Sunday, 29 March 2015

To climb a tree: forest bathing with happy cats

We're all mourning someone, something or something dear to us. I mourned my work life, as a teacher, when I could do that no longer. I felt important, working with all of my special needs students, particularly. I still mourn that sense of purpose. It's difficult finding something meaningful to do.

While mourning Sady, it brings up all the mourning we have had in our hearts and souls. When Buster and his late brother, Felix, and I would go walkies in the forest they would launch themselves up a tree. They were such a pair. They weren't yet a year when Felix was hit by a car. Buster mourned as much as we did. When I would take him for a walk he was so slow on along the forest trail. He wasn't his free, happy, joyful kitten self. It broke my heart, as I couldn't explain what had happened, or I wasn't sure he understood.

It was a good lesson for our granddaughters: look both ways when you cross the street. I tried collars, but that didn't work. Buster, at least survived.

Here are my fave trees and antler shed
Over time, now that he is 3, he is a bit slower and less impulsive. We've done many walks since, and he lags behind, moewing. He's a big brother to Daisy, who adores him. We call her Buster II, as she not only shadows him, but does all the things he does. Daisy hangs with her brother more than her twin Dorah, who is more of a house cat.
They go on walks with me together. It makes me feel whole again.
This is what makes Daisy and Buster happy: the warmth of the trees, embracing the spring solstice, the promise of spring in the melted snow. The smell of spring is healing. What was knee-deep snow, is slowly disappearing.
This big, old cedar tree is a favourite of theirs. It's part of a magical lane, sheltering the deer in winter. This is where I found some deer beds one day, and my largest antler.




Tree climbing from Jennifer Jilks on Vimeo.
The cats love forest bathing as much as I do. The much prefer getting up into the trees, though, where the bark keeps some of the warmth of the sun.

Saturday, 28 March 2015

Grief, bereavement and mourning: a soul well-loved

hubby's book case
her urn in the middle
new photo display for Sady
-included is the story about
pets waiting on the rainbow bridge.
It's a long process, whether you've lost a beloved pet or human.

GRIEF:  refers to social, physical, and psychological, and emotional reactions to the loss of your loved one. 

MOURNING:  is the process by which we work through a loss to allow healing to take place.  It is like a roadmap to healing, marked by the public ways in which we express our internal experience of grief.

BEREAVEMENT:  is the state of being deprived of a loved one through death.  A person is bereaved for as long as they are in the process of mourning that loss. (Read more here: GRIEF, MOURNING AND BEREAVEMENT.)

 Hubby is managing his grief with a Celebration of Life!

I spotted this at the Gore St. Antique market.
Just $3, and shows her off well.


Dorah and Sady on my fence
I recovered the old cedar from the forest.

More Critters

If a deer poops in the forest...

How does a deer poop in the forest?


Deer poo from Jennifer Jilks on Vimeo.
I've captured nothing on the trail cam but deer and finally: a deer pooping in the forest. I'm sure there is a joke herein, but I fail to be able to articulate it!

YAM?
Hilary?

Friday, 27 March 2015

Paint Party Friday and Oak leaves

original
Paint Party Friday gives me good motivation to play with shapes, light, saturation and colour.
I'm no artist, I just relax with my photography and sketching.
playing with colour
Black and white

I like this one!
I think it looks better in black and white!
My grandkids have been having their way with the coloured markers. 
Actually, they are the kids' markers, I just borrowed them!

Thursday, 26 March 2015

Hydro crews

On a bitterly cold day, a week ago, they came to replace something. I love work, I could watch it for hours! I like having hydro. It makes life easier...


hydro work from Jennifer Jilks on Vimeo.

Wednesday, 25 March 2015

Book Review: One of Everything

I was sent another book for review. It was a shocker. It's an intriguing journey, an autobiography, about the author's dysfunctional family and her eventual salvation from joining a Mormon society.

Now, I'm not into organised religion any more, let alone bible-based Fundamentalism, but it was a riveting story. I had my doubts, at first, but as each chapter of her life unfolded, I was shocked with her exploits and curious as to how she dug herself out from the bottom of this well.

 Voss writes well, and has done her work learning how to write. Unlike myself (I co-published) she battered down walls until she managed to find a publisher. This alone shows strength and courage!

Voss begins near the end of the story, a portent of doom avoided, otherwise, I might not pick up such a defeating story. She tells her story honestly, with no holds barred. There are many facets to the story, from hitting bottom, after a life of abusing herself and her body, to abuse, an abortion, to adoption and racism.

Of 9/11 she writes:
"I need to be with Gregg and Koni, need to sit on their blue corduroy couch all day, watching the same footage all over, saying the same things to each other over and over, ritualistically grinding the shock into manageable bits."
There are many lessons in this book, for parents, children, and the rest of us in society. Excellent read.



one-of-everything-author-donna-carol-vossOne of Everything (narrative non-fiction by Donna Carol Voss)

Is it possible to overdose on life? What is recipe for happily-ever-after? How do you balance and overcome the insecurities, missteps, and explorations of youth to have a healthy adulthood? How do you proudly associate with a religion that conflicts with some of your personal views?

From shame to self-acceptance, from sexual ambiguity to definitive choice, from skepticism to belief, Donna Carol Voss’s journey from childhood through marriage and motherhood is both unique and universal, a story that will resonate long after the last page is read.