September 15, 2014

Living In Nature

I found a little park only 1km from our front door.

Ever noticed how monasteries are usually located in beautiful places? If your intention is to stick close to home it might as well be somewhere nice. For the past few years that is the idea that has guided where we live, and that idea also led us to where we are now.

A short, wheelchair accessible trail runs along this creek flowing through
the forest behind our new home.

I have been living what I like to think as a simple, semi-monastic lifestyle in scenic surroundings. Not that I am a monk - I prefer 'forest philosopher'. But as a caregiver I do work close to home, so I prefer that it be in as beautiful a place as can be, whether in the city or the country.

There are picnic tables, viewing platforms, and fish in the creek.

For me, nature is where it is at. I was more than pleased then, when I was swarmed by small birds at the trail head of our little park. If I had seeds I am sure they would have come right to my hand. So friendly, so pure.

A curious friend greets me in the forest.

And it is not just my bird neighbours coming to whisper in my ear. Another creature hopped its way into my life last night. After dark I looked out the front door and sitting right there looking in the window was a small amphibian.

I am not sure if it was a frog or a toad, but I am pretty sure I knew what it came to say. The frog is recognised as a healer in North and South American Native customs, as well as Celtic traditions.

"Welcome to the neighbourhood. Be well."

September 12, 2014


Linda is home.

There really is no place like home. Especially if you have been away on an adventure. Or if you have been separated from loved ones. Home is "ahhh".

We like home.

Best of all, home is where your loved ones are. It is where all your favourite simple stuff is. It is where you feel most free and comfortable.

Linda is sitting around our hearth again, and things are good.

September 10, 2014

Cut Own Hair... Again

Before - long hair, in the hospital and happy.

It seems like everything except real estate and gas is more expensive here in Nova Scotia. In order to stick to our budget we are going to have to do everything we were doing in British Columbia, and more. That means doing all our own cooking and baking (a bag of flour costs twice as much here) as well as anything else we can do ourselves. Like haircutting.

Yes, that nice 'before' photo is of me in the Digby hospital a few days ago. Linda is in the bed behind me. I was the patient (my back again), and Linda had to come with me because she could not stay at home alone and there was nowhere else for her to go.

As you can see it had been quite a while since my last home haircut.

After about 5 days I was released, but Linda could not come with me until we got some supports in place to make sure I did not hurt my back again. So, unfortunately, my sweety is still in the hospital while I am at home cleaning up and healing.

After being in the hospital I felt like I needed a major overhaul, so after a much-enjoyed long hot shower I got to work on my hair. This time I wanted to do more than just shave my head like last time.

Linda has always wanted to cut my hair short everywhere but the top, so that is what I tried to do. It took a long time, but eventually I got the results I wanted. I used a comb, electric hair clipper, a pair of sharp scissors, and a bit of tape to get the back trimmed evenly. It was fun, and it was free.

I visited Linda in the hospital after I finished and she approved, so I guess I did alright.

Tomorrow things will be more or less ready for her to come home. A few more items, such as an electric lift for doing transfers, will come later, but I can't wait any longer. I want my best friend here where she belongs.

Maybe she wants me to cut her hair, then we can use the money we save to buy a bag of flour so I can start baking again.

After - short hair, at home and happier. I will be happiest when Linda gets here tomorrow.

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