Monday, 23 April 2012

5 minutes

Sometimes I need to slow myself down...Ever notice how fast paced life is today?

 I spent a lunch hour with my son last week.... his life is always on fast forward and when I asked him if he was able to breathe while he shovelled down his food ...he realised maybe he really needed to taste his food before it hit the organs.......I have begged him lately to slow down a little and take some time to enjoy his life....we will see how that goes...
I was in line in a gas station the other day. There was a little elderly man at the front of the line...I am guessing he was about 85...my dads age. He was paying for his gas and buying a lottery ticket with his debit card. There were several of us in line and I was right behind the fellow.  I couldn't help but consider the changes this man, who was slowly inserting his debit card carefully and diligently into the machine....had encountered throughout his life...especially the pace of life and what it would mean for him and for others in his situation. He took his time and I glanced back at the line....seven or more people...Some seemed irratated, others bored with being in line. One guy about my age's eyes met mine as I studied the faces behind me.. He smiled a seemingly  understanding smile at me as he glanced toward the elderly man still slowly entering his PIN.  After about 5 minutes he set the machine down and slpwly pulled his card out returned it to his wallet and thanked the young ,releived ,cashier. It took him .about ..5 whole minutes and it had effected everybody in line. We all had to slow down ..it was obvious that some were angry , others were just uncomfortable with a few minutes to actually just be......and then those of us that  were able to take in the fact that this person that was putting all of our brakes on ......really didn't mind if we were waiting...... He was doing what the needed to do in his own time...



I walked out of that gas station and made a conscious decision that I was going to do my best to apply my brakes a little more often..
Have I succeeded ? Not regularly by any means and when I do make the effort to slow down there are usually lengthy  skid marks indicating just how fast I need to be going before I slam my brakes on.....

That elderly fellow taught me that day while the rest of the world is speeding around it really isn't necessary for me to do the same. Life goes on realtively the same if we slow down and take the time to live.  For him it seemed to be natural  just the way it was to be ...he wasn't  frustrated he wasn't struggling he was just taking his time...and all of those people in line...they had to slow down as well .......for 5 minutes ..

Monday, 5 March 2012

Blues stay away from me....Blues why won't you let me be...? Don't know why ...you keep a haunting me.

This is the toughest time of year for me.....and for many others that battle with depression.
A good friend of mine that lived with his mind telling him to kill himself at this time of year for over 25 years agreed with me once that starting in March the darkness can just suddenly slip in..
We both had found it odd as it is the beginning of spring the start of the warmest, brightest,and BESTEST time of the year.
He a teacher and I always willing to learn about the mind and its "seasons" researched together just why this happened to so many of us.. what we discovered ......Lack of Seritonin after a long dark winter..

Here is the article that changed my life Credit to Dr. Joe Carver

Before you go into the article if you or someone you love suffers from anxiety or depression...be there for you or them to listen to hug to hold and to laugh or cry ...not to condemn to belittle or make fun of



......this too shall pass.....


Brain Chemistry and Depression:

The human brain operates, much like your automobile, on fluids called neurotransmitters. Just as your automobile has brake fluid, antifreeze, transmission fluid, and oil - your brain runs on these neurotransmitters. Some give us energy, like those related to adrenalin, some control body movements ("dopamine" as an example), and some control mood.

The brain neurotransmitter often associated with depression is called serotonin. Serotonin is the brain's "oil", a rather slow-acting neurotransmitter that is associated with sleep, appetite, energy, alertness, and mood - just to name a few. Using the automobile as an example, if we drive our car to California at a speed of 120 mile per hour, running the engine hot for a long time, it would obviously use more oil. As long as we provided gas, however, it would continue to run. Now suppose in our trip that for every two quarts of oil we burn, we only replace one quart. By the time we reached California we'd be several quarts low and our engine would be obviously overworked and overheated.

During long-term high stress, the brain burns its' oil, serotonin, at a higher rate. The bottomline in depression and stress: The brain burns up more serotonin than it can replace! In the end result, after many months of severe stress, the brain is using serotonin faster than it can create/replace it. Your neurochemical level of serotonin drops and you become depressed.

