My whole world was in chaos. Both my parents died within 60 days of each other. It was the second long weekend since. I felt lost. I was a drunk – in recovery – so I called my sponsor. He said he had some errands to do…did I want to tag along. I jumped at the chance.
Anything to get away from the terror raging inside me.
He was a hobby photographer and always needing extra gas so he could go to the mountains to take his photos. I suggested while we were doing the errands that we go for coffee….to Jasper National Park.
Road trips when you live in the northern part of Alberta are a common thing. So I made a couple of phone calls to folks who would miss me for dinner and off we went.
That was the first day I held a camera to use myself. I had assisted many photographers on shoots as I am always wanting to learn.
We went to the mountains. We were gone for almost three days and I had held four cameras throughout the trip.
The photo is one of my favorites from that day.
- I put a rock in my pocket (a journey of grief and healing) (greatpoetrymhf.wordpress.com)
- How can you heal a broken heart? (mindsforpeaceblog.wordpress.com)
- The Mountains (thesanctuaryofmyheart.com)
- What is Healing? A Journey of Healing: Day 01 (susanwithpearls.com)