Finding Beauty Wherever You Are

After returning from a  Caribbean cruise and returning to frigid, snowy weather in northern Ontario, it seems only natural that a person might feel somewhat let down and a little nostalgic for warm temperatures and pristine turquoise waters. but last week I surprised myself as I was driving down the highway on a blue sky, -26 degree celsius morning, Instead of feeling remorse, I experienced a sense of elation and awe as I looked out the car window and was drawn to the rugged natural beauty that surrounded me. I felt a deep connection to the landscape, as if somehow these giant pillars of rock understood how I was feeling, and were acknowledging our bond with a big hug.

  
The towering rock cuts that border both sides of the highway ( formed from blasting through tons of rock) seemed even more impressive than usual, softened by layers of snow that looked as if they had been hand painted. Artistic swirls and powdery waves  hung gracefully over the edges transforming them into pieces of art. I was also mesmerised by the giant frozen waterfalls that hung motionless, their strong, frigid grip securing them safely against the ancient walls of granite. It was as if the water's momentum had been magically halted in order to sculpt these massive, icy, moments in time.

I would have liked to have taken a photograph, but there was no safe place to stop, and I did not want to actually become one with the nature. I have included a picture that is similar to what I saw, ( taken at the French River ) but not quite as spectacular as what I saw that day.
As I continued to drive that morning, I was reminded that there is beauty to be found everywhere. We are immersed in it whether we are on a Caribbean beach, the city streets of Toronto, or a northern Ontario highway... often, it's just a matter of acquiring the right perspective, and taking the time to open our eyes and hearts so we can appreciate what is in front of us.

So my fellow travelers, wherever you are on this beautiful planet, ( especially if you are not thrilled to be there at this moment ) I hope you discover the beauty that's waiting to give you a hug!

Beauty 

turquoise blue waters,

  pink quartz

kissed by the sun,

flower petals

smooth metals,

sculpted each one...

painted canvas

painted skin,

 painted sky,
up above, 

thus

beauty is found

 in all things
made with love...

pbowman

For the Love of Friends

Throughout our lives we meet a lot of people, and if we are fortunate, we make a lot of friends. Like wine, some become our favorites' right away, others take awhile to appreciate, still others get better and better with age.

Just recently my partner and I had the opportunity to make some new friends who we instantly liked and felt at home with. Like old souls meeting up after a long absence, we felt a comfort and and kinship with them that defied logic and kindled a familiar feeling of belonging in our hearts.
It got me thinking about friendship in general, and it occurred to me that whether our friends have been longtime companions, or are new sparks of light in our lives, they are invaluable gems that faithfully inspire and support us on our journeys. They are the people who pick us up when we fall down, become our cheerleaders, our voice of reason, our clowns, our companions, and our sounding boards. Friends are a lifelong source of joy, comfort and unconditional love. Unlike family, they choose us...even when we are broken, even when we have nothing to give back.

During my sixty odd years of life ( and they have been odd...) I have always been able to rely on my friends to help me navigate through the shadows as well as celebrate the light. In retrospect, it seems as if they have had an almost magical quality, always appearing just when I needed them the most.
So this Valentine's Day, I want to thank all my friends, old and new for your love. Thank you for supporting me, for encouraging me, laughing with me, crying with me, and believing in me.  As I get older, I have an even greater appreciation for this bond we call friendship, it has been a guiding light in my life, and a safe haven for my heart. My deepest gratitude, dear friends, you mean the world to me.

It is our friends

who answer the call

of our weary hearts,

who understand without words,

who see inside the darkness

and  help bring us back to the light...

it is our friends
who inspire joy,
and unconditional love,
who sing the same song,

 and share this magical bond

of kindred souls...

pbowman

Reaching Out...Let's Talk

Reaching Out

It is Bell Let's Talk Day, and I am so happy that we are finally having great conversations about mental health issues. So many people are suffering silently, and so many others are wanting to be supportive, but not understanding what is going on, or what to do. Often we do not even know a friend or family member has a problem. We may suspect there is an issue, and are puzzled by behaviours, but unable to make sense of them, without the appropriate frame of reference and information. It is a little like trying to support someone with a broken arm if they did not tell us and they were not wearing a cast.