You'll know your Serotonin level is low (and depression is here) by the following symptoms:
 

1. Most depressed folks experience early morning awakening, usually around 4:00 am (farmers are exempted). Serotonin, you see, controls our sleep cycle.

2. Concentration and attention will drop. Depressed children/students will experience a drop in grades. You'll start putting odd things in the refrigerator (a bowling ball is the office record!), forget why you went to the grocery, and become very forgetful and scatterbrained at work/home.

3. You'll lose physical energy. You can sleep for ten hours and you'll still be bone tired. You will cry at the drop of a hat - driving down the highway, doing dishes, sitting at work, etc.

4. Sexual interest, appetite, and general interest will rapidly drop. You will stop answering the phone, stop visiting friends/relatives, and pull the blinds.

5. Most dangerous - your mind speed will increase. Your mind will race at what seems like 200 miles per hour. Depressed people often tell their doctor "I can't get my mind to stop!" The minute you wake up in the morning - it will start up. Your brain will then turn against you. It will reach in your memory and pull out every bad memory it can find - abuse as a child, failed relationships, etc. - anything to make you feel bad and especially guilty. You will be tortured by your own thoughts.

6. As your mind speed picks up, the "garbage truck" will arrive. While the brain is already torturing you with the past, it will create/invent new ideas/thoughts to torture you. In every case of depression, if the depression stays long enough, you will receive the same "garbage" thoughts from your mind. You will be told:

- you are a burden to your family/friends

- you have failed/disappointed your family

- no one really cares about you

- your children would be better raised by someone else

- your family would be better off without you

- your spouse would be better off without you

- you are going crazy and there's no hope

- it would be better if you weren't around

- you would be better off dead

- you should probably kill yourself

If you're depressed - then you already know about the garbage truck. It's almost impossible to explain this part, and the excessive mind speed, to someone who has never been seriously depressed. If your depression goes untreated, this constant "garbage" will totally destroy your self-confidence. Try as you may, you will be unable to control this part of depression.

7. As part of the "garbage truck", your mind will try to make you as uncomfortable as possible. You may be flooded with thoughts of violence (against yourself and others), you'll think you are condemned by God, or you'll think you deserve this condition for some reason. Your garbage will also tell you that if you seek professional help (physician, psychologist, psychiatrist, etc.) that you'll be committed to an institution forever.

8. When depressed, your brain begins running a mental "video tape" of your worst hits/experiences. If married, a mental tape of the marriage is played daily, only focusing on the worst experiences. If you are young, you will suddenly become preoccupied with your upbringing, who got the best gym shoes, the favorite child, the car you never received. Frequent if not constant thoughts and preoccupations about past problems and issues is a common sign of depression.

In short, depression is a neurochemical reaction to severe and prolonged stress, either suddenly surfacing or gradually creeping up on you over a period of many months. The treatment for this dark cloud is much easier than you think.

Current Treatment for Depression:

Treatment for depression frequently involves two programs, one using antidepressant medication and the other repairing the damage done by months of "garbage". In all current research, the best way to recover from a severe depression is using both methods.

Medication Treatment: Remember the automobile example, being several quarts low after running too hot for too long. Depression is treated medically in a similar manner - we add a few quarts of oil until the fluid level (Serotonin) is normal. In depression, we use antidepressant medication to "add" the brain's oil, in most cases, Serotonin. An antidepressant medication slowly increases the Serotonin in the brain. Prozac, Zoloft, and the newest "Paxil" are antidepressants especially made for this purpose. They form a new class of antidepressant medications, SSRI's, or (ready for this?) Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors (SSRI).

As in the automobile, as your "oil" level goes up, your symptoms go down. Most antidepressant medications require at least four to six weeks to increase the serotonin level significantly although you'll notice improvements after the first week. Antidepressant medications, the SSRI's for example, often stop crying spells in five to seven days and stop the "garbage truck" in five to ten days.

