Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark. ~Rabindranath Tagore
Early in the morning while out and about, I discovered Knights Taxidermy. A local shop which had an Alaskan TV show for a bit (you can Google it.) I noticed the open sign was not on, but there were vehicles outside and the lights were on. I walked up to the windows and was happy to just peek inside. When a nice young man (didn’t get his name) invited me out of the cold and gave me a quick impromptu tour all through the place. It was unexpected and it was great to see all of the skilled individuals working steadily.
I’ve got other news! I’m behind on posts here! Thanks for always checking in and don’t let 6 more weeks of winter forecast get you down! *hands over a hot chocolate* 😀
All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name. – Andre Breton
Life has been well, busy lately. Training is in full effect at work (if you can call it that.) My schedule is currently all over the place. My biggest challenge is learning how to communicate with different personalities and overcoming language barriers, the rest will work itself out.
I’ve been meaning to write a post here for the last 4 days, but other things have taken priority – like naps after work. Since I’m up at 2 am to get ready for my shift and up till often 10 pm, trying to get quality time in with my sweet. Uploading and organizing thousands of more photographs from my cellphone, our camera and his cellphone has also been a primary task. How can I write posts with out a new photo? Oh, I guess I could but half my fun is sharing pictures from my daily life.
Thank you to y’all for coming by! I see your visits in my stats page and I appreciate you! Everything is going to smooth out real soon, just you wait and see 😀
I confess, I do not believe in time. ~ Vladimir Nabokov
It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad. – C. S. Lewis
You are the sky. Everything else—it’s just the weather. ~Pema Chödrön
I’ve got a terrible head cold. Early this morning my dear, who had just finished his over night shift woke me with medicine. He went to the store apparently after work and bought me a few things. He gently woke me with a hug, handed me two night cold medicine pills and a glass of water. Followed with a vitamin C cough drop. I fell asleep with the cough drop in my mouth, but had no issues surprisingly. He had no idea how quickly I would return to sleep.
It’s been a long couple of weeks, but good weeks. Sure, they’ve had their ups and downs and I’m pretty sure the crazy hours and stress of change is what weakened my immune system. Earlier in the season, I got my first flu shot and have been fine until now. Yesterday, I called out from the job I gave my two weeks notice to and to the job I was to train at today. No sense in making myself worse throughout the week and perhaps spreading it around further (I know I got it from my co-workers, who work both places of my employment.)
The day I took this photograph, was the week I was working 7 days in a row full of long shifts and such. The day before was an exceptionally beautiful day and was the coldest (to me) than it had been all winter. I decided to ask my sweet to borrow his camera and try to take photos with something other than my cellphone (which is on its deathbed.) The idea, was to focus on something outside myself, where inside my head were only thoughts of dread about the technical number of days I was working. I keep saying to myself, that there must be some kind of mental block holding me back from being able to work every day (if I chose.) IDK tho, maybe I am just some kind of freak who really does need two days off of rest? There are so many people in this state who work two jobs, extended hours in hostile conditions and sometimes even go to school – I really don’t see how it happens.
Inside me there is a desire to be able to control my body, to push it’s limits and achieve whatever I wish! But, the body that I inhabit absolutely adores it routines. Sadly, I’m afraid my body is winning this war over spirit because I am down for the count, on the sofa with puffy snotty red nose wrapped in a blanket.
Life is beautiful if you flow with its natural beauty. Resistance makes it ugly.
Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies. ~Erich Fromm