Most people are concerned about hurricanes. A hurricane watch or warning is typically cause for alarm, justifiably. They can, and often do, cause incredible devastation. It is a idea good to develop the habits of being prepared and having emergency supplies and plans in place. All coastal dwellers also learn to follow the weather reports and storm tracks closely. Very closely. And to be ready to act appropriately for whatever turns up. Continue reading
George does not take direction well, but he does try.
A multi-media experience of a day at our favorite beach in Nova Scotia with my dog, George. Featuring his first (and likely only) live film audition. Continue reading
Today’s vocabulary words:
Awakening – coming into existence or awareness.
Requiescence – a state of rest or repose; peace, quiet.
Astaak is the native name for the point on which I built my home. It means “the sun comes out.” It overlooks Abbecombec, which is the native word for a wide curving bay and also the name of the village below my home along whose beaches I stroll almost daily. Continue reading
I’ve never studied yoga or meditation, but I believe I read somewhere that in order to achieve inner peace one must create the right atmosphere. I think perhaps I’ve managed to do that by finding my special Aerie on Astaak and spending a lot of time walking along the beaches and marshes below. Continue reading
Some of you may be wondering what exactly it is I do.
I think this video will answer that question better than I can with mere words.
This is what I do. I walk around and look at things. With George. Continue reading
Was it all just a dream? Continue reading
I need to start posting to this blog again. I can’t believe I haven’t posted since last spring, until yesterday’s update. I wrote that as I started to deal with my current depression…which I’m glad to say seems to be lifting and I’m getting motivated to get some stuff done around here.
Then again, I might get manic and take on way too much… Continue reading
Old man who can’t surf anymore has bleak, almost hopeless message about depression.
(the keyword is ‘almost’)
I’ve been battling severe depression all my life.
I don’t know how I’ve made it this far. I’m going to be 65 in a few weeks.
I’m currently so depressed I haven’t gotten out of the house in weeks or done any of the things I normally love to do this time of year. Continue reading
Time for walkies!