Psychological Treatment: Psychologists and other therapists work with you to repair the damage done by the "garbage", helping you sort out reality from what your brain has fed you over the past many months. Many people feel going to a psychologist or therapist involves laying on a couch and talking about your toilet training during childhood - Nonsense! Modern psychologists are experts in not only brain chemistry, but how to repair "thinking" damage and rebuild/reconstruct your confidence. The combination of medication and therapy is extremely effective.

Usually, successful treatment for severe depression involves both medication and therapy/counseling. With both, you can expect normal sleep to return first, followed by a slowing of mind speed and the garbage truck leaving.


Some General Thoughts:

1. Depression is the most common mental health problem treated by modern psychologists and psychiatrists. In most cases, hospitalization is not required unless you have waited until you have active suicidal thoughts.

2. If you are depressed, expect your brain to be filled with mental garbage - get ready for it! During this time, do not take action on those garbage thoughts and make no major changes in your life. It's best to wait until the garbage truck leaves before making decisions that will or may change our life.

3. Depression has been researched by physicians, psychologists, psychiatrists, scientists, and others. Listen to the advice of your professionals who study depression - not your neighbors or your aunt Gladys. If placed on medication, you may be told "Don't take that Dope!". Remember, the people giving you advice don't have a 200 mile-per-hour garbage truck following them! Stick with professional opinion. Depression is a chemical problem, not caused by demons, devils, poor eating habits, a new moon, or other old-wives tales.

4. You may have other symptoms with your depression, such as severe anxiety or agitation (pacing, no sleep at all, "hyper", etc.). That only means another neurochemical has kicked in. In these cases, a psychiatrist can best select the medication for the combination of anxiety and depression.

5. When you are depressed, those who love you will become a pain-in-the-butt. They will "bug" you constantly, trying to cheer you up, giving you advice ("snap out of it" is most common), and trying to be by your side. Children will become shadows when their mother is depressed, almost protecting Mom. Be prepared for this.

6. During depression, remember that your brain goes on a bad-memory hunt, looking for old memories to torture you. Be prepared to relive or re-feel old hurts, old doubts, old guilt, and old sorrows. Be curious about what memory files the brain selects rather than focus on those memories. You can expect your brain to constantly replay the video tape (your "worst hits" tape) of your life. You'll feel guilty for things you did as a child, mistakes you made ten years ago, etc. You'll live in the past as long as the depression remains. It may interest you to know that as the serotonin level increases, the "past" returns to the past as a memory - not a torture.

7. As your brain tortures you, it may "lock on" horrible thoughts. You may feel you have a terminal disease. You may become preoccupied with guns, evil thoughts, etc. Often, individuals feel they are somehow contaminated by a killer disease, fearing they will pass it to their family. One husband brought his wife in for treatment when she began fixing breakfast in a surgical mask and rubber gloves! One man sought treatment at the office after nailing his closet door shut with 148 nails - his brain became preoccupied with the shotgun in that closet, telling him to kill his family and then himself.

In other depressed situations, people become obsessed with other issues, almost always "the road not taken". Often viewed as mid-life crisis, a straight-laced businessman now wants a Harley and a tattoo while another individual begins suddenly thinking about a past sweetheart. In almost all of these situations, the individual acts totally out of character.

8. All depressed folks look for escapes. Common methods of trying to escape depression are excessive alcohol use, drugs, sexual relationships, changing jobs, etc. A lot of good marriages are lost during these times as the spouse of the depressed partner hears "I've got to have space" or "I've got to get away and find myself!" You'll find these escapes don't work. These methods only complicate your depression and your recovery. Best bet - don't make changes, just get to a professional.

9. Most people classify all medications that act on emotions as "nerve pills". This is far from the truth. Psychiatrists actually have medications for anxiety/nervousness (Valium, Ativan, Xanax, etc.) and those for depression (Elavil, Prozac, Zoloft, Sinequan, etc.). Different brain chemicals are involved in each condition and many people make the serious mistake of taking an antianxiety medication for their "nerves", thinking they are treating their depression - Wrong! While you will be calmer, you will stay depressed. It's like drinking six beers for a broken arm - you might feel the pain less but your arm is still broken. A psychiatrist is most qualified to select the proper medication for your condition.

