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Time and again

03 Sunday Sep 2017

Posted by shewrite63 in Art, community, Health, photography, therapy, writing

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Art, Canada, Canada150, Gatineau, MosaiCanada150, nature, park, plants, quebec, sculptures, tourists

Saturday brought the perfect long weekend weather to get out to a popular exhibit.

Everyone and his uncle thought so too!

I mustered up the courage to match my curiosity. I really wanted to see the MosaiCanada150 exhibit in Quebec. The last time I pushed myself to attend a crowded cultural event was in July.

Prospector plant sculpture MosaiCanada150

The Prospector

With water bottle, granola bars and sun hat ready yesterday, I set out on public transit to cross the river to la belle province – specifically to Gatineau, Quebec.

The Jacques Cartier Park lineup to get in and past security was very long. I didn’t realize until after I took what looked like a clear passage on a side road that I was cutting into the line. I apologized to the people beside me, using my confusion as an excuse.

It was an impressive exhibit.

There were dozens of sculptures artistically made with plants, depicting different stages in Canada’s history. The exhibit took us back in time to the First Nations, the voyageurs and early settlers.

Due to the crowds of people in the way and my short stature, I could not find the time or patience to stop and take photos of all the displays. I adored them with my eyes and stored the images, my reaction and appreciation for them in my short-term memory bank.

Mother Earth plant sculpture

Crowds of humans adoring Mother Earth

 

The main attraction, pièce de résistance was Mother Earth. As I took shaded shelter under the trees before merging into that long queue, I overheard a security guard saying to people resting on the grass,  “Move faster. Move faster!”

I can understand that they wanted to keep bodies moving and make room for the hundreds of others waiting at the entrance. It just seemed ironic that we were being rushed and not allowed the time to stop, to reflect and appreciate the magnificence of the scene.

It was ironic to see Mother Earth set with a backdrop of high-rise buildings. Perhaps it was complimentary in that we can learn to balance our desire for progress and modern expansion with a respect for nature and the ancient traditions.

Perhaps.

Mother Earth plant sculpture

Mother Earth in the city

Did I achieve my objectives?

Yes.

  • I pushed myself to venture into a crowded public place. Alone.
  • I took pictures with my smart phone but I also took time just to admire the art, to observe other people and eavesdrop on their conversations, their reactions to the exhibit.
  • Since I went alone, I was on my own schedule and was able to set my own pace (except when getting swept into the flow past some displays and jammed still at others).

Today it’s raining. I shall stay in my humble home to putter with houseplants, to reflect and write, to cook a batch of meaty pasta sauce.

I changed the C cell batteries in my Zen Alarm clock. Once again it makes a loud and proud chime in the key of E rather than a dull thud. It had been almost three years since I coveted and acquired it.

When I look back at my observations, writing and personal growth since then, it seems that things haven’t improved in our outer world.  It’s like we’re stuck in some ambitious, testosterone-fueled cycle. I know I have been working on myself. What about the rest of the world, for Pete’s sake?!

I changed, edited the quote on that poster from:

“We can never obtain peace in the outer world until we make peace with ourselves.” — Dalai Lama

To:

“We can only obtain peace in the outer world once we make peace with ourselves.” 

I felt the quote could use a positive injection – for so many reasons.

Thanks for dropping by.

T

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Comfort zones

08 Wednesday Jul 2015

Posted by shewrite63 in Health, photography, therapy, Travel, writing

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airplanes, Canada, cats, childhood memories, comfort, novel, photography, reading, tourists, trains, travel

Last summer, I travelled to meet my four older sisters during a pilgrimage of sorts to our Mother’s place of birth. 

Last month, I travelled with my oldest son to mine. Our journey was a combination of planes, trains and automobiles. We got along well for most of the long weekend. We had budgeted well for comfy travel and a three night stay at a lovely Bed and Breakfast.

It had been many years since I spent more than one or two nights in that small town other than to attend weddings or funerals. This time, the occasion was a family reunion being held in an eatery along the main drag.

Prior to catching up with the twenty or more people who attended, my son and I had plans to play tourist for a couple of days. Well, I had plans. He was along for the ride.

