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Category Archives: Virginia
Today was to be a travel day…from the farm to my NYC…but mother nature had other plans…like a morning walk in the woods with a blanket of white everywhere! Totally worth the delay. I love walking the path down the driveway…on my way to listen to the silence of the woods.
Upon arrival…taking the time to look up to catch the sway of the trees…
…and a touch of blue appearing out of nowhere…
…and stopping to listen to the occasional cardinal singing with so much purpose…
There’s not enough money in the world that will pay for this kind of therapy!
So let’s try this again…
!!Heading home tomorrow to my city, NYC!!
A note from a friend came my way a few months ago…“I know you get your share of fun and travel, but is there ever really a moment that you aren’t thinking about your parents?”
I’m at the farm this week, to spend quality time with my family…to bring a smile to my dad who has Alzheimer’s and to provide my mom (who is his full-time caregiver) some much needed comic relief. Being on the farm always brings back wonderful memories and walks in the woods and photography captures. But life on the farm isn’t just beautiful scenes and captures of nature. It’s also about the day to day of living with someone with a horrific, ugly disease that is slowly making my 87 year old father disappear and taking an emotional toll on my 85 year old mother. Just imagine a couple of beautiful sunflowers after days and days of harsh winds and drought. The flower heads totally gone…the dry crackly leaves in shreds. Only their stalks remain, leaning close to the ground. This is what Alzheimer’s has done to my parents.
This visit started out a little rockier than previous visits. My dad didn’t fully recognize me upon arrival even though we have skyped almost daily since my last visit. As much as I made light of it, it’s hard. So far this visit he’s had a couple of good days and a bad day. A good day is usually him asking the same questions over and over throughout the day, somewhat attentive and somewhat in the present. Him asking the same question over and over becomes nerve wracking and I can’t imagine how my mom takes it day after day. (He just asked me how many more days will I be here. This is the 9th time in the last 20 minutes.) I understand from my mother’s perspective, but I treasure each and every time he asks…as I know at some point he won’t be able to even form a sentence. We’ve yet to begin to experience the real Alzheimer’s.
The bad day. Well my dad for some reason started to believe that the living room of the house was the market where he used to have his produce business. He couldn’t understand how he would ever be able to showcase his produce and other items he used to sell with all the furniture in the room. On top of that he would look out the window to see if any potential customers were driving by in their private driveway. He became more and more agitated with the lack of cars resulting in the lack of customers. How will we ever get ahead this way? This confusion went on all day and into the night. Very late into the night. From my bedroom I could still hear him talking to my mom around midnight. He just couldn’t figure it out. The next day it had all disappeared from his memory…
In keeping with my normal routine of escaping into the woods…
From the withered tree, a flower blooms…
You can take the girl out of the farm…but ya can’t take the farm out of the girl!
Will miss my family so much! But…I’ll be baaaack!
Back to my city today!
Well the past two weeks here in Virginia have been filled with so many encounters with deer, that it made me eager to reference the symbolism and the meaning of their appearance. So out comes my trusty book, Animal Speak by Ted Andrews.
Deer represent instinctual energy, independence, and regeneration, which stems from their antlers being shed and re-grown each year. This instinctual energy that deer represent tells us to trust our gut reactions, because those instincts will tell us when to fight or flee. Deer also symbolizes the gentle, enticing lure of new adventures. Should a deer come into your life, look for new perceptions and degrees of perceptions to grow and expand for as long as the next five years (deer shed and grow their antlers for five years).
Wowza! After reading about it, I most certainly welcome the deer into my life!
Oh, and by the way…do you know that deer can scream? Yep, heard it with my own two ears. On one of my early morning walks into the woods with only the sounds of acorns dropping…she startled me and I startled her and off she went screaming deep into the woods. A sound I’d never heard before. Well sure enough, a google search informed me that deer will use a continuous and uncontrollable scream as their distress call. All I can say is that I’d never believe it had I not heard it myself!
Have you ever heard a deer scream?
Sacred spaces can be created in any environment.
Even with battling the strong air currents from speeding tractor trailers zipping down a country road…I had to capture this…if only the timing hadn’t been in the middle of the day with very harsh light. Oh well…a reason to return during the magic hour on my next trip to Virginia! Besides, I gotta know the story behind this!
It’s simply amazing if we just stop the chatter in our heads and actually see and hear things…we can be blown away by how beautiful they can be.
Looking out over the farm and the Roanoke Valley…
Time stood still as I soaked in the moments of this precious gift…
A symbol of transformation…
This week Bella’s 52 photos project has us paying attention to doorways…this double rainbow symbolizing transformation seems the perfect fit to me!
Have a wonderful weekend!
A good friend of mine recently told me what she loved about my blog is you never know what you’re gonna get. Well I guess today is a good example of that! After sketching drag queens and photographing naked cyclists, one may be surprised that today’s post is about attending church.
You see my father has Alzheimer’s, but he still understands and loves to go to church every Sunday. It so amazes me when he sings and knows most of the lyrics when many times he can’t remember what happened five minutes earlier. Interesting how the brain works. That’s why I never miss the chance to attend church with my parents while visiting the farm! Precious times, just precious.