10. If you are placed on medication, don't expect an immediate recovery. With antidepressants, it's similar to refilling the oil in the car, only at 1/8th of a quart a day. As you continue to take the medication, your mood will slowly improve as the serotonin level increases in the brain. When depressed, every day is bad and full of mental garbage. As medication continues, you'll have a bad, then good day. As serotonin gets higher, you'll have a bad morning, then three good days. In short, it's bad-and-good at first, then finally good days with routine hassles. No one is happy all the time. People that are happy all the time are institutionalized - it's not normal. "Normal" is a good mood with normal reactions to the stress of everyday life.

11. In selecting a therapist/counselor, each one is different. All have different personalities, styles, and attitudes. Select one that has your style and most important - somebody that makes sense. If you meet one that says "I don't believe in medications" - get out of there! That therapist is about thirty years behind modern treatment. Often, your family physician is in a position to recommend the best therapist in your area. You can also look for signs of acceptance in the professional community, such as hospital privileges. You may have to shop around to find a therapist right for you.

As a word of caution, many inexperienced therapists or those with limited training may miss the fact that you are depressed. You may arrive at the therapist office preoccupied about something in your childhood that actually happened 20 years ago. You may also fool your family physician with multiple physical complaints as when Serotonin is low, all body systems seem to go haywire. A properly trained therapist will not only asked about your life and upbringing, but about the physical aspects of your situation; your sleep, sexual interest, concentration, and other indicators of low-serotonin depression or stress. The inexperienced therapist might focus on the "garbage truck" thoughts and miss the big picture, the presence of depression. If you are clinically depressed, weekly discussions of your past as told by the garbage truck will only prolong your depression and possibly intensify it. If in doubt, consult your family physician to obtain a medical/physical view of the situation as most physicians are usually trained to recognize the indications of low-serotonin depression. If you think depression is part of the problem, ask your family physician to refer you to a psychiatrist or psychologist in your area.

12. Depression affects more than the individual with the depression - it's a family-and-friends problem as well. If your spouse is depressed, he or she may be constantly talking about the history of the marriage and relationship. Remember, the "garbage truck" is running in their brain, thinking of every bad thing that has been done, said, or not done. The spouse that isn't depressed is frequently "dumped on" with hundreds of accusations and thoughts that are long after-the-fact and totally beyond correction at this point. The nondepressed spouse may suddenly learn that their partner never did like their hairstyle, their mother, their choice of automobile, or the price of the house. The nondepressed spouse will hear many "thoughts" that were present at the time of marital decisions, often years ago, but were never mentioned. The nondepressed spouse may be awakened at night with accusations and complaints that may last for hours. The nondepressed spouse will be made to feel responsible for these unspoken wishes and will be helpless as the depressed spouse lists mistakes and misunderstandings that have taken place during the entire marriage/relationship. Even though they might have been discussed at the time, the nondepressed spouse will receive much blame for past events.

If your son or daughter is depressed, they may suddenly withdraw from the family or become hostile. Due to their youth, most of their life experience is associated with the family, remembering that family experiences makes up 70 percent of their mental video tape. For this reason, the "garbage truck" will be reviewing every mistake or issue in their upbringing. In such cases, the parents are "dumped on" with what they did wrong, bad decisions they've made in raising the son/daughter, or feelings that were never discussed related to their brothers or sisters. With the low self-esteem created by the depression and stress, the son/daughter may be intensely rejecting, as though feeling they must reject the parents before the parents have a chance to reject them. The anger and hostility is often so strong that parents miss the fact that their son/daughter is depressed - they're too busy dealing with accusations or hostility to see the depressed mood.

Older sons and daughters may start apologizing for their behavior in their childhood, seeking forgiveness - despite the fact that they are now parents themselves. Parents may be shocked to find that their depressed married son/daughter is suddenly thinking of divorce in a circumstance that is "out of the blue" and totally unexpected.

