A Special Place I Call Home

A Special Place I Call Home

My special place, that I call home, for when I am there I feel more at home then anywhere.  I am far from family and friends, surrounded by strangers that do not seem strange or distant at all, but rather like long lost kin folk that I am sure my past spirits have known.

My special place that I call home where eagles soar in such abundance that I sit in awe and disbelief to be so blessed to live among them   Their calls to one another from tree top to tree top or the power of their wings as they fly at breakneck speed to pluck their prey from the sea.

My special place that I call home, watching shore birds do their rhythmic dance, sheets of white moving and flowing so in sync with one another, their reason for their frolic or the purpose to their moves I am not aware but I can imagine the timing of their dance with a symphony of music

My special place that I call home, staring out into the sea waiting for a glimpse of the mighty Orca,  but just as excited to see sea otters, seals and sea lions. I love the bark of the sea lion, sounding so grumpy as they roll along through the tides but having such silly grins on their faces.  as if they are amused at something only they can see.

My special place that I call home, following deer tracks as they show their path from bush to shoreline and back again. Perhaps they too like to watch the sunrise and sunset to reflect on their day as it ends and their morning as a new one begins.  

Waking and sleeping to the sounds of the waves, 

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from raging  pounding surf to calm lapping waters, the sounds lulling you to slumber but then rousing you with anticipation.

Every day, every moment something to see, to believe in, to remind me to live to breath to love to laugh.

My Special Place

Thank you for reading Live Love Laugh,

Catherine Deslippe

Snow in the City

Snow in the city…. It doesn’t happen often but when it does you need to grasp the moment

Looking out the windows I am flooded with memories of childhood and the wonders of snow.  The wide eye excitement of getting dressed and rushing outdoors, mothers calling in the distance be careful, wear your hats, be home before dark.

I was drawn to the outdoors this morning to relive parts of those memories and to create new ones reminiscent of this time in my life.

The city so still, grounded to a halt by snow. Cars and roads covered in a  thick  quilt of white and fast falling snowflakes, this morning was perfect

The city looks abandoned, as if some strange phenomenon has taken most the population and the few that you do meet are different,  they are happy, giddy and exuberant just by being in the snow. Shouts of good morning, happy holidays, Merry Christmas have replaced the angry or non-existent chatter of normal city life

The excitement of being the first to lay footprints on patches of new snow, as if we have claimed this land for the first time.  Making snow angles and snowman with Maggie jumping around laughing and smiling, the two of us being child-like again.

As the morning draws on and the skies get brighter our world looks a bit different, more people have emerged and the cars are starting to come to life.

Our moment of morning snow bliss has come to  end with new memories of this life, this day and reminders of the past we trudge home to tired from play and happy for the moments

Our city,  our snow, our story

Catherine & Maggie

 

Life Imitating Nature

Decisions on life cloud my mind today just as the clouds take over the sky. Lakes and streams overflowing, mirroring the depths of human emotion

The heavy rains slow to a misty overcast ,  hovering in the layer of fog, the silhouette of lone coyote, a reminder of self preservation.

The rains let up ,  the clouds open to allow a sliver of sun, symbolic of possibility. Before they close back in again and torrential storms settle in

My storms, my thoughts, my day

Catherine

Rain

In the still of the rain we found some peace today. A week of stress and uncertainly gave way to playing in puddles. The air so crisp,  fresh and quiet and the presence of people absolutely nil.

Just Maggie and Me forgetting all the woes of the week, walking in wonder through raindrops.

So cold,  the rain teetering on the edge of turning to ice, laughing and running with reckless abandonment.

Remembering that life just is, people are just people and letting go every now and then is a must

Our day, our rain, our story

Catherine

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Taking a chance on the sun

The weather called for all day showers but Maggie and I had other plans so we demanded the sun to shine ….

 We saw a sliver of light on the horizon, our sign the universe had listened 

 While everyone was tucked away preparing for the expected wet day, we ventured out and were blessed with glorious moments 

 We saw rays hope and stole the moment …. we chased and followed the sun 

 Today was about merriment and marvel, it was about being silly and finding quiet 

 A great day to recharge, re energize and enjoy time my companion, my Maggie, my friend 

 To being silly and to finding the sun

 My Saturday, my Maggie, my story

Catherine

 

Laundry – Back to My Roots

First rocks and now laundry…. Do you get a sense I have been in need for the simpler things in life?

The morning here is slightly overcast. The sun and the ocean marine layer are fighting with each other for space in the sky.  For now the marine layer wins out and the winds toss around a fine mist so gentle you wonder if it is mist at all.

Saturday morning laundry is one of the chores we did as children and it was one of my favorite ones.  I simply love laundry.  I love the idea of the dirty clothes going in and then coming out with that clean smell (all natural lavender and rosemary soap of course).   The aromatic smell of clean clothes awe…….

Today,  just like when I was a child I get to hang my laundry outside.  Back then, way back then I used to wait in anticipation for the washer to finish anxious to get the clothes on line. Today was that day, the one that took me back to those moments.

Try to imagine a breeze blowing off the ocean the shorebirds and seagulls calling out to one another, the winds rustling through the trees and me hanging sweet smelling laundry just like my mom taught me

I took my time hanging everything just right so that it would dry with that crisp outside feeling, wishing that I had more to wash, more to hang and more moments like this in my life.

I think if there is a heaven this moment, this feeling must be part of it,

Thank you for reading and being part of my journey

Catherine