Four Thoughts & A Bedouin

1) My body aches. I mean, it really hurts. Lately, I’ve convinced myself that aging is the culprit, until someone reminds me that I’ve injured various body parts and they’re just taking longer to heal then I’d like. Also, I’m too young to be aging. DUH! (But all of this injury nonsense pisses me off nonetheless – should I use this as an excuse to be lazy?).

2) I’m loving Fall this year – more-so then usual. For some reason, Fall always makes me feel more present in my own life. Fall makes me see things more clearly. It makes me live in the present and this is awesome.

3) I’m known for my spontaneous and impulsive bursts of energy. A perfect witness to this fact is my mom, who frequently endured these while I lived at home. Last night, I decided to clean the bathroom. I would like to mention that my bathroom is not that big so this task shouldn’t be too time-consuming. I plugged myself in to my Pod and sang along with Bob Marley as I cleaned. This consequently led to a lot of dancing and laughing – I just couldn’t help myself . My wood floors it made easy to slide around my condo while I busted out my moves. I had a lot of fun, but it took me two hours to clean that bathroom.

4) I have a trademark: The Moroccan Mating Call (TMC).  I use this to  express excitement, release stress or to help someone find me in a large crowd. If you’ve seen my blog header you’ve probably noticed that I’m not Moroccan (nor am I looking for a mate). One summer, my uncle, who is well-traveled, approached me after I expressed ‘joy’ at a family BBQ. He looked both amazed and perplexed; he informed me that my Moroccan Mating Call sounded exactly like the call of the Bedouin. Really? Awesome! What the hell is a Bedouin? After he explained this to me, we both concluded that: I was not a nomadic Arab, I did not reside in the dessert, and I’d never ridden a camel before. In any case, TMC is now referred to as The Bedouin Call (TBC). I can tell you that I scare the shit out of friends and random strangers when I let one out. I am certain that if I really tried, I could probably shatter glass. I will now be using TBC on telemarketers – and I really look forward to their reaction. Perhaps they’ll stop harassing me after they’ve gone deaf. To my fellow Montrealers: if you hear a high-pitched noise that sounds like “LELELELELE,” that would be me so come over and say hi!

Notable mentions: NB does a great imitation of TBC. I mean, it’s truly fantastic! Though I sometimes need to remind her that it’s my trademark and not hers :-p  I should also commend my Sistah for her continuous efforts. Unfortunately, she really sucks at it and sounds more like an injured turkey then a Bedouin.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go walk my camels.

What are some things that are unique to you?

Have a good weekend!

A

Shadows & Tall Trees

When I came up with the title of this post, I was out walking the dog in the woods, hence the reference to ‘tall trees.’ I also happened to be shooting pics of shadows  (a little obsessively, I might add). 

This past weekend was Thanksgiving up here in Canada and as it happened, we had perfect weather. First thing to give thanks for. The temperatures were cool but the sun shone brightly, making my numerous dog walks quite enjoyable. I took advantage of the weather to take some photos when the title of this post came to me. I thought this post would be a simple one – minimum text and lots o’ pics but alas, this was not to be.

I’ve experienced some interesting moments lately and it occurred to me that the people in our lives can either be shadows or trees. The more I thought about it, the more I viewed ‘shadows’ as people who cast pretty little clouds over our heads because they are unhappy in their own lives – they may have regrets, are jealous (or envious) of what you have accomplished and therefore struggle to accept your happiness. Despite their efforts at portraying themselves as shiny happy people, they are miserable and want everyone around them to feel the same way they do. We try our best to dodge these clouds and the negativity that they bleed all over us because the more successful we are at escaping the clouds, the less power they have over us.  Similarly, I compare trees to the people in our lives who bring a whole lot of positivity. These people are truly happy with what they have been given and what they have accomplished even if they occasionally strayed from their chosen paths. They are the positive influences in our lives who support us and encourage us. They are happy with themselves and also want us to live happy lives.  They encourage us to pursue our dreams no matter how crazy these may be. The shadows discourage us from all of these things.

I’ve posted before about how you should never let other peoples’ problems become your own. You should surround yourself with positive influences and if that means kicking someone to the curb because they are a ‘shadow’ then so be it. ‘Nuff said.