If a friend is depressed, they will suddenly have no interest in maintaining your friendship. They'll stop calling, visiting, or writing. If your depressed best friend suddenly gives you their most prized possession or asks you to be included in their will to take care of their children - be on the alert! Such behaviors are often part of a suicide plan in which the depressed friend wants to "take care of business" before they leave this earth. At that point, a heart-to-heart talk is needed, perhaps offering to accompany them to a professional's office for help. Many depressed individuals are brought to the office by their parents, friends, ministers, union stewards, or work supervisors.

Conclusions:

Depression, at some level, will hit every adult eventually. While most depressions are brief, with our serotonin gradually returning as stress decreases, when depression comes and stays you may need professional treatment to recover. If you think you may have depression, obtain an opinion from a mental health or medical professional. That professional can then guide you in the direction of additional treatment and/or possible medication. Depression is no longer a mystery and is easily treated by modern methods. Treatment is usually short-term, there's no lying on a couch, and your insurance covers most of the charges in Ohio and other states. Your community mental health professionals are your clinical psychologists, psychiatrists, social workers, and those at your community health-care facilities.

Tuesday, 21 February 2012

Laurie Anderson

Tonite I ask you to pray for Laurie Anderson...right now she needs our prayers ...She deserves an apology from many ...Those that denied her the care she needed , those that said no to a surgery date and those beaurcrats that sit behind their big wooden desks and tell the people that are supposed to care for us what they can and cannot do.

Well what they can't do now is turn back the time and remove the cancer from her lymphatic system and who knows where else it has settled in ....in her tiny 33 year old body...
You know Laurie is no different from you or you or me..She got sick she asked for help she pleaded for help and got sicker and sicker and now ...she needs our prayers...
Charles Adler spoke clearly tonight about how the "health" care system is failing...it is failing and that means we are not able to count on a program put in place and funded by us with our tax dollars, to take care of us....and the ones we love...
Lets keep to the positive though..keep Laurie in mind and in your heart and prayers  then .say a prayer for all of those caught up in the health care system..
We also need to say  prayer for the system and all of its workers....Dr.s, Nurses, Lab techs, etc. after all that is where we really need intervention...with those that can provide the care if able to.
Good night and Laurie...TAKE GOOD CARE!
You are a shining star!

Sunday, 12 February 2012

Crocus Creek Healing Labyrinth now posted on International Labyrinth Website

THE PATTERN OF MY lABYRINTH
a CLASSIC 7 CIRCUIT


My 5 year old Grandson walking the Labyrinth


The Labyrinth is about 45 feet across with prairie grass paths and rock edges.
 It is adorned with garden ornaments
This labyrinth has been built as a healing tool for me and anyone that calls and would like to experience its healing power. I will be having Labyrinth celebration days. And will also look forward to celebrating World Labyrinth Day 2012 by myself or with any others that would like to join me...I will serve up refreshments and it will be a great time to share and walk...it is a very empowering experience.

This will be on Saturday May 5th so if you are interested mark it on your calendar now...My place is very easy to get to . On all paved roads.....
Read here about the special day
 http://labyrinthsociety.org/world-labyrinth-day

If you would like to come please e-mail me and provide your mailing address so I can send you a package on Labyrinths and an official invitation with wha tto wear and anything you might want to bring along...



February 12th Crocus Creek






Wasn't that a beautiful full moon last week.  I went for my usual moonlit walk and enjoyed the spookiness of the my halflit surroundings.
I have been spoiling my mule deer . I know its warm I know they don't need any extra food.....but they eat the candy!!!!
a few of the 31 I counted tonite