 Both those who suffer from mental illness, and those who care, need to be educated and start sharing with one another. We need to take a leap of faith and reach out to one another and begin the process of healing. There should be no shame or stigma attached to mental health issues, the only shame should be if we judge or do nothing.
Thank you, Bell Let's Talk!

talk to me

I may not fully understand

for I have not walked in your shoes,

but I care deeply,

and I will listen

with an open mind and heart,

 I will lend my courage and strength,

and hold your hand

until the darkness

turns to light 

once more...

pbowman

It's All About the Connection

Heart to Heart

It's that time of year when everyone is shopping for Christmas gifts. We spend weeks going in and out of stores choosing that special something, then hours tangled up in wrapping paper and bows. Ironically, we spend more time getting the presents than we do thinking about the recipient and being present with them.

We do this despite the fact that the gifts we tend to treasure are the simple ones that touch our hearts and connect us. For example, one of  my favourite presents is a painting my "adopted" grandsons created using a little paint and a lot of imagination. Every time I look at that masterpiece, it makes me smile, and reminds me of them. Another of my sentimental favourites, is a cutting board my daughter gave several family members last Christmas that she had one of  her grandmother's hand written recipes copied onto. That very thoughtful yet simple gift brought tears to everyone's eyes and is a beautiful daily reminder of someone we loved very much.

Unfortunately, in the chaos of Christmas we often do not take the time to think about what might have special meaning for someone. To me it seems it's never actually the gift that brings the joy, its the emotional connection associated with it.  Another special gift I received last year was a beautiful bird feeder from my other daughter, bought, because she knows the huge pleasure I get  from watching and photographing birds.

Some of the best gifts, you cannot even buy, like the gift of our time. If you really want to connect with someone, helping them out is a heart felt way of letting them know we care about them and want to support them. Give someone who needs a break from their kids a coupon for babysitting, take a senior shopping, bake for someone who cannot, or visit friends you know are lonely or isolated. My favourite gifts to give are the ones that I have taken the time to make myself, simple gifts that have a little piece of me in them, like photo cards, framed poetry, or baking. They are gifts that feed my spirit as well.

So if you still have presents you are pondering over, try considering what you want your gift to bring to someone, not what gift you want to bring. Take a moment to think about what might touch their hearts, and  if you want to get fancy, you could even wrap them up with  phone call, a hug, or a visit. Consider that the most endearing gifts are those that build a bridge from one heart to another. The wonderful thing about doing that is, you'll receive as much joy as you give!
Happy Giving my friends!

It's not the fancy ribbon,

or the bows,

or the gift inside

that makes my heart sing

it's the love

you wrapped it in ...

pbowman

One Voice... Remembering our Heros

For those who fought for us, who died for us, and for those who bravely carry on.

One Small Voice for Many

You didn't know me,

and we shall never meet,

still, you bravely fought

ensuring my freedom,
 bittersweet...

I 'll never know your story,

I can only glimpse into your heart,

a heart that endured the unthinkable,

as you courageously played your part,

You did not even know me,

and I'm but one small voice

living a better life today,
because of your sacrifice

 and heroic choice...

 

With a grateful heart,

  one small voice

 in an infinite,

 worldwide chorus, 

THANKYOU!

love and light,

Penny Bowman

November Reflections - Picnic in the Park

Remembering

It is November, a time we often dread since it is confirmation that summer is over, fall is winding down, and we are soon entering that other season! Although November can be dreary, in it's defense, ( I am such a sucker for unpopular months) I think it does serve a valuable purpose. It provokes inward reflection, prompts us to slow down, appreciate what we have, and prepare for what comes next.

