on nature and spirituality

Sunrise1A few weeks ago, I woke up in the morning feeling depressed. As the day progressed, I felt lethargic, unhappy, and completely out of sorts with myself and the world around around me. I told my husband that evening after he got home that I wasn’t feeling very good, and we went to bed without saying much of anything. I hoped that the next morning, I would wake up my usual groggy, but happy, self. It didn’t happen. The next day, I felt even worse. After coming back from my morning walk, I began to groom my dogs like I typically do. I ended up cutting one of Holly’s nails too short, and as it was bleeding she started to whimper. This made me start crying, and when I bent down to look at her nail, she defensively snapped at me and ended up biting my face.

I am fully aware that dog bites are a incredibly touchy subject with people, but more than half of the time, it is usually the fault of the humans that provoke an attack. Holly is old, has cancer, and is getting to be almost impossible to groom. I have a muzzle for her to prevent incidences like this from happening, and know to only groom her for a maximum of 5-10 minutes a day. Normally she will get annoyed and then walk away when she’s done. In the four years that I’ve owned her, this was the first time that she had actually bit me. I should’ve left her muzzle on, should’ve been more gentle, shouldn’t have tried looking through tears, and shouldn’t have hovered over her like I did. While she did break the skin, it wasn’t serious enough to get stitches. It startled me more than anything. Afterwards, she came up to me and began licking my face, then rolled over in submission. Needless to say, we were friends again. It was a stupid error on my part.

The remainder of the day did not get any better. I was on the verge of crying all day, so I buried myself in my work and tried to hide from the world. That night, I picked up Lena Dunham’s audiobook “Not That Kind Of Girl” from the library, and drove around the city, finding errands to run, just as an excuse to keep listening to it. It was the first time that I had laughed in two days, and I found myself feeling a little better. I got home late that night, still feeling a little sad, and went to bed.

Sunrise3On the third morning, I woke up disappointed to realize that my mood hadn’t changed from the night before. My dogs, who usually like sleeping in until 9:00 am, got up with me at 7:30 am. They were probably too well-rested from my frequent early nights. By 8:30 am, we were out of our hour-long walk. Everything from the ground, to the trees, to the fences, had frost on it. The sun was rising, and the sky was the brightest pink and yellow, mixed in with a bit of blue. It was gorgeous. It was also -22°C (-8°F), but there was not a lick of wind. Being overly dressed in my standard Canada winter wear, I was toasty and content. As I walked into the sunrise, snapping photos and playing with the dogs, I felt myself feeling better. I could sense that something was different about that morning.

Sunrise2We turned left at the end of the road, and walked past all of the acreages towards some empty fields. When we got to a clearing, I stopped to watch the sun still coming up over the horizon. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. There, in the distance, were about 20 deer prancing across the field, towards the sun. Look closely at the above photo. Can you see them in the centre? It was the most beautiful thing that I had witnessed in such a long time. I quickly grabbed my phone so that I could always remember this moment, and took a series of photographs. After they had crossed the field and disappeared, we continued on our walk. A few minutes later, my phone ended up dying from the cold, even though it was just at 60%. Damn, I thought. However, I was still relieved to have taken a few pictures.

We went as far as the road could go, turned around, and began to make our way back home. The sky was almost completely pink at that point, and I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to be able to witness it on such an amazingly still morning. After a few minutes, I saw quick movements to my right in the field opposite the one where I had just seen the herd of deer. I looked over and to my surprise, I saw 6 or 7 more deer leaping across the field, then the road, and finally into the field where I had witnessed the herd before them. Once again, they vanished into the trees under the rising sun. I was astounded by the fact that Holly, Truman, and I were completely surrounded by these spectacular animals. We were in the centre of a ring of deer, and that I would probably never be able to experience something like this again. I felt like Snow White in the middle of an enchanted forest. It was such a magical feeling, and it was one that I was needing, that day, of all days.