I have been over thinking everything lately. So it is time to start acting and stop some of this obsessive thinking. I know where that leads and I would prefer not to go there....
I am going to find a choir to sing in as it has been a life long dream of mine to sing and in a choir would be wonderful.
I am going to get back to CURVES the place that helped me build my endurance and feel healthy 8 years ago. 
I am going to get massages , acupuncture or whatever I can to help this aching neck.  It hurts so bad it has become unbearable.
AND I think I have found 2 kittens for Charlotte. The lady I got Piper from came for a visit with a young man that has several available and in April two for them will be mine...I would like 2 orange ones and he has two ......but they must be males ...A male costs $150 to neuter and it is over $265 to spay a female cat.   so it only make sense ...After all I spent over $1500.00 on vet bills on my farm cats up to now. That's why Tom loves Charlotte so much now  ...but actually take $1500 divide by 5 equals 300. Had 3 for most for those years so 300 divided by 3 equals 100 . Hell that is only 100 a year for mouse and gopher catching duties.....If they will just quit leaving the little dead critters on my step...(shows they appreciate me!!!)
Anyway I am going to do these things... For me..

I went for a quad ride today over in to the back corner of our land., It is in the back corner where our land meets the park that things are most natural. It is time for the bucks to lose their antlers and we had seen a few without so decided I would walk a few of the ravines and look for any they might have dropped back there.
Not everyone knows but deer grow and lose their antlers every year. At about this time every year they lose the antlers they have been carrying... then a new antler starts growing almost immediately. The bucks go into seclusion at this time of year because as the antlers grow they are soft bone covered in blood filled hair"velvet".They continue to grow in mass and height throughout the spring and summer. IN the early fall there is a hormonal change and the velvet reaches a stage where it can peel off.  After that the antlers are hard and they scrape them over and over on trees posts etc. to not only get all the velvet off but to mark their territory, The antlers become bigger as the buck gets older and then they get smaller after the buck reaches his peak . The antlers are weapons when the rut"mating season" is on . There are many viscous fights and many deer end up with deep scars from these fights for dominance. Some deer lose their lives due to a stabbing blow or others meet their fate when antlers get locked together and can't come apart.

I didn't find a single antler but what I did find was it was absolutely beautiful day to walk in the hills. The snow was shallow and the wind non existent when I was down in the valley. A hawk flew up in front of me totally surprising me as they are not usually here at this time of year.. With the weather we have been having it probably will be common as I venture out more and more.



My daughter is going through a trying time with health issues...again .
I appreciate all your prayers for her to get help quickly this year and to heal even faster....
Love you Kimmy!!


 


Saturday, 4 February 2012

LIfe is a Lesson. Everyone Our Teacher.

Those words "Life is a Lesson, Everyone Our Teacher. "are some that I read a long time ago...I have battled depression over 1/2 of my life and one of the lines that sticks out from all of those that mattered ,as I travelled on my journey of self help, is this one.



Tuesday evening smothered in grief I decided to walk my labyrinth to sort out some of the emotion I was feeling . Because the line said life is a lesson.....but what was I to take from the death of a friend that was so special to me? If life is a lesson everyone our teacher what is the role of death?
So across the valley and on to the plateau where my labyrinth is I walked. Tears flowed down my cheeks and I let my two feet that I could not feel take me there. I was numb and I was broken hearted....
As I reached the entrance to my circular path,with its rocky edges, I thanked Mother Nature for going easy on the snow this winter so I was able to access it easily in this time of need. I had sought out the healing power of the labyrinth many times before.
I faced the west as I do when I start and prayed Dear Lord help me find some comfort and understanding in this death ...Help me to see how losing someone so unexpectedly and so suddenly can be of any benefit to me ...at all...Cause right now God it doesn't feel that way ..Why was Jack taken so soon from us ............so soon from his life....
I started to walk , trusting the power of the Labyrinth to bring me some sanity to the insane, all over the place mind, I owned at that moment..





