Welcome Welcome everyone, yes I know me again. It seems since I am half laid up I have a little more time sitting and writing. Hoping this finds you well, on a personal note we are still missing Quigley. Still expecting her to be laying at the top of the stairs ready to go for her walk. It will take time as she has left a huge hole here. The back is getting better I am thinking, the muscle relaxants seemed to have done their job, compound that with the exercises I have been given I can at lest move around some. I have some tests to determine the issues of bone density and mineral scans as well. At least then I may have some concrete news. Still Providing Some would look at a picture like this one I took a few years back on Galiano Island. It is a part of many Islands which make up the Gulf Islands. It is a smaller Island to some standards but it is packed with surprises. Its total area is roughly 27 miles long and 7 miles wide and boasts at having many unique trees and wildlife. On this particular day my eye caught this image as I sat jotting down what it spoke to me. First and foremost was that life can come through death. Here the old and decaying tree is feeding the young, it speaks of making that final sacrifice to enable its species to live on. Nature runs in such close proximity to the lives we lead. This tree had once been a sapling living off the decay of another. Look at life in general, we learned from being taught by older more mature people such as our parents. They sacrificed to see us grow and hopefully succeed. In death they teach us humility and remind us of our own mortality. Over my time here on earth I have lost many people whom I was close with. Each one of them planted a small seed of hope or wisdom into me. It is my desire to honour what they taught. I was blessed with living relatively close to my parents the last few years they were alive. For his last 10 years of his life dad and I grew very close to each other. A few months before he passed away I knelt before him and he gave me his blessing. It is a tradition in the French Catholic culture the father bless his children each year. It is meant as a guide and direction we are to live our lives. The last blessing I got from my dad as he spoke over me were very powerful and meaningful words. "Son I want you know that I will be standing beside God waiting for you when He calls your name." For me those are the words I stand on and nurture on each day. You see my dad never lied to me in his life and I know he would not speak of that promise unless he knew in his heart the words to be true. Life Continues Mom as well left a legacy with her skills as an artist. I have several of her paintings which grace the walls of my home. It appears as though the family seemed to think I am the painter in the waiting. I have every imaginable form of oil paints, pastels, charcoal and water colours. Mom's was definitely was oil paints. Brushes of all shapes and sizes await the skilled hand... lol... mine are still very shaky. Mom left me with a creative side, artistic side. I have been told in her earlier days she would write by the hour and that she wrote poetry. I have still never found any of her writings but I am certain they are out there. I smile at mom the last few years of her life ;living in the dimness of dementia. To begin with it was subtle and she would get frustrated attempting to speak what was in her mind. One of the last times I sat with mom she had a piece of paper and she drew picture of a man standing by a tree with his hand held out. At the time I never thought much about it but now I am certain that image was either God or my dad. Nature Speaks While She Heals Have you ever been plagued with a burden in life that you never seem to get away from. If not well I can tell you first hand you are one very lucky person. I certainly have found mine over the years. No matter where I have turned in my efforts to get away from them it always comes back to nature and what she has to offer. Standing in some of the most remote locations she will speak wisdom, she will reward you or get your attention very quickly. One moment she can be soft and gentle the next having you seeking cover. Take the time when you can to step into another world and seek what you are searching for. It starts with you taking time to slow enough. Once you are there she will speak her mind in the form of her beauty. From a raging storm to the final glow of a perfect sunset she will be there. She holds in her hands both worlds one comes as death and the other of new life. From our own decay there is a promise of something new and profound if we are willing to look past that which holds you back. Just reach a hand out and she will take you where ever she will... Know that you are dearly loved my friends... Hugs from Alberta Canada © Rolly A. Chabot
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Dear Rolly, parents are the most powerful humans, creating the biggest patterns of thoughts in our mind and filling (or fail to fill) two of the largest spaces in our heart. The older we get, the more we remember what they have said and done. I agree with your take on Nature. She is not called Mother Nature for nothing.
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6/14/2017 11:05:47 am
Hi Martie
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Bill Kovacic
6/15/2017 10:29:03 am
Lots to think about here, Rolly. I used to think I'd like to live with another family growing up. But if i did, i wouldn't be me - completely different genetics. My parents made me who I am - good, bad, or indifferent. Thanks for the many thoughts, my friend.
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6/15/2017 02:29:57 pm
Hi Bill...
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Dear Rolly,
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6/17/2017 05:33:55 pm
Hi Maria...
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crazyhorseladycx
6/26/2017 01:04:07 pm
howdy, mr. rolly!
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6/26/2017 01:56:22 pm
Hi Deb...
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