Do not regret the past, learn from it.
I was born in a small city. I have spent my entire life as an urban girl. But my heart has always been rural. I don’t know if I could’ve hacked it as a Farmer but part of me would like to have tried.
I spent many years camping in the wilderness. I have canoed lakes and rivers and hiked to the top of the Rocky Mountains. In that time, in the wilderness, I saw a great many animals. Some were amusing, some were breathtaking and some were a little scary! I lived beside one ocean and visited another. It was amazing the wildlife I was able to experience: whales, sharks, dolphins, porpoises, puffins, eagles and more!
Now I am strictly city bound. It is amazing to me how much wildlife shares my concrete jungle. I live very close to a large lake so there is the abundance of wild fowl. It is to be expected. There are swans and geese as well as several different kinds of ducks. I have seen Bitterns and Herons and who could ever forget the ubiquitous Sea Gulls, the world’s garbage collectors!
But in the water you will also find turtles basking on the beaches or a fallen log. Moving a little farther away from the water I have seen rabbits and fox. I was once driving to work very early, before dawn. I had to stop the car and watch as a mother fox and her three kits wandered across what would shortly become a busy road. It was breathtaking. I have seen deer within a stones throw of busy homes. Whenever I’m out and about, there’re always squirrels and chipmunks near at hand. I once had to stop and warn people that there was a squirrel in the tree throwing nuts at passers-by.
I even startled a raccoon one morning! He or she was still asleep at the base of a tree. I stopped when I saw him and all he did was open one eye. I swear he grunted and went back to sleep! He wasn’t the least bit fazed by me!
I have seen coyotes at a distance and bats sleeping in the eaves of my building. Bees and Butterflies regularly visit the gardens outside my building. I once even saw a dead rat! I called Animal Control for that one. I would rather not see a live one. I’m sure they’re here but I’m okay living in ignorance. I have smelled skunk but I haven’t seen one lately.
It pleases me to know that while I can’t visit the wilderness anymore it is still close. We need the simplicity and the complexity that is offered by those who live wild. I will always cherish it!
Time is a thief
Stealing our lives
And all that is costly
Each day it revives
We fight to hold on
We fight to remain
Perhaps we are wrong
And it’s time to refrain
The battle to fight
The battle to win
Is the one that is lurking
So deeply within
Enjoy what you have
Enjoy who you are
Your time here is finite
Let the exit be far
As most of you know I participated in an art show and sale last weekend. It was held at a venue that is specifically designed for local artists to show their work. The building is a heritage home and it is lovely!
I was convinced by a dear friend that I should do this even though it absolutely terrified me. My friend is an incredible artist and I wasn’t sure I measured up. I was wrong. I paint differently then my friend and she did her best to convince me that my work was good. She was right.
Our show was on for three days: Saturday, Sunday and the following Wednesday. I was exhausted at the end of it but I had one hell of a good time! I don’t think we sat still for more than two or three minutes a day. My friends, her friends, fellow artists and even a few strangers popped in and even bought a few paintings. It was a blast!
Even the weather cooperated. The location is on Lake Ontario and the incredible breeze that wafted around the area made for some very pleasant days. Even Wednesday, which while the temperature was approaching 40°C (110°F) it didn’t actually feel that way. I was also able to display some of my Daily Quips. People seemed to enjoy them. I was able to reconnect with people I hadn’t seen in years. It was wonderful!
I must admit that it was pretty nice to see the faces on people who didn’t realize I actually painted. I even got a few commissions out of it! Who knew? It was fun! Would I do it again? Yes……. Maybe next year! I need a little time to recover. And to count my money!
Now of course this means two things: people like my work and I have bare patches on my wall that desperately need to be filled! My paint brushes will be coming out momentarily.
So I can now say without any arrogance or hubris: I am a painter, I am a writer. Bloody hell that felt good!