Roots of my soul

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Five minute Friday: TREE

The freedom of innocence is captivating.
Hidden up in those giant treetops as a child was where picnics, naps and secret talks took place. Way up high in the crevices you could spy and watch where no one suspected. Mister giant smelt dirty as well as sweet.

Huge giants peacefully blowing in the wind. Hours would pass.

I must have shown every child in that complex how to climb this one tree. He was the one in the middle, slightly to the left. The tree right beside him had branches like vines that we would swing on into the ravine behind. A family only to be called ‘Willow’.
Those were the days I would walk barefoot more often than with shoes. The grass was a soft prickly carpet. Oh the treasures I could stumble upon.
The giants had grown so old that their roots busted above the dirt. I would tightrope walk, letting the roots take me along their paths. Exploring the thick forest in my backyard; getting lost and somehow finding the path that took you back to civilization.
These are some of my fondest times in memory. A tattoo in my soul.
Some day to be a tattoo of ink embedded at the surface; to represent family roots and a time when I was free with the exploration of nature.

….and Stop.

For five minutes you set the clock and write, unscripted without worry of grammar mistakes or if anyone will even read it.
Just because we love to write.

www.lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/

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NaBloPoMo; ‘jobs of the week’

For the past few months I have been searching for a plan. A plan for the next phase of my life. The difficulty, and life long struggle, is that I look at too many options to whom I become overwhelmed with deciding.
From creating this blog to building an online photography business, architecture, design, mommy services and just getting back out into the workforce in general. So, tangled up in all of these cluttered notes of information..I have finally concretely decided to go back to school for interior design. A course that has many aspects of what I truly enjoy. These being drafting, art, history, photography, design, out-of-the-box thinking, working with people and the home.

Although I have made this enormous step, I have to sit idle with my excitement until September 2014 to start.

And in the meantime…
I take a big breathe and a sigh.

I feel lack-lustre; looking through the jobs of the week in disinterest. The same retail slumber from page to page with wages that aren’t worth me putting my daughter in preschool. The jobs that will take away time and energy from more enjoyable and meaningful opportunities.

What I gravitate toward doing in the meantime is a freelance photography business. A business portfolio online geared towards selling stock photos, maybe also a collection or story. It’s a curiosity. A possible work from home income. A basket that I’ve been toying with for many years. A passion right from the depths of my belly.

In all my research I know all about registering the business, some costs, business plans, companies to sell to. There is much more. There are admission packages, organizing my photos, finding a quality studio to print with, accounting, marketing, networking, the waiting….

Do I put money into this? Am I even any good? Can I acquire the right resources quickly so I have the creative time to build the business before going to school? Am I getting ahead of myself? In over my head? {I could possibly link it with my interior design in the future}
I am all knotted up inside But I sense that it could be the right time. I think the ‘time is the best counsellor’ idea that I wrote about will not apply well here.

Well, now that you have seen inside my head..
Any thoughts? Advice?

That’s a load off the chest! Thanks for listening/reading.

“Time is the best counsellor”

I heard or read this sentence somewhere some time ago. I wish I could credit the person who created it.

So, Time…as a counsellor.
At this time in my life this hits home as pretty top notch advice; an ‘Ah ha’ moment. Simple right!

I regularly feel that I’m running out of time. That I’m misusing my time because the outcome isn’t in my preconceived plans of when and how a goal should be reached. The balance of my time is lacking. I often think that I don’t have the time to go above and beyond what I’m used to.

Time is a constant in all life; ticking loudly or silently in the background. I worry about too much time and not enough. It’s a pretty powerful thing, actually.
Now to the notion of time moonlighting as a counsellor….

Well, I am optimistic that adopting this theory will be quite fulfilling.
My daughter is 3 soon and is her own little person, moods and preferences in. The time that I take slowing down to do whatever she wants is measurable to a lot of gold.
I come out of the moments feeling enlightened… Complete… Refreshed…smarter…A better mother…and more capable to handle the tough times. Plus, my Sofia makes a damn good honeybear tea.

Time has probably been the best counsellor in many situations and I haven’t even noticed.

Letting friendships take their course in healing and meet up with someone years later; healing time.
Make a hard decision and ride it out even when you fully doubt the decision; ride time.
I’m even going to try to ‘repurpose’ my time by letting go of control; passive time.

I’m not prepared to throw all caution to the wind/time, but this could be an interesting experiment and learning experience.
I am whole-heartedly in with time on my side instead of against me.
Now I need to remember to trust that time will do its thing; plus re-train my brains habits.

NaBloPoMo; I am doing this!?

National Blog Post a Month
Sounds like a challenge. I’m actually quite apprehensive, anxious, curious and hyped all in one ball of yarn.
Apprehensive about taking on another task right now.
Anxious in thoughts of disappointing readers with my subject matter.
Curious of what will come from my mind for such an ambitious month of writing and creating.
And Hyped to get back to this community, and writing from which I have been out of touch with for many months.