This November has started off on a friendly note, greeting us with unusually warm temperatures. This rare gift has, in return, inspired many of us to enjoy the great out doors before we are burdened by extra layers of clothing, our unwelcome companions until spring.

Taking advantage of November's kindness, I went for a walk around Ramsey Lake in Sudbury in search of photo opportunities, my trusty sidekick hanging around my neck. Ramsey Lake is a beautiful oasis in the heart of Sudbury with a meandering lock stone walkway that borders the beautiful shoreline, a shoreline dotted with beaches, beautiful old trees, picnic tables, benches, and gazebos.
 I was in high spirits enjoying the unseasonable temperatures when I found myself drawn to stop and admire a rather sentimental spot of mine, one, that on this occasion, gently transported me back in time, a time when I was there having a picnic with my mom on one of her rare visits up north. It was a gorgeous summer day, one with a blue sky dotted with puffy white clouds, perfect temperatures, and a lovely breeze.

  For a moment, I could see my mom sitting in the lawn chair we had brought, donning her shorts, socks, running shoes, and sun visor, while we both relaxed, pleasantly entertained by the billowing sails that played in the afternoon wind. As the memories came back, I began to cry and felt one of those heart wrenching longings to be able to spend time with her once again. It took me a few moments to regain my composure and the realization that I already was spending time with her, no, not in the way I really wanted, but for those brief moments, my mom was there with me, relaxed, smiling, and letting me know I was loved. I had a wee chat with her ( in my head...people are already suspicious...) thanked her for that afternoon, all that I had learned from her, and all that I aspire to be because of her. I allowed myself to feel the sadness, let it go, and embrace the love that remained.

Not sure if I can give November all the credit for what happened, but I am grateful to have slowed down and had the opportunity to enjoy such a special memory and connect with my mom. What I am sure of is that it did help me appreciate what I have, and even more importantly, the source of so much of it.

Sometimes

 memories

bring a smile,

sometimes a tear,

but always

heartfelt gratitude

for our blessings...

pbowman

Feeding the Soul...

Georgian Bay Paddle

One of the outings I treasure the most in my life is my annual summer kayak in Georgian Bay. It is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been to as well as one of the most serene.(We always check the weather so we are going on a paddle friendly, serene provoking day, Georgian Bay can be very moody...)
 When we go, we access the bay from the boat launch at Chikanishing Creek, which is part of Killarney Provincial Park, and only a km or so away from the park office. Once we launch it is a short paddle before we get to the mouth of this gentle creek and enter the mighty Georgian Bay. Even though it can be intimidating to be in such a small craft in such a large body of water, I can always feel myself relax as I revel in the feel of the wind on my face and take in the expansive view of water (at times turquoise) that comes quickly into view.
As I fall into a rhythm with my paddle, I feel at home, surrounded by blue sky, endless water, and majestic rocky islands. As we paddle, the islands seem familiar, like pieces of inspired art painted in beautiful earth tones. I am particularly drawn to the rich, orange hues and the contrasting smooth and ragged textures that make up the unique islands that are scattered along the shoreline. It is paddle heaven, as we make our way through the canvas that seems to have come alive.
One of the reasons I enjoy the trip so much is because it wakes me up inside. Hungry for inspiration, my spirit comes alive in the natural wonders that surrounds us and it is energized with every stroke of the paddle. Visually it is stunning, but it is also very serene to be one with this magnificent body of water. Stopping for shore lunches only adds to the magic as we feel the smooth rock beneath our feet and get a new perspective of the miracle that surrounds us.
This annual trek is one of the many ways I feed my soul, perhaps my favourite. How do you feed yours? Is it through nature, photography, painting, or perhaps spending time with your children or grandchildren...If you are not sure, take the time to notice what makes you smile without apparent cause, or what makes you feel relaxed and at home in your own skin, when you are content to be where you are, and when you feel inspired to create....When we feed our soul, it becomes alive, and if we listen, it will speak to us. In return, our soul will nourish us and compels us to live more fully. Connecting with our soul helps us to appreciate the miracle of life and share our joy with others. Happy soul feeding!