The first day, a neighbourhood cat greeted me during his morning tour while I took in fresh air on the B and B’s front porch and waited for the coffee announcement.  I was happy to meet a black feline who reminded me of one of my own back home.  He was a very friendly fellow with all the purring and rubbing but wouldn’t stay still long enough to look at the camera! He had an outdoor cat coat which was much coarser than that of Mr. Snuggles. He also had well-sharpened claws which made it difficult for lap sitting.

cat on porch

Neighbourhood cat drops by the B and B to say hello

I went in to obtain the first cup of fresh-brewed coffee. While sipping it, ahh-ing and admiring the dining room deco,  I looked out the window to see that my new friend was waiting for me. It was cute yet a little creepy…

Black cat waiting outside

Black cat waiting outside. I think he sensed I was a Cat Lady

After breakfast, my son and I went for a walk with intentions of visiting the used book store and a few other places. He sighed when I indicated a plan to take on that lookout tower on the opposite hill.

woman tourist pointing to tower on a distant hill

We shall venture to that tower on the hill this weekend!

I reminisced beside the lazy river that meandered through our old town. In my early days, I used to paddle a canoe up and down that river, exploring the shores and meeting friends.

woman tourist on bridge over river

Reacquainting with the Seguin River

On an impulse decision, I agreed to a 25-minute float plane tour of Georgian Bay rather than a 3-hour boat cruise. My other travel companion was excited about the chance to take to the air.

Stuffed owl beside float plane

Owlie says “We’re going up in THAT?! Kinda small, isn’t it?”

The airways tour was exciting and beautiful, providing a quick aerial view of Georgian Bay. I made sure to snap plenty of pictures with my trusty little camera. This wasn’t the first time I used it to calm my anxieties about flying in a small plane.

Aerial view of Georgian Bay, Parry Sound area

Aerial view of Georgian Bay, Parry Sound area

Rock formations and shallow inlets

Rock formations and shallow inlets

Before we knew it, we were approaching the harbour again.

Salt pile on the shore

Salt pile on the shore

We made a very smooth landing then puttered back to the docks.

approaching docks

Returning to the docks after a smooth landing

The next day was rainy and breezy. We applied appropriate footwear and an extra layer of clothing to walk around the old neighbourhood and climb tower hill. I felt obligated to provide proof to family and old friends that we had visited this landmark.

Lookout tower view from base

Lookout tower view from base

Although I had been up and down this structure many times in my youth, the rain, wind and my weaker knees made it a new experience that day.

Lookout tower view

Lookout tower view of Parry Sound harbour, Georgian Bay

Lookout tower view of Parry Sound

Lookout tower view of Parry Sound harbour, Georgian Bay and the famous CPR rail bridge

You will notice the CPR train trestle appears in many of my touristy photographs.  It was an ever-present landmark looming over our old neighbourhood and spanning the Seguin River valley.  Many others will agree that since we were surrounded by the CPR and CNR routes, trains were a big part of our childhood. During my recent visit, I found the frequent sound of the train whistles comforting and nostalgic. After three days and nights, the charm soon wore off.

Meanwhile, back at the top of the windy lookout tower, we quickly scanned around to confirm there were no forest fires then gingerly made our way back down the see-through metal steps. Conveniently, the Tower Hill museum and gift shop were open that rainy Sunday afternoon.  We only had enough time to purchase souvenirs then go in search of lunch.

I insisted we visit the restaurant that provided inspiration for The Red Hare in The Year of the Rabbit, a novel that took place in a small town very similar to Parry Sound. The bowl of hot wonton soup was very comforting.

wonton soup bowl

Wonton soup bowl

When we returned tired and wet at the Bed and Breakfast, we were greeted by that neighbourhood cat. Once again, I could not convince him to stay still in order to get a good profile pic.

black cat on porch

Phillip the cat welcomes the wet, tired tourists back

Third time’s a charm, he appeared on the morning of our departure, likely to see us off – or request a chin scratch and tummy rub.

Black cat on outdoor carpet

Phillip comes to say farewell, flexing his claws

After a long journey of sitting, waiting and connecting, we arrived home. I was happy to see my other children. Some were happy to see me too.

Black cat on human's bed

Mr. Snuggles making himself comfortable

I have settled back in to my weekly routine. I can reminisce about the visit and the brief family reunion while I sip cool water from my souvenir Macintosh Grande mug graced with the lovely Casson “White Pine” painting.

Coffee mug with Georgian Bay artwork

Coffee mug with Georgian Bay artwork

Thanks for dropping by.  If you’re feeling adventurous to read that novel I mentioned, please visit Smashwords to download a sample of the ebook or eventually purchase a copy. It’s only 99 cents or you can pay what you feel is a fair price. It’s okay, I didn’t write it to make money, only to share a story. If you enjoyed it, mention it to others.

T

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