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.
As the fall morning dew
deepens into rain…
I want to be in love with life again
I want to be more “insane”.
I want the freedom of day
To manifest a song.
I want to read poetry out loud.
I want to sing along.
I want to stretch into the hills
To lay on the mountain forest floor.
I am grateful for all the blessings I have…
But this morning,
I want more.
I want to give my joy to you,
Wrapped with a feathered bow
I want to let my heart-strings
Sing, and I wanted you to know.
Photos Jasper National Park Sept 2008 MaryHelen Ferris words Sept 2013
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The sun is setting in my day
I am blessed in every way.
The songs of the birds that beg me stay.
The gifts of living in a quiet way.
The loving mercy of good friends.
Oh, my blessings never end.
Trees are my sanctuary Photo credit Sonny Alfredo Galea Jasper National Park Sept 2008
Recline, repose, rejuvenate,
are all great things to invigorate
the physical body.
But, me, I want more.
I want to dream adventures
deep on the forest floor.
I want to sink beneath the pine.
I want to bask in cedar.
I want to be so refreshed…
(That I can hardly wait
to tell the cleaning lady,
I don’t need her).
I want to be so renewed
that I can do it all my self.
But in the interim,
I will rest
and put my ego
on the shelf.
The winter winds blow dark and cold,
I must admit that I am growing old.
My spirit is not that of a quitter.
I have been, oh , so blessed,
by my angel baby-sitters.
I have loved ones, and friends
whose love surround,
as I bask in the love
of the light and sound.
I truly love to recline,
rejuvenate and repose.
I have chores on the morrow
which I have to dispose.
I am the dreaming poet.
I am so very blessed
throughout my life.
I am coming now, beloved,
to be thy dreaming wife.
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Hoar Frost (Photo credit: Ashrunner’s Photo Safaris)
English: Hoar Frost Cross-bedding in sandstone picked out by hoar frost in a stone wall. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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The hoar frost is due to last all day
Christmas Craft sale shopping
Time for us women to play.
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Show me the way back Home…
I’m tired of feeling alone.
Can I know your Will?
Can I share your Love?
I am glad to be alive.
Mary’s first Elk Shot out the window of the truck NO ZOOM Jasper Sept 1 2008
Thank you for being my Guide.
Back in my youth
I knew the Truth.
Show me the Way
back to You.
I want to share your truth.
way down deep inside.
I made the choice.
I heard your voice
cause I’m on my way
back to You.
So show me.
You know me
and show me
the way back Home.
Come take my hand.
I need to stand
under the shadow
of your smile.
Thy will be done
under the Sun.
May joys be shared.
Speak of me of Joy
Of laughter and of rain.
I will come fully into the circle
Back to You again,
English: The Autumn Garden – 5 The arboretum is open all year round and has free entry. Very informative and there are often special quizzes etc for the kids. Good value! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
English: Autumn at Glenoe (1) The flow, on the waterfall, is nothing special but there is a good coating of fallen leaves contrasting with the green still on the trees. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
What makes autumn so special for you?
Is it the return to quiet so you can dream and relax?
Is it the walk in the woods where you can renew Soul?
Is it the smells of harvesting, pickling and drying
Making welcoming home feeling so good?
Is it the early darkness
Bringing all loved ones safely in?
Is it the harvest moon being so full
With the abundance of wheat in the bin?
Is is the light in the window
Welcoming all the travelers to stop and rest?
Is it the call in the night
Of the coyote or the return of the winter song birds?
I wonder, dear heart,
what makes autumn so special
Is it the Soul song we heard?
What makes it feel so right?
What makes this time of year so special for you?
Mother Earth – photo – Mary Helen Ferris – Jasper National Park Canada 2008 – September
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Jasper National Park….Canada Photo by Sonny Alfredo Galea
A rainy, quiet, autumn crisp holiday.
Been wrapped in the loving arms of sleep for hours.
Awakening to the blessings of my loving higher power.
Not in jail, nor in the prison of my mind.
Am blown away with all the freedoms that I find.
Free to worship, to vote, to write, to think how I please.
Open to the gifts of life which call to me on the evening breeze.
Open to the wondrous ways of learning I been given.
Truly thankful to celebrate with you this wonderful thanksgiving.