I started walking and thinking you know he was such a gentle soul God .. he cared for all he met , he shared his caring self with all . He respected nature and went out of his was for his animals maybe more so than his human friends they, got all of him. He loved his family and always looked forward to the visits of the far away ones when they came to the farm.The farm he worked daily to keep alive! The farm that he cherished . He complained at times of the hard work and the aches and pains he faced on rising in the morning ..if he had slept...he didn't sleep much he often told us...He had worked cutting trees through his life to earn extra income. His arms were strong and his hands were well worn. He tended to his garden. He grew a garden so big ...why we would ask him why so big ? Cut your work load down Jack....but he grew a big garden and he shared...he shared his Potatoes and many varieties came my way and I imagine to others as well. .He knew the names I just know some had white flesh, yellow flesh, or purple . Some over wintered better than others and some were better for baking...he shared the potatoes and the knowledge. It would start in early spring with his tomatoes and  in the heat boxes to get them a good start for planting time. The potatoes were planted one at  a time with a spade and a step to pack them in. Tom tried to talk him in to cultivating the land where the potatoes would go and then to just step them in as he had done with his parents and how we do it now....Nope spade and pack...He would ask me how to plant this or how did I plant that and in the beginning I would provide little tips from my little garden and he would share some with me. I loved to see him out in his garden ...It was another job ...he did well.
Jack was by today's standards a hoarder...I prefer to say collector . He could not part with anything that meant anything and most things that were part of Jack's life meant something ......to him.  He had sheds filled with items that no one had an idea were there...But if someone mentioned they needed something that he knew he had ...well he had it out and showing it to you in minutes. Offering it to you ...although if you used it and were done with it he made sure you knew to bring it back. AND he kept track trust me!! He had every chainsaw he had ever owned , every snow machine , every  thing that made up his collection...to me that was alright that was who Jack was and that is what Jack wanted....that is what made him happy. His things, his animals, his farm that is what made him happy.
Beaver
Then there was "Jackie Bushman " we called him... .  He grew up in the bush and it was second nature for him to be able to walk through the bush and walk back out no problem. My Son Rion was fortunate enough ot have spent many hours with Jack in the forest. They would explore and discover many great finds together . Rion credits Jack for his love of the forest and his ability to make his way around without getting lost.. .Jack hunted with a gun when we met him. My hubby gave him a bow and some arrows . It had been Tom's first bow and now it was Jacks he took to it and never looked back . He shot his animals with bow and arrow from then on. His picture was in the awards book proudly several years. Tom would tease him as he was now a trophy hunter he didn't hunt for meat anymore. He has won several awards and well deserved for harvesting a trophy with his bow.
I remembered how he treated each and every hunter that had to come to him to ask permission to cross his pasture land to get into the forest to hunt. He was friendly and usually would see them again at the kitchen table for a coffee. 
There were so many things I thought of as I walked putting one foot in front of the other following the path until I reached the middle of the labyrinth...I stopped looked west and my mind slowed down....my sobs turned into tears flowing gently down my cheeks....The sky was blue with a few clouds scattered about in a feathery fashion...
I thanked God for having let me meet Jack and for providing my family with the opportunity to live along and grow with him . I was thankful he had been my husbands best friend and the best type of friend he could have had. I was thankful for my son and my daughter being able to experience a man with such a kind a caring nature as part of their childhood and right into their adult lives. My daughter in law and Grandson and all of the friends we took there with us. He gave something of himself to each of us and all of them ....
As I headed out of the centre I focused on the question at hand,"What did I learn from this death ..."The answers came quickly and were numerous.
Jack was my teacher.....I care for my animals in the ways he did his. I love them and I respect them and they are very important in my life....
He taught me that work was important  he  worked all the time ...I don't think  he enjoyed to work all the time ......regardless he did what he needed to do and complained little As he would say " What do you do?" I realized I need to work on this one.
He taught me how to treat people with respect and love and that in turn it would come back to you. I have been doing my best with this one.
He taught me that friendship is not based on expectations. I say yes that is so!
He taught me that  family comes first . AMEN!
 My Parents
He taught me that it was good to share the things we harvest. That's reflected in my huge garden.
He taught me to be gentle in my actions .  Need to work on this one.
He taught me to eat well . Thanks Jack we were junk food junkies before you!
He taught me to listen and he taught me it was okay to share with some one we trusted. :)
Most of all thought he taught me in dying that he abided by one of the most important lessons in life....
Live today like there will be no tomorrow ........Life is a privilege and can be taken away at anytime..
You left to soon my friend     ...Thank you Jack .... May you Rest in Peace
Love forever Sheila

Wednesday, 1 February 2012

Interesting or I just think too much??