Sunrise4Turning away from watching where they had just disappeared, I looked down the road. Standing in our path, was one lone deer. It was watching me, watching it. I thought, what’s it doing? Then I looked over, and saw one last little guy bounding across the field, towards the one that I was having a staring contest with. Once they were together, they both ran off in the same direction as the others. It was the sweetest thing ever. Animals are truly profound.

When we were more than halfway back, the sunrise was at its brightest point. I wanted to document it more than anything, but my phone had died quite awhile ago. Putting my hand into my pocket, I said to myself (sort of jokingly), if there is a God, my phone will turn on. I pulled it out, hit the power button, and the little Apple symbol came up. My phone switched on, and was back at 40%. Oh. My. God. I aimed, took one picture of the sky, and my phone turned off again. The battery was dead. Unbelieving of what just happened, we continued onwards towards home.

Sunrise5For the entire walk, a quote from the film Nymphomaniac was playing over and over in my mind. It was in the beginning of the movie, when Joe (Charlotte Gainsbourg) was describing herself to Seligman (Stellan Skarsgård). She said:

“Perhaps the only difference between me and other people is that I’ve always demanded more from the sunset. More spectacular colors when the sun hit the horizon. That’s perhaps my only sin.”

Those lines stayed with me more than anything else in the film. It was such a raw and honest moment, and a poignant one at that. Self-deprecation is something that I, too, do often. While I found the scenario to be a quite beautiful one, I found myself disagreeing whole-heartedly with that statement. I’ve always been in awe of both the sunrise and the sunset. Nothing makes me feel so little or unimportant as seeing them. In those moments, I realize that my petty problems are insignificant, as there are greater things to focus my attention on. I am also reminded of the fact that there is a God, whether it’s the Almighty One that Christians believe in, or not. I feel broken down and alive, all at the same time.

When I got home that morning and on that third day, I started to feel better. I wasn’t as sad as I had been for the last few days. The culmination of events that took place that morning were exactly what I had needed to pull me out of my depression. Everything in nature is and was just perfect. And whether we’re ready for it or not, the sun will rise again.

<3

Emory

we ordered a custom shed

Shed 1About seven months ago, I had made an order for a custom shed to be built. That was when we were still living in Little Green. It was May 2014, and our search for a new home was in its fifth month. I had given up on ever finding anything to buy, so I turned my attention on our home’s never-ending renovations.

At that time, our current shed looked to be decades old, and in the worst possible place in our backyard. Upon placing an order with a  local company, my husband took to demolishing our old shed with fervour, and we cleared a place for our new one. A few weeks later, our plans changed completely. We bought a new property, sold Little Green, and were already packing up its contents. I told the shed company to hold off on its construction, since I wanted to move it onto our new land. Most likely to the annoyance of the new home owners, we left them without any shed and with a massive patch of dead grass in the middle of the yard. Oops.

Shed 2I kept in contact with the shed builder all summer, scheduling a day for it to be delivered to our lot, then changing it, then rescheduling, then changing, and so on. I can’t imagine the extent to which I annoyed him. However, my own contractor was never quite ready for it to be delivered, considering that it was supposed to go directly over the gas line.

One day in October, I got tired of playing email tag. I told the company to just deliver it to my mum’s property. Keep in mind that I had already paid for half of it and had never seen a picture of what it was supposed to look like. I basically just told him what I wanted, and he made it up from there. Stupid? Maybe. But that’s the way I roll, folks!

Shed 4On October 24, there was my shed, bouncing down the highway on the back of a truck. When my mum saw it, she said that she would buy it and transport it to her new property in BC. With no due date for our own home’s completion, I told her that she could have it. Fast forward to one month later, the gas line was finally installed at our property. Now needing a shed for our impending move-in date, and being in love with this little guy, I had to take back possession of it. I hired yet another truck to tow it out to our home. Last week, and for the second time in this out building’s life, it was moved again. Sorry mum. This thing is going to have more miles on it than a roadworthy bike. 

