It felt like I did...the move precipitated a complete upside down turn around in my life.
One of the reasons may be the amount of solitary, quiet moments I was accustomed to in the Cariboo has been curtailed, here on this busy corner. I love the busyness; I have not yet tired of the constant slice of vibrant life which occurs on this three-way corner of road. It completely obscures quiet meditative walks and thoughts with honking horns and screeching tires. But, oh! how very entertaining it is!
I have seen Dogs completely outfitted in motorcycle gear, riding on the back of the motorbike with all the ease in the World. I have watched a Rolls Royce go by with a very straight-laced Dog in the passenger seat. A black standard Poodle, that Dog could give lessons on good posture.
There is a Woman who wanders down the street singing at the top of her lungs an operatic piece, with the most perfect pitch. When Lucky and I go for walks, quite often we will hear piano music floating through the Tree tops...it seems many people practice their piano lessons during our walking times.
It is completely magical. And so different from my last home.
|Beacon Hill Park in Victoria|
I have had to come to grips with renting...I find I have a completely different mindset towards our home. I no longer have the ability to do what I want with regards to the home and garden...it's taken me aback.
At first, I thought that would be a good thing...I was tired from the move and the renovations we had done on our previous home. But as time goes on, I find I like having projects and moving plants and building garden beds.
And so, we have decided to buy a home on the Saanich Peninsula. The reasons why are varied and we may move again, in retirement, but right now, our life is here. It makes sense to put money into a home, rather than waving
|Magical afternoon in the Park...|
I wrote many posts during my time away, chronicling some of the stranger events here which occurred, but when it came time to actually publishing them, events happened, over and over, in this strange place we call our World which effectively made my words seem insignificant.
I find it has become much more difficult for me to focus on my own little World, when so much is happening in the outer. And most of that is very unsettling...waking up is hard to do. I use discernment, but most of the garbage which is coming to the forefront, even in MSM, is disgusting.
|Charming, flowery hillock in Beacon Hill Park|
And what is even more disconcerting, to me, is the length of time humanity has allowed itself to be duped. I am having trouble accepting this ability of keeping eyes closed, thereby retaining the status quo, no matter how bad it may be. I am as guilty as anyone...
I'm trying to change that. I want to be a part of change for the betterment of all, as limited as my participation may be.
For the second time in my life, I've become involved in the problems of the day. The first time was way back in the movement of the sixties.
|Our resident Lady Hummingbird|
Wonderful time is spent exploring the Saanich Peninsula. I am eternally grateful we ended up here; it is possible to source all foods required for daily sustenance right here, within a few miles. From Seafood and Meat to Vegetables and Fruit, right down to the Wine...every possible food is available. It is a food-lover's dream!
There are stories to tell about the Wind Storm that took out part of the courtyard fence. Another wild Wind drove a branch through the window of my car, making it look very much like it had been stabbed through the Heart...
|tiny hummingbird eggs staying warm|
Then, too, there are the Animal stories. There is one about a patriarch Eagle trying to teach his youngster how to fly...and how not to be frightened to the point of complete immobility at the sight of Crows.
We have a Hummingbird nest in the Butterfly bush, right at eye level. There are two tiny Eggs within...I will follow this story as it develops. Lady Hummingbird has lined the nest with Lucky's hair...those two little Eggs look very cozy!
Stories upon stories...all very pleasurable and truly joyful. They keep me going, my Animal friends. And the Tree collective...their voices are growing ever louder, and I feel very strongly their stories are clamouring to be told.
|Spring has arrived in my own little park...|
So. As life develops for me, here in Victoria on the Saanich Peninsula, I realize there was much more going on in the real World when compared to the quiet life I led further North. So many shocks and upheavals made me seek answers. I haven't found many, but I believe I have found a measure of balance to see me through these trying, difficult times.
It is a tentative balance, to be sure. Any news story giving
|Iris blooms wildly on the street corner.|
And they have never given in to fear.
We have great landlords. They understand my need to dig, to feel the black, crumbly Soil dribble between my fingers. Real dirt, not just potting Soil. And so, they have suggested I pick out the new Shrubs which will be planted in the front of our home. And I even get to plant them!! I am so grateful for kind and understanding gardeners who are also landlords...
|Rhodies in full bloom everywhere in the garden|
And one thing I know for sure...I may be distracted for awhile, I may go off on tangents and not be seen on the blogs for months on
For me, I really would have to fall off the face of the Earth to stop writing...