I found it interesting to lose someone I absolutely cannot imagine being in my world without. Jack was one of a kind and really it is going to be tough for me/us to live without him....life goes on....his passing just leaves this huge unappealing dark empty spot in my future!

 I noticed how interesting it was Jack passed Sunday...Sunday I lived life as I chose...I laid in bed with my puppies ..I wanted a mellow day ...watched a few movies and rested my aching neck. Monday I got up for work...the usual feed the dogs take my herbs and decide whats for supper. Lights out doors locked and off to work with Tom. Kim had MRI in Regina and other than that uneventful day. Tuesday we did the same routine . On the way into Moose Jaw we sang to a few good old songs on the radio and mentioned how the station was a good one for the good old songs we new the words to.  Work was hectic.Something unexpected I had to use all my "lawyer" skills to fight a dispute with one of our clients that was causing us a tremendous amount of grief it was all consuming for me...although I caught myself several times getting tenses and stopped myself and then slowing down my mind and body I proceeded  to gather the information and create the best defence without making a mess of myself which I have been really good at doing in the past! Off for a wonderful lunch at DeJa Vu one of the best meals we had lately . Back to the job at hand and I got through it and do hope to win .  Felt very confident..but it had taken me away from all the other jobs I had lined up for the day..so I headed back to my own office ...when ...my usually stoic husband came through the door.........sobbing..and collapsing into the chair. I knew something absolutely awful had happened....My thoughts went to parents or siblings I could only guess what on earth was wrong.. He struggled to tell me and when those two words came out of his mouth...............Jack died..I ..cant explain what happened ...
I just tried to explain.......and I can't.
  Tom on our pond up north.

After absorbing it and thinking many things and realizing it was true driving home it hit me...........I had found out 48 hours after he passed. I wasn't mad for no one telling me ,please don't think that ...it was the fact that for 48 hours I had lived my life like nothing had happened..48 hours my world had changed drastically and I ...well I hadn't noticed...I hadn't noticed that the person we had called friend for over 25 years wasn't feeding his cows or pigs.....wasn't petting his dog or peeling his orange to sit down and eat it with a glass of milk before bed.....I ........hadn't noticed......I hadn't noticed that that old recliner he sank down into sat empty for 2 nights or that his bed wasn't slept in.....or that it was Len his brother putting the logs on the fire those nights.....I hadn't noticed that he hadn't taken a breath .
I had lost someone that new me better than many others I have called my friend ...those spring nights when the boys would go hunting and I would head on over to catch Jack doing his chores. I would follow him around in those early years and we would talk about things, many things.....we would talk about gardening..or who drove the old car last that was parked in the corner of the farm yard...rusted and full of  many items Jack couldn't part with. He would introduce the most recent born calf to me and tell me which one he had bottle fed the year before and as he introduced us the yearling would come and nuzzle him lifting his hand for a pet...or perhaps still looking for that calfing bottle Jack used to offer him.  a trip into the old barn and feed the one kitten on the ledge who Jack went out of his way to feed because the other cats picked on him and then there was the little orange one that had a bad eye that would need to be picked up out of the way of the others so he would get his share too... There were the injured cows most people would butcher ...not Jack he separated them and fed them and cared for them individually until they were well enough to rejoin the herd...We gathered the eggs ...Jacks yard wasn't the most tidy..we would find eggs under edges of old tires ...in amongst a pile of tools, even in an old boot that was torn apart and discarded   he knew where to look but me it was like easter every time we gathered....Then into the chicken coop he would have just rigged up for this years new chicks.... he always got them just toward the end of bear hunting season ....  if I was lucky and came up on the right weekend I would get to see them...chickens and turkeys....I spent hours and hours with him ... we talked and we walked and the dogs walked with us .. the dogs he had tamed to not chase his pets...the many Whitetail deer that lived on his land...we did all the things friends would do....for many years on our trips to the farm....
and for 48 hours it had all changed ...and I didn't notice.......

I think I think too much....