It’s hard to stay positive sometimes. After my mother passed away, the grey cloud came, both literally and figuratively. It rained and rained and rained. They were dark dreary days.
There were some days that I didn’t even get out of bed – didn’t or couldn’t. But when I did get out for a walk around the campground, I couldn’t help but notice the colours of autumn. All the shades of yellow, orange and red were stunning.
I loved the great piles of leaves on the sides of the roads (my old dog used to love jumping in those), the shape of the one perfect maple leaf stuck on the wet pavement, and the trails with the maple lined paths leading off into the distance like the yellow brick road – except yellow leaves of course.
It’s always beauty that breaks the darkness. It’s when I finally notice the colours, the shapes, the tiny details, the birds, or even the sound of a rooster crowing that I remember that the world is a beautiful place. It’s the beauty that pulls me out of my sadness.
So I decided that even though I have a huge backlog of photos to process, I should get out and make new photos. I should continue to explore and find the beautiful things in the world. I went to a park on the Nanaimo River not too far from our campsite. Oddly, even though I was born here, I had never been to this park before.
Its when I have my camera in my hand that I really look, and I finally see, and I start to feel my spirit lifting.
I guess the explorer in me is back.