Truth be told, I realized the above a while ago but hadn’t thought about the whole shadow versus tree thing. I am thankful that I have reached a point in my life where I can see the difference between the two, and for the most part, seek out the positive in the situations that I’m faced with. What about you? How have you cast away the clouds from your life?

On a less serious note, here are a few pics I took this weekend (you will notice that some of the shadow shots are not very flattering!).

 

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I saved the best for last – these are truly flattering shots of me!

 

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If you celebrated Thanksgiving this weekend, what are you thankful for?

Peace out!

A

 

Morning Visitor and The Colors of Fall

Last weekend I was up North and took a few pics. I meant to post these earlier but I procrastinated. Oh well.  I’m hoping that the leaves will be in full fiery bloom next weekend so I can take more colorful shots. Actually, what I’m really hoping is that there are still leaves left on the trees. Fall comes quickly up there!

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There are a ton of crab apple trees on my parents’ property – apparently these trees are beautiful in the Spring (I think?) but I always miss them when they’re in full bloom!

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This is where I take the dog – it’s a private road with no traffic so I can let her frolic freely! (Yes I know, the dog isn’t actually in this photo).

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This shot was a total fluke – it’s taken in color, but turned out like this:

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A few more shots…

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My favorite shot is this one because it looks like this tree is doing it’s own version of Tree Pose:

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And last but not least, this photo, taken this morning. I opened the blinds to find myself face to butt with Mr. Toad. This was at 8 a.m. but I see that Mr. Toad is still sitting on my balcony. I’m hoping he finds his own way home because I don’t plan on giving him a boost. Maybe his little toad posse will come to his rescue! Stay tuned!

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Update: Mr. Toad appears to be getting ready to jump for it! Though by the looks of it, he is stuck against a wall :-D. I think I might need to go out there and give him a hand.

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Have a fabulous day!
A

Ay-Oh, Let’s Go! To the Fall!

I hate to break it to you but summer is officially over. According to my calendar, it officially ended yesterday. Snap. And here I was, hopeful that summer would extend itself well into October, so that myself and 170,000 of my closest friends could Run for the Cure in fabulous weather (Have you sponsored me yet? If not, get moving!). I suppose there’s still hope – Montreal typically enjoys a second summer known as Indian Summer; this usually means that we are blessed with a final week or two of very hot, sunny weather. This of course takes place after we have reluctantly exchanged our Summer clothes for Fall clothes, and traded in our flip flops for shoes. Of course, with the strange global warming phenomenon that’s been happening, who knows if Indian Summer will present itself this year. I sure hope so – I’m defiantly still wearing flip flops despite the cooler weather.

While I love Summer, I also have a deep appreciation for Fall. The air changes from hot and muggy to cool and crisp, which means more outdoor power walks for me. During summer, I usually forgo power walking outdoors due to the heat and humidity, so this usually means walking indoors on a treadmill. Bo-ring! But in the Fall… well there is nothing I love more then hearing the crunch of leaves under my feet as I walk down tree-lined streets. Truth be told, every Fall, when I walk past neatly piled stacks of leaves, all I want to do is throw myself in them and roll around like I did when I was a kid. There is something about the smell of leaves that is so incredibly refreshing, so earthy. It is as though the earth is in the beginning stages of replenishing itself for the upcoming Winter months. Oh. My. God. Did I just say ‘Winter?’ Moving right along…

I also love to see the leaves change from green to golden yellow, then to orange, and finally to red. This is particularly beautiful to see as you are driving up North, where the tree population is quite vast in the more mountainous regions. As luck would have it, my folks live in the great big North, so the changing of the leaves is something I get to enjoy every year. My folks have quite a bit of terrain and many, many trees – if it were up to me, I would rake all of their leaves into one big pile, and leave it there. Then I would take a running leap off my new ‘yoga deck’ and land right in the middle of it! I don’t think dad will approve of this.

I think if I could narrow the seasons down to just two, I’d stick with Summer and Fall or Summer and Spring. While I’m quite accustomed to Canadian winters, I can certainly live without the crazy-ass temperature drops that I’m subjected to for 3 months out of the year.

What’s your favorite season and why? And more importantly, do you still like to roll around in a pile of crunchy leaves? 😉