So, while my daughter tells her bath time friends to wait, go up then jump all in her second tongue of Spanish; I want to stay on this train ride through the Austrian mountains of beautiful inspiration.
Day by day I look forward to sharing my filter.
Until later…

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Monday Motivation; Be Yourself

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Some 12 years ago I was soaking up the culture and gorgeous architecture of Paris. Up in the clouds of Montmartre I came across these stylin’ characters. I look at the courage and creativity these people have. Are these not the type of people who inspire? Are these not the type of people who walk to the beat of their own drum and usually want everyone to join in?

Being your own person, comfortable in your own skin is so important!

When I was young I never stood out as confident or comfortable with myself. There is always a bully or child that enjoys making fun; every generation has them. ‘Children can be cruel.’ Children can be as honest and as blunt as they come.
It is, however, how you deal and move on in these experiences that have the power to shape what you become. However, sometimes we just need to learn the first steps of loving ourselves and dealing with diversity.
I really love the initiative that Dove has regarding empowering girls. The high percentage of young girls that quit doing things they love because of body image or confidence is such a shame.

I used to work in a Grade 2 classroom helping with reading, activities and building safe relationships through play. I truly felt like I made an impact on certain children’s ability to cope and their level of confidence by the end of the school year.

As I get older, more than ever, I see how crucial good role models, close trusted relationships and open conversation is for children. It’s a source of strength and reassurance that we all need during points throughout life. I am finding lately that friendships I have are helping me along to look at my surroundings, and my mothering, in different ways. Friends offer advice just when it is needed the most.

This blogging community is actually a beautiful way to break away from yourself without the pressures of face to face criticism. This community is supportive and encouraging. There are all walks of life just being themselves and sharing what they love.

There has been times when I have looked back on events that I chose not to participate in because of personal reservations. I know now that I should have gone. If I had felt uncomfortable I could have just left. People regularly miss out on learning new skills, gaining long-lasting relationships or just pure fun.

Today and from now on I urge adults to share positive pieces of reinforcement, compliments, encouragement and advice as well as their time in activities with children; alongside their parents.
Today and from now on I urge you to let yourself be you. Go try things and leave your inner critic at home.

“We are our own worst enemies.”

If you are always worried about what people will think or say, then you never will be free to show them what makes you tick. You might miss out on great jobs and learning things about yourself. With all the billions of individuals in the world there is bound to be handfuls of others that really get you and see the beauty in what you say, offer and the image of what is You.

Don’t limit yourself!

https://bubblemomentpages.wordpress.com/2013/04/08/viewing-nook/

https://bubblemomentpages.wordpress.com/2013/05/31/five-minute-friday-imagine/

http://talinorfali.wordpress.com/2013/05/19/what-makes-you-a-stronger-person-how-do-you-handle-life/

http://www.joeseeber.com/a-free-school-under-a-bridge-in-india/

Image Editing

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Write about NOW abstract photo skills.
This was a weekly writing challenge ages ago. I hope it’s not shone against to use these ideas long after they finish.

I took this photo looking along the side of my house and our deck. Cropped, flipped and its abstract!?

Abstract photography is like a recipe; a little bit of this, add that extra bit for taste, switch this out for that and leave it in the oven for an extra 5 minutes: Presto….Oh, that didn’t turn out how I thought it would but WOW that’s good!! I always viewed abstract as an image that would be best constructed in a darkroom. That’s where this ‘recipe’ comparison ties in. 

My first attempt here is a simple one, but I now am encouraged to find abstract in other photos. An abstract that has a life all its own. An original of the original. I obviously have no idea what I’m talking about.

Great concept! What a great way to encourage a new outlook. Technology has dumbfounded me again with its ability to ‘train’ the minds eye.
Never really thought I would be any good at abstract photography, or have a natural outlet to start practicing. Thank you again WordPress.
I now am finding myself thinking and looking in abstract from time to time.
Interesting…

Five Minute Friday: Imagine

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Beyond the Horizon…
Over that rainbow….
The ‘what if’ of the world. That part of everyone’s mind that operates how a child thinks or plays.
Starting the day imagining…
That smell, oh my. Ah. It’s my bed.. The mattress is a warm, freshly baked loaf of bread. My bedposts are chocolate banana bread. I love that as soon as I sit up the windows of my cottage in the trees open up to singing birds, spring fresh breeze, ocean waves, a light rain shower followed by sunshine.
Ha. I imagine no war, no poverty, no abuse or racism. The world is healthy and strong.
“Imagine all the lonely people” £; Great song!!
I wonder who imagines more often. Is there some type of census or study? Does culture have much to do with it? More so left brain or right brain thinkers? And what amounts to change or a positive impact on a fraction of the world?

Imagine; no barriers of the mind, built within a mind.. Does that even make sense?

Free like a child. Innocence to imagine anything is possible, and right in front of you.
Let’s preserve the ability and joy of imagining, anything.

Those are my Five Minutes on the prompt “Imagine”.
Every Friday The Gypsy Mama posts a word prompt. For five minutes you set the clock and write, unscripted without worry of grammar mistakes or if anyone will even read it. Just because we love to write.

www.lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/

Take a look at the link and try it out. It’s freeing and quite eye opening what comes out of a single word.

 https://bubblemomentpages.wordpress.com/2013/04/01/the-cuban-time-capsule/