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Picture Perfect Stay In The Woods

Published October 14, 2018 by tindertender

Saturday was my day. I had a reservation to stay the night in a tree house, I won it in this summers company picnic raffle. Check-in wasn’t until four pm so I decided to go for a hike up a mountain. Boy, that really was something!

The views were beautiful, but after a mile climb up this steep, 3.8 mile trail I decided to visit the museum … haha.

The Interpretive Center had a story to tell.

They knew that the influx of population was damaging the plentiful flow of fish (among other life) yet they continued doing what they were doing anyway.

There was much beauty before, and also after, ‘civilization’ arrived.

I decided I would head on up the hill to the tree house. I was relieved to be able to check in 30 minutes early. This place has no TV, telephone or WiFi, so for the most part, I was there 30 feet in the air, in a cabin wrapped around, and anchored from, this beautiful tree.

I walked in to this house built around a tree and found … peace. A view of the mountains across the wide, beautiful water presented itself to me as if to say, “Welcome Home.”

I opened all windows and sat admiring the mountain and river view as the breeze poured inside the room.

Juniper Beatles are in season. There were hundreds of them! They were flitting this way and that. They are so beautiful. When they spread their wings the sun shines through them revealing a vibrant red color. This season is not for those who have the heeby jeebies around flying things. I captured the many that were in the house and released them outside.

The tree house gently swayed in the breeze. There is a sign posted inside near the door which reads, ” Be good to the tree, it is holding you up.”

I brought my music player with me but turned it off … the one sound from the city.

I decided to sit with my back against this huge, 42″ diameter tree. I asked it to recycle my breath, and my energies. I couldn’t help but also ask how it felt about being such a lovely tree surrounded by brothers and sisters who had been defiled, in a way … cut, shaped, sanded, bolted and nailed. I am curious if they are still in relation now that some no longer have roots.

I stepped outside for a view of the big rock faces and the walking path. Amazing how things look when the shadows begin to fall.

I prepared my dinner and sat back to enjoy the view.

Next morning, as the sun rose higher I watched as the trees danced in the wind. I can feel the sway of the tree, as the house moves with its ‘host’.

I peeled myself an orange for breakfast to eat with some cheese and crackers. I drank my water and watched as the forest came awake with the rising sun.

As I drove away, not ready to leave but the city called me home, I stopped and looked at the tree house from below. I saw that this majestic tree had also been defiled. Hooks were buried deep into it and cables attached from them going everywhere. The weight of this building hung from, and rested upon huge metal rods buried deep into the trees flesh.

Inside, there was only one spot that bled sap. The tree outside, in the walkway, bled huge amounts of sap, all the way around it. This tree house probably won’t last 1 or 2 more decades.

This is the first time I actually got to sleep 30 feet up into a tree. Yes, I was in a cabin, some people have done it without shelter!

I hope others will be able to stay at least one night in a tree house during their life. It’s really something to go to bed and then wake up seeing this beautiful tree, giving of itself to steady you and shelter you as you walk around it.

It is amazing how the heart and mind heals when surrounded by the forest, especially when part of the forest sleeps with you.

It Was One Heck Of A Ride!!!

Published August 19, 2018 by tindertender

Jam packed full of events and sights to see, tensions ran high amid all the chaotic adventures.

The tour of the gardens was spectacular, the whale watching had me on the edge of my seat and offered up a face and mouth full of salt water. I had no idea it was that salty, although I don’t think I ever really thought of it before. The city of Victoria BC is beautiful, and clean, with so many shops and a long, long history!

Below are a few of the pics from my trip …

Gardens ~

Whales ~

Sea Lions ~

The Govenor’s House was amazing, the rooms … most of them … were ‘no entry’ but what we were able to see was incredible! Ahhh, Queen Victoria … if the DNA test was accurate, I am to believe she is my distant relative!!

Once back in Seattle the tour of the new glass floors in the Space Needle was interesting.

The Chilulay Glass Museum was phenomenal …

… and the Phantom of the Opera made me cry.

Phantom of the Opera_cropped

This vacation was chuck full of so much, the nerve body was ramped up with energies and the patience wore thin. It will take me a week to absorb all the details. What a whirl-wind! I am grateful my friend and I can still say we are … friends … even when the inner Dragon and Tiger shows up!!

It is time to get back to routine.

As I swam in a sea of a go-go-go schedule, chaotic emotion, and frustration which challenged the work I’ve been doing, I’ve neglected my inner sanctuary … for four days.

There is much to be learned from this experience. My inner fortress needs built up … weak spots have been observed, and a fresh approach to the work remaining is at hand.

SO!! Here we go again.

Utopia

Published March 3, 2018 by tindertender

Bird species never seen or heard before
The first flute carved from the first fauna

Utopia
It’s not elsewhere
Let’s purify

You assigned me to protect our lantern
To be intentional about the light

Utopia
It isn’t elsewhere
It’s here

My instinct has been shouting at me for years
Saying, “Let’s get out of here!”
Huge toxic tumour bulging underneath the ground here
Purify, purify, purify, purify toxicity.

Potential Coming To Light

Published January 31, 2018 by tindertender

Strange how a thought of ‘becoming’ something turns into the knowledge that one has always been that which they seek to be. Potential lies very deep within a person, sometimes not so deep. In order to find it, much work and focus must be applied, as well as an allowing of hidden ability to be released.

There is a propensity to think one must paint this way, or write in this manner, or sew a pattern according to someone else’s design. Getting hung up on the way things should be hinders a showing of the way things are. This is where the allowing comes in.

CreationOne may feel quite childish, or amateur in their efforts … I know I do … but this opening the door of creativity must begin somewhere, and it is in the effort to just put pen to paper, or paint on canvas, or thread to cloth, or whatever your desire is. Sometimes it starts out as a mimicking of another’s project ~ once the motions become comfortable, then personal creativity will flow easier. Without effort, nothing will happen.

It is important not to judge the way this flow begins for you. Of course it would be beneficial to have creativity nurtured as a child, but if you make it to your 50’s, after a lifetime of stuffing creativity due to fear of harsh judgement, you owe it to yourself to be the nurturer of hidden talents. Being in touch with this flow enhances life. Again, without effort, nothing will happen.

Yours is the only opinion that matters when it comes to your ability to bring your senses into matter. Don’t look to others for praise or approval, for if they tell you it is not that good, it may stifle the flow coming from you. Just be with your creation … and call it good.

The One That Heals 

Published December 25, 2017 by tindertender

Child, Mother, Crone.jpg

Mother, sing me a song
To ease my pain,
Repair my broken bones
And bring the whole thing back.

Take my babies
When they are born,
Sing my death song,
Teach me to cry.

Show me the medicine
Of healing herbs,
The courage of the spirit,
And how I can help.

Mother, heal my heart
So I can see
Your gifts
And so they can live through me.

Jamie Sams
The medicine of the earth
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