap into the unknown toward uncertainty. I have never moved so far away from family and friends.
Yet here is this prairie-boomer-grandma preparing to ride the ferry from British Columbia's lower mainland to Vancouver Island. This time I won't be there to play tourist. I'm taking whatever I can fit in a minivan and I'm moving there, with family support. I can see them in my mind's eye, leaping high and shaking celebratory pom poms.
Do what makes you happy.
You'll thrive out there.
Your time to shine!
I'm thankful for those people who are giving me a push. Some of you don't even know how you are helping me do this. I might have remained in comfortable familiarity all my life. Instead, I will live in a winter rainforest, keeping warm by a fire. The girls will soon curl up nearby and I will be thankful for their company.
Please join me weekly as I discover my new home on Canada's Vancouver Island. A new journey has begun.
|Posted by Val Fox on September 12, 2014 at 1:50 AM||comments (0)|
Navigating through major life changes can be frightening, especially when an unknown future beckons and we grieve for lost dreams. I have begun such a journey.
Author Jeanette Winterson writes that when going through change, it's easy to interpret our fear and sorrow as something totally painful and negative. The lack of sleep. trembling hands and basketball slamming in our gut plead for the familiar, demanding our return to the same game of chance.
Winterson implies that the jumping off point and its subsequent turmoil could be a blessing in disguise, even if it doesn't feel like it yet. Many other wise souls make similar claims.
Some days we're paralyzed with sadness; others days our youthful energy and curiousity will illuminate the room.
For those experiencing major change, the new trail will become familiar soon enough. Chaos will not last forever. Lessons learned and a fresh perspective will help lead us forward to clarity, peaceful heart, even joy.
Believe it. Claim it.
|Posted by Val Fox on July 28, 2014 at 9:00 PM||comments (0)|
It's that time of year when pow wow enthusiasts load vehicles and travel to various celebrations hosted by First Nations communities throughout North America. The following photos were taken July 20 at the Kainai Nation annual summer pow wow and rodeo here in southern Alberta.
A July sunrise greets participants of the summer 2014
This bustle is attached to the backside of a Chicken Dancer.
Technology helps the audience see the dancers in the arbour.
Young Fancy Shawl dancer watches other competitors.
Esther W. of the Standoff Hutterite Colony shades her eyes
from the late afternoon sun.
Summer celebrations included midway, hand games and fire works.
Three lovely Jingle Dancers getting a closer look.
July 2014 Southern Alberta sunset.
Thanks for visiting everyone! If you have any photos you'd like to share with our readers, I'd be happy to see and share them. You can reach me through the Contact Me button and I'll be sure to respond to your message. Stay Safe.
Tags: summer activities; colourful regalia; pow wow circuit; traditional dancers; pow wow drums; drum group competitions.
|Posted by Val Fox on July 20, 2014 at 5:30 PM||comments (0)|
This year has been emotionally challenging in some ways and I forgot that fact earlier as I chastised myself for not being more productive. I forgot that I had written a story in May and it was published in July, or that I was studying for tough editing exams to become certified. Self-criticism rarely inspires and will often skew the truth. I find the truth when I stop thinking and dig in the garden.
When we say "you should be.." we often forget all the other things that steal our attention each day, many of them unplanned events such as vehicle breakdowns or sudden illness. This is not to be confused with making excuses for doing nothing. I'm talking about events that affect our usual routines or mind-set. The garden's colours can help us feel grateful.
When I hit my forehead with the palm of my hand, saying "I forgot, again!" or I see a typo in my writing, I forget that three children demand my attention - the second set of kids I've raised. It escapes me that three sisters-in-law have died in the last six months and that one of our beloved dogs was run over. The garden's moist earth wafts a grounding fragrance and I discover that I'm grieving.
When our son rolled the truck, breaking his leg and pelvis, the garden got neglected. The flashing police lights were frightening but I remained calm and observant. When the fear feelings came, the garden offered a place to catch my tears. Others have claimed this too. A garden grows newness.
Living in the trailer (RV) was fun for several weeks, after much of our furniture was destroyed and we had to live out of boxes. The kids and I have slept soundly in the fresh night air, carressed by the fragrance of petunias, peonies and lilac.
We all have our share of life's bumps, some more than others. We hear tragic stories on electronic devices or share in the sorrows of family and friends. Some of the garden's plants are living memoriums to lost loved ones; they call forth happy memories.
The sight, feel and scent of a garden's treasures will always invite us to a place of wonder in the middle of life's stresses. When we allow its energy to comfort and amaze us, our turmoil eases, gratitude grows and our creativity is stimulated.
Thanks for visiting, everyone. The next post will feature scenes from last weekend's Kainai Nation Pow Wow in Southern Alberta. See you soon!
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A warm, spring wind blows the snow off the nearby Rocky Mountains.
Today's photo dedicated to a dear sister, Bernadette Fox, who left her earthly
life on Saturday, May 24, 2014. Thank you for the inspiration, Bernie.