Gratitude, Joy and Land Sickness

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Last weekend I swam naked in the inky sea at midnight under a billion stars. The sea was filled with the magic that makes phosphorescence… I became a glow stick. A giggling, swirling, giddy glow stick. If I raised my hand out of the water, a thousand stars trickled down my fingers and arm back into the glittery sparkly sea. It was magic. Pure magic.

I spent three days with friends who exist entirely outside of my normal life. They have never been to my home, never met my family, my husband. They’ve never seen me in my space, my comfort zone. They don’t know my work, my reputation, my art, nothing outside what I have told them. They know only the me that exists when I am away from my responsibilities and the weight of expectation.  They like me, and I like them. Interestingly, I have never seen them in their day to day either. They live in another city and we met through mutual friends. Every time we’ve visited it’s been an event outside of the ordinary, and that’s amazing and freeing.

I am not one to swim naked at midnight under any kind of sky, as a rule. I’m also not one to sit for three days on the bow of a sailboat imagining a life quite different from the one I have. I am rarely still…I am rarely aware enough to notice things like the wonder of phosphorescence… like the frequent passage of satellites overhead.

I want to be someone who swims naked. I want to be someone who lays back on the deck of a boat and gazes upward. I want more time to gaze…

As with anything else, if you want change, you’ve gotta step up and make change. It’s in the wind… change.

If you find phosphorescence in your life… anywhere, I recommend jumping in. Naked. And if you feel a bit land sick when you come ashore, well that’s a small price to pay, don’t you agree?

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Found at the side of the road…

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I spend a fair bit of time walking, running, cycling the roads and trails of the Yukon. I have a mental gallery of images of  the sometimes bizarre items I’ve seen abandoned roadside… shoes of course, but clothes, underwear, tools and more. Expand the “roadside” idea further and we’ve found a saw in a tree during a shore lunch, a six pack of beer perched perfectly atop a rock in the middle of a wilderness river and so on.

The find that prompted me to finally do something about creating a place for all this weird random lost stuff was recent. I walked from my office to Starbucks for an afternoon coffee in June and saw, lying sadly in the gravel at my feet, broken dentures. Two pieces of eery pink plastic and chiclet teeth laying there, never again to fulfill their purpose. That’s a find I chose to leave where it lay…

So I’ve created a Facebook page entitled Found at the Side of the Road. It’s intended as a gallery of images and stories of these sometimes inexplicable finds. If you have a photo I invite you to share it. If you don’t know the story I welcome you to make one up…it might be fun.

If you don’t have a photo please, tell us the story anyway. I’ve got a great story about that six-pack of beer on the rock that I’ll tell you someday. I hope you’ll come on over and share.

And maybe someday I’ll fulfill a crazy personal dream I’ve had for a long time; a curated exhibit of single shoes found roadside…. hahahaha! Maybe I can get a Canada Council art grant… maybe lost soles can be reuinited at last!

Come on over and join the Facebook page.