Time with the River, The Peace Returns

Since the river has returned, I have had many opportunities to sit by her side and feel the peace she effortlessly inspires. I had forgotten just how often she is a source of joy and a spiritual catalyst. Like a bridge, she connects me to myself, but more importantly, to things greater than myself...
She is also a mirror, not only reflecting the many moods of sky and shore, but of my own heart and soul as well. Like a loyal and dear friend you feel safe to be yourself with, she has become a place where healing and growth are not only possible but probable...
If I am quiet, I can hear her share her wisdom.

The River Speaks

Come sit by my side

and be for a moment,
come enjoy the beauty
and the mystery 
that stirs your soul
and connects you 
to something deep within,
 something bigger than you...
We are mirrors for one another,
and bridges,
and confidantes
and anchors...

and like dear friends,

we can communicate
without words
 and be nourished

by the wonder of  it all....

pbowman

Circle of Strength

Recently I have been thinking about some of my friends and the many other people who are faced with the challenge of healing from cancer. My thoughts are with them, as well as their families and friends, who create, what I believe, is as a circle of strength around them.
So often when we, or those around us are faced with a life threatening disease, we do not know what to say or do and it can be awkward and uncomfortable. We do not want to worry our family, they do not want to burden us... much gets left unsaid. However, when we open ourselves up and share, what emerges, can not only console us, but strengthen, heal, and unite us. Even a small opening allows light to enter... that light can be the beginning of some very meaningful conversations, some new awareness about ourselves and others, and in the process, a great deal of compassion and healing.

 Love is powerful, way more powerful than any disease, so I encourage everyone to feel and express that love in ways that are comfortable for you, whether it be conversations, kindnesses, prayer, or by just sending positive thoughts. Being reminded of how much we are thought about, loved, and needed is a remarkable gift that can help to heal us and restore our energy and drive.

I learned so much during my healing journey, especially once I opened up to what it had to teach me. One of the most important lessons I learned was we can heal ourselves and others ... ( another blog topic some day.)  Much of what I learned came to me once I let go of my skepticism and opened up to what I was receiving, ( we often ask for help, but do not tune in or recognize it when it arrives...)

So share my friends, be open to what you can learn, but most importantly, tell the people in your life that you love them, and shower them with kindness and healing thoughts. I guarantee that everyone will benefit, because that invisible thread that connects us all, lights up when we share our love and kindness with one another.

 Circle of Strength

You're not alone, we're all connected,

though it may not always seem that way,

when fear speaks louder than love,

and thoughts are turned to grey,

The truth, though often a whisper,

shines deep inside to light your way,

for you are loved and guided,

every minute of every day,

You are blessed with people who love you,

A circle of strength, hope and care,

when you open your heart to receive,

Earthly angels will always be there...

pbowman

Owed to the Poets

Owed to the Poets

tis the poet

who eloquently carries us,

who would travel on gossamer wing,

tis the poet who gently lulls us

with rhythms we would sing,

tis the poet who would shock us

so our minds might open more,

tis the poet who inspires us

 with delicate imagery and metaphor,

tis the poet who unites us,

who dares to be one face,

tis the poet who reveals our humanity

and gently awakens us with grace...

P bowman

I Am Here

I Am Here

I am here

In the tiny flickers of light

you feel but never see

that uplift your weary heart,

I am here...

I am here
In the quietest whispers

barely heard

that begin to awaken your soul

I am here...

I am here,

in the kind, kaleidoscope caress

that love brings

just when you might give up,

I am here...

I Am here,

even unnoticed,

I Am here...

Penny Bowman

Just for today...

Just for today,

I will take a moment

to be still

and listen to my heart...

just for today,

I will be optimistic

and believe

that everything is possible...

just for today,

I will be loving,

forgive my mistakes

and embrace my imperfections...

just for today,

I will be free,

see all the tiny miracles,

and just be...

pbowman