Beauty To Be Found

The seasonal cold hit our house this week, and not wishing to share it, I locked myself in with mugs of lemon and honey.

An ice storm blasted Sunday, so we were happy to stay put. Ice and compromised balance do not blend well. Then, before the ice could melt, it snowed. Another good day to stay indoors.

On the third day, after some much needed sleep, I decided that my lungs could use fresh air, so I snuck out early armed with camera.

Signs of the ice storm were still visible.

Our rural landscape transformed into a misty monochrome dream. I drove with the windows down, inhaling the crisp air, listening for birdsong. Chickadees, Downy Woodpeckers, and Blue Jays flit between the barren trees and tall pines. Too quick for my lens, but the company lifted my spirits.

Stopping on a bridge, I captured this wintry scene, marvelling at the clarity of reflection on the frigid water’s surface.

I’ve been dreading the onset of winter months, something we have avoided for the past three years. Now that I have discovered the pleasure of photography, I am looking forward to the discovery that lies ahead.

Beauty really is to be found in all moments. I am grateful for that.

Three Seasons, One Day

springgreens.jpgAfter almost six months of journeying, we are on the way back to Ontario. A constant barrage of text messages fly back and forth with loved ones at home.  We are all excited for the reunion.

We still have over 2,500 miles to cross before we get there, though, and many new places to discover.

This morning, we stall our departure, not wanting to be caught up in the Seattle morning rush.  We will bypass Seattle and head south on highway 90.

SnoquamieThe day is clear and promises to warm up, which is very welcome.  Ric, a former skier, has been in this area of Washington before, and wants me to take pics with his phone, so I am juggling cameras.

“Do you think we need to worry about snow today?” Ric asks in response to the many warning signs as we ascend into the mountains.

snowinWASnow covered caps dot the distant views, but I can’t imagine that with these temperatures, we’ll encounter the white stuff.  I would be wrong.  While the roads are clear, up in the ski areas, there is still plenty of snow on the slopes.

It seems we will encounter a range of seasons throughout our drive today – the bright greens of spring, the white of winter, and the full bloom of an early summer.  It makes for an interesting and beautiful trip.

springblossomsRic has mapped out the drive home, and indicated possible stopping points.  My job is to call ahead and see if the RV campgrounds have room for us.  The park he has selected is full, so I need to scout out an alternative, which puts me into panic mode.

I am not familiar with the route, and although Ric has a wide range of apps to help with finding everything from RV parks to gas stations to wind reports, I am not versed in these programs.  He barks orders and my brain freezes up, and then we lose cell service.


sunsettingPascoEventually, demanding that I do it my own way, I find us an RV site in Pasco, Washington, just outside Richland.  While it is a little off the planned route, this turns out to be a nice area.  After getting settled, we have a light dinner and go in search of groceries for the remainder of the trip.  We find a fresh foods market and I am able to get a variety of items suitable for my diet.

We land home just as the sun is setting.  Our second day of travel has had many ups and downs – literally and figuratively.  We are both exhausted.





One Thing

Before ME/CFS, I was a Learning Support Teacher, overseeing a three-room Resource center for students with special needs. It was hectic, always demanding, and I loved it. Four years later, I still dream about teaching, which was the inspiration for today’s poem: “A Call To Teach”.  This post, originally penned in November of 2013, captures a day in the life of a teacher.

One Woman's Quest

Sipping my second cup of morning tea, I breathe in the solitude that nature dropped on my doorstep overnight:  great mounds of white, silently commanding the world to a halt.  The tea is extra sweet and warming when accompanied by the luxury of leisure time.

Shaking off the frayed edges of yesterday’s insanity, I contemplate a more relaxed day – some laundry that has needed tending to all week, a few hours of schoolwork, and maybe even an apple crumble.

The snow continues to fall outside my window, softly, without a sign of letting up and I rise from my last sip and stretch, lingering to revel in the majestic beauty of the landscape before me.

Yesterday, everything was chaos, or so it seemed.  The wind was howling and a cold sleet constantly beat against the windows, and indoors, the students were restless, hyper, inattentive, and I was short on…

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