ahhhh!!!! I can't get this song out of my head after our walk today.....




While Neil Young sings "Oh, this old world keeps spinning round",
come for a walk with me....

Comes a time when you're driftin'
Comes a time when you settle down
Comes a light feelin's liftin'
Lift that baby right up off the ground.....





My love - he is watching the sea after we walked the 40 minutes in the shade of the forest.





Think of those moments when you laugh and gasp into the wind to catch your breath... there is no place you would rather be and no one you would rather be with. You are thankful that you are you and that you are in this body world.

Oh, this old world keeps spinning round
It's a wonder tall trees ain't layin' down
There comes a time...




Fall is soft, damp and languishes in its approach to winter on the southwest coast of Canada.

You and I we were captured
We took our souls and we flew away
We were right we were giving
That's how we kept what we gave away...




When we stop and look up....

Oh, this old world keeps spinning round
It's a wonder tall trees ain't layin' down
There comes a time...
 




There comes a time....

Terrill
twitter: https://twitter.com/terrillwelch

A slip-length piece of light drapes itself over shimmering cedar boughs... could this mean the rain has stopped?




As they fall around the stacked stones, summer heat is remembered.





Deer fencing left to finish off the section behind the courtyard. Time waits for no one.




Layers of offerings for winter shelter and then soil.





Bent, twisted and wound around - they hang on so that even in their stillness they are braced against the wind.


May you be living your vision today and everyday:)

Terrill

I have been captivated by this amazing film Romulus, my Father. If you haven't seen this wonderful film (released in May 2007) which captures real-life drama, our character flaws and strengths, as well as the relentless power of human love, you are in for a delight.

I wish you more than two hours of full-emersion into the story of Australian author and philosopher Raimond Gaita’s, childhood.  It will claim a place in your heart forever.

Movie Trailer...

 

 

Enjoy!

Terrill

Snow clouds engage our senses as we walk...


Georgia Straight - sea to sky



I have always wondered what it would be like to be a witness in the same location day after day until thousands and millions of years pass.

witness - to all that passes



The sandstone shoreline is worn anew each winter creating ever-changing beauty.

Sandstone shoreline - begs me to run my hands along its seams but the tide is too high.



On our return, I notice a gathering taking place...

company - seals and seagulls



I am amazed by the beauty of a lone tree in a field where rains have created a stream which runs towards it.

Alone - can you find the buck deer? (you will need to click on the hyperlink and make the photo its largest. I didn't even see it until I was editing the photo)



There is a vulnerability this time of year that seems to make voyeurs of us all.

Undressing - maple tree... almost as if we shouldn't be watching



I have taken the time to create hyperlinks to my flickr account for these photos. Let me know if you find this is useful or not.

warm regards,

Terrill

My work, my oeuvre: in the peripheral shadows, too remote for distress, yet relentlessly haunting me. I remember small children wrapped in warmth and tucked away from the soft sounds of a mop I swished across the floor. I knew that I should sleep. The thought of a pristine surface for their bare feet to scuttle across was too hard to resist. My paid work day was done, yet I continued feverishly while my limbs ached with fatigue. These days too are like that. I wrestle each minute of each hour to give me more than it has to offer. I grab between care-giving and caring and wolf down the seconds with a phone call to a colleague, a note of thank you for a review of my book, and draft a response to a request for an article. With blessings duly given, I write a paragraph. A paragraph that is like slipping on an evening gown without undergarments, standing on bare toes, and swirling the hem once in front of the long mirror. Then hastily letting it drop around my ankles, stepping out, and hanging it with care before starting another load of laundry.

I am not begrudging or complaining or martyring my efforts. Rather, it is a battle of sorts – a war with the second-hand as it sashays around the clock’s surface, indifferent to the multiplicity of my love. I can’t stand the second-hand’s smugness. I nimbly waltz past as it releases one of its never-ending ticks. I turn on it. My piercing stare slices each second in three. Yes three. Then I coax my shadowy work-self out of the remote corners where she marauds beyond the reach of the second-hand. She needs to know that those she loves are cared for – out of danger, thriving. Then she will come on stage and dance until sweat glistens and streams in rivulets, more salt-laden and plentiful than tears. With quick, sure steps she does not wait for the music – every tired muscle, scar and softness of skin giving to you in her presence.

 

warm regards,

Terrill

© 2009 Terrill Welch, All rights reserved.

You are welcome to use and share material from this Blog in whole or in part, as long as you include complete attribution, including live web site link and email link. Please also notify me where the material will appear.

The attribution should read:

"By Terrill Welch. Terrill Welch is a writer, photographer and artist. To learn more, feel free to browse through her http://terrill.gaia.com website."

blog: http://terrill.gaia.com
twitter: https://twitter.com/terrillwelch

email: tawelch@shaw.ca phone: 1-250-539-5877
 
Appreciation is a condition not a symptom.

