Every day is ART day

Painting rainbows while listening to "In Rainbows"

Humanely mouse TRAP-in

Made a trap and caught a mouse all eazy-peazy.

Exciting day...

For the instructions on how to make a humane mouse trap: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABffYDM9EwU

eight days of SKY

June 11

June 10

Voices in the trees

An abundance of sound erupts from the forest around me.  On a daily basis I hear a new, natural, musical sound that I have not yet heard.  Croaking, chirping, buzzing, howling...rustling leaves and whistling winds - there is a symphony that surrounds us, if we stop to listen.  With my daily lack of stimulus, I have become more attuned to this living world around me.      

Last evening while listening late into the night, my ears were witness to the calls of several owls. The majestic creatures were close to my cabin and I could hear them clearly.  Their hoot-hoots frequently followed with slow, deep, throaty cackles.  Eerily close to the sound of a human moan.  I wonder if they were planning to make love?  

Thinking of my regular life, I question if the deprivation of natural sounds, has great implications. Greater perhaps than I can imagine.  Does this deprivation negatively affect my (or your) psyche?

After only one month of forest immersion, in my far from expert opinion: I answer yes.  The vibrations we hear can greatly enhance or hinder our lives.  

Sound can help to create a sound mind.      

One week ago I woke around three in the morning, to a lively chorus of song birds.  At least ten different songs were being belted out with ease.  Each bird seemed to share in the airspace equally.  As I listened carefully, I was surprised to realize there was no overlap.  The birds were all working together to create their natural artistry, in time with one another.  They were speaking AND listening. 

These voices in the trees entertained me for the next half hour.  I lay there in my bed truly feeling every single melody emitted.  One bird call in particular was heavenly.  It's musical chirps gave me literal chills of pleasure.  I found myself smiling each time this tiny angel voiced it's joy.

Imagine now, if every human being spoke and listened as joyously as song bird.  The positive vibrations created would emanate an abundance of love and peace...

six days of SKY

June 9

June 8

four days of SKY

June 7

June 6

two days of SKY

June 5

June 4

In Good time.

Nearly one month of fire tower.

Much has been learned in this modest flash, of the imaginary force called time.
Seconds, minutes, hours... becoming conscious of these, is one of this month's greatest lessons.

Looking back into regular life (even the relaxed East Kootenay, Kimberley life), I am shaken by the amount of experiences forcefully packed into a single day.  Time is exponentially forward propelled in the altered state reality of: daily to-do's.

But here in the Boreal Forest, I have become acquainted with a realistic expectation of TIME.

The art of living and realistic time, are swell friends.  Hand-in-hand, they dance for me when I pay close attention.  Being mindful to everything around me outside of my thoughts, I can integrate my energy with the flow of life.  Observing is my paid responsibility and an important hobby.        

Here, time is comforting.  Anxiety level is low; does not register.  This time allows space for daydreaming, creating and watching the world go round.

In this time paradigm, reflecting and producing are both given the freedom to BE.  Each equally important to a humans soul survival.

Bodies need nutrients.
Souls need nourishment.
Bodies need oxygen.
Souls need space to breath and fly.
Bodies need exercise.
Souls need movement and expression.
Bodies need water.
Souls need to wash clean.
Bodies need shelter.
Souls need protection.

BEING human.
It takes time.

100 ft.

 Looking down

 FROM 100 FEET UP

To see.

Life.

According to a lookout observer.

My job is to watch and perceive.  

Per-see-ve. 

To look upon the land

and

inside of my soul. 

What fires await?