Screen Shot 2014-11-27 at 6.46.17 PMDoes our shed look like a Tiny House to you? That was completely intentional. I designed it to look like one, with ranch wall siding, a window, cedar door, and metal roof. I had chosen a white roof to match Little Green’s at the time. If I would’ve known that we were moving and that the roof on our new house was brown, then I would’ve done things differently. However, with seven months of planning, two big moves, dozens of emails, countless headaches, and a missing shed at LG, obviously my first mistake was ordering it too freakin’ soon. Oh well. We can’t all be perfect. ;-)))

<3

Emory

P.S. I had my Instagram followers to come up with a name for this cutie. The top three were Ted the Shed, Wallace, and Little Shed on the Prairie. Do you guys have any great monikers? 

here comes the sun

IMG_1.jpg IMG_2.jpgIMG_3.jpg IMG_4.jpgIMG_5.jpg IMG_6.jpgIMG_7.jpg IMG_8.jpgIMG_9.jpg IMG_10.jpgEvery morning, Truman and I take a long walk down to and around the river that runs through our city. We are lucky enough to only live a couple of blocks away. While the paved path can become quite congested with people and animals, the dirt path that runs between its paved counterpart and the river itself is always empty. I let Truman off his leash, and together we explore it freely. On this particular day, our walk to the river was extremely overcast. Then, about half way through, the sun came out and rose over the horizon. It was magical. 

Our river walks are a ritual that have gotten increasingly longer with each passing day. Spring has officially sprung in Saskatchewan, and we are loving it.

Have a great weekend, friends.

Emory

(The above photos were taken with an iPhone 5C)

walking in a winter wonderland

PHOTO.jpg PHOTO_2.jpgPHOTO_3.jpgPHOTO_4.jpg PHOTO_5.jpgPHOTO_6.jpg PHOTO_7.jpgWith the turn of the New Year, many people have made a resolution to create an exercise goal. However, exercise can become difficult during the long and cold winter months. During December, we had many days where the daily high barely reached -30°F (-34°C). January has not been much better. This has resulted in our daily walks with our dogs being cut from about 1.5 hours to 20 minutes total. Sometimes, it’s even too cold to go to the gym! On those days, I can feel a bit lazy and guilty. Whether it’s true or not, I constantly have to remind myself that tomorrow will be better and I will be able to get back to my normal workout routine. This is why I do not make New Year’s resolutions. There are too many outside factors that can result in various setbacks.

That being said, Truman absolutely loves the snow. He initially does not always want to go outside, but once he does, he is the happiest little guy around. Since he was a puppy, he has hopped like a bunny rather than run like a normal dog. To see him do this through the tall snow banks, makes me thrilled beyond belief. Even in blistery cold weather, I get excited knowing that we will both come back exercised and satisfied. Add a grey day on top of that? Wintery heaven in my eyes.

xxoo
Emory

let it snow, let it snow (part 2)

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My husband and I have to break up our Christmas holidays. We usually spend Christmas Eve with my family, and then Christmas Day with his. His family also lives out of town on an acreage, so the hour-long drive there Christmas morning feels like a nice way to wind down from the night before. By the time the evening rolls around, we are usually home, tired, and unbelieving of the past few days. Then it’s time to open our gifts from each other.

This Christmas evening, we made sure to watch Red Skelton for Baba. She would always talk about how comical he was, and how she and her husband loved watching his show. Neither one of us had ever seen an episode, and so we felt that it was fitting to watch his Christmas Special for the first time, together, on Christmas night. Then, we finished off the evening with National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, of course. What a wonderful end to another great holiday season. I can’t wait until next year’s Christmas events and photos.

xxoo

Emory

  • Welcome, friends! My name is Emory. I am a wife and mother to three (two on earth and one in heaven). This is our life on the Canadian prairies.
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