In my cleaning and clearing today, I came across "My Future Story" written December 7, 2002 as if it was already October 2013. The final paragraph reads:

I know with unflinching trust that the connection between my ego self and my spirtual self is through mindful breathing, standing in community with others, walking regularly under the trees, allowing the sun to warm my back and allowing my paint brushes the freedom of a blank canvas --- my pen the freedom of a blank page. Each moment of each day requires my full presence.

Looks like I'm about four years ahead of schedule - means, if the universe allows,  I've lots of time to practice:)



May you be living your vision with simple abundance - today and everyday.

warm regards,

Terrill

Yesterday was a day of never-ending dawn. West coast winter storms suck up light, leaving only the dreariest grays behind. High winds knocked out our power two evening in a row.

Still there are many things to appreciate even during these bleak days - such as a sheltered clothes line - even if nothing every really dries out there this time of year. The articles come back in fresh!




And my new view from my desk in the loft since setting up my art supplies. If I look carefully, I can see the valley floor where sometimes on a nicer day sheep will be grazing.





It is still raining this morning but the wind has stopped and a bit brighter... almost hopeful.

Always keep a candle lit for your inner sunshine...

Terrill

As many of you will already know Nicole came to visit yesterday. In fact you may have already read her blog posting. What a delightful day! I was at first concerned about the gray drizzle (or dry rain – because you can be out in it all day and never really get wet). I thought it might spoil Nicole’s experience. But, like she explained to me, and I found to be true – when a person is in love all weather is beautiful.

I think you would agree that her warm expression has that shine of a woman experiencing bliss.

 

Of all the Gaians, Nicole may possibly be the one who has met the greatest number of us face-to-face. Her ferocious appetite to know and connect with the people in her life, plus business travel, has given many of us the pleasure of her in-person company. I was thrill that she made it all the way over to visit us on Mayne Island.

If it could be possible, Nicole is even warmer and more grounded in her vibrant energy in person than how I have experienced her on Gaia. Her insatiable thirst for learning and discovery into our human character allows those around her to know their unique gifts through her observation and interest.  

So if you hear that she might be coming your way… I encourage you to extend an invitation and enjoy the blessing of her in-person company. She is an easy appreciative guest who mostly wants to engage in meaningful conversation. And if you have chosen to be part of the Gaia community – I know that will be easy!

And here is one last photo of Nicole next to the Pacific Ocean. I have a hunch she may be back – next time with her beloved possibly :)

 

Thank you again Nicole for making the time to come by and have “a good visit.” May we all strive to give even a small portion of the blessings you bring to your communities.

warm regards

Terrill (and David)

 

Without a doubt I would have been the village healer, living just a little apart at the edge of the community in the woods. I would have been intimately connected to the moon cycles and a skilled wild crafter. I would have been called upon for the birth of babies and to sit with those who were dying. From skin rashes to broken limbs my energy and plant healing would have been requested.

Here is what I would have said about my life and work…

 

I am purity/innocence,

holding a possibility of truth for humanity

in each moment.

 

I am purity/innocence,

reflecting clarity in the present.

 

I am purity/innocence,

living in hills and valleys;

feeling the sun on my back

with the changing light nurturing my soul.

 

I am purity/innocence,

embracing the world and those in it.

 

For as then, it is today my gift to humanity.

Warm regards,

Terrill

I was given this link this morning by my good twitter friend Lissa Rankin and just knew it had to be shared here with all of you...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEdVfyt-mLw

or for high quality...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEdVfyt-mLw&fmt=18






(not able to get video to embed into post but the link should work for you)


Terrill

 

Flying photo on flickr

Once upon a time someone read Jonathan Livingston Seagull to me out loud. Every since then I have had a love affair with these sassy intrusive birds. Ah, but to be able to fly and see the world as they might see it! This is my real attraction.

The 6:34 minutes it takes to watch this video is worth every second…

 

or  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgkk0Hdwmo8&fmt=18

Enjoy Terrill

Mayne Island Lighthouse on flickr

There is no lighthouse keeper anymore but this is the lighthouse that you see when going from Vancouver to Victoria at then entrance to Active Pass.

News flash for southwest coast of Canada: we have sunshine, we have sunshiiiiine! (high squeaky voice at the end)

My camera is off to the repair shop but it was a morning just like this one from a year ago in December...




We knew our chances were good for a brilliant day today when we woke up at about 1:00 am and the stars were like Christmas tree lights hanging in the sky.

Today will be an outside day for us to clean up branches from the storms of the past few weeks - and to enjoy the sun:)

warm gratitude and thanks for your friendship and inspirations.

Terrill

A gift from Caroline Myss



An amazing story about the power of forgiveness and our fear of change.
Shared with me by twitter friend Alan Sharland.

warm regards

Terrill