Why….? – Victoria, BC – [02/26/2022]

When you fire that first shot, no matter how right you feel, you don’t know who’s going to die ~ Dr Who

You think you know what it is to feel helpless. And then suddenly something massive happens, and you realize you really had no idea at all.

Amras and I have dear friends on both sides of this horror. Most, thank heavens, are safely out on contracts. But not all.

But that’s not what this is really about.

I’ve never understood war. I still don’t. You can explain to me a dozen times over why this is happening, and I still won’t understand it. Perhaps I’m too naïve, perhaps there is always the part of me that’s still that little girl standing in the mud at the Cenotaph, trying to figure out…why? Why do people have to go out and kill each other? Just…why. To this day, no one has an answer for me.

You can explain to me a million times over why no one seems willing to help a country that has done nothing except try to join an alliance that was within their rights to want to join. People are saying it was because they had figures in government that leaned towards a certain despised political party ; and for all I know that may be true – but look anywhere in the world and you will find people with those leanings in positions of power. Heck, even look in Canada and you will find it. It’s tragic, and sickening but it’s sadly not uncommon. So why them? You can tell me it’s about resources…and I’ll ask again…why them? Is not peaceful trade for those resources an option? You can tell me that lending military aid will bring about WW3, and I will believe you, and the thought terrifies me because yes I know what that would mean…but that will not make me feel any less guilt ridden about them being left to die

The old song says “what is it good for? Absolutely nothing”…and I can’t help but side with that.

When you have civilians being forced to take up arms to try and fend off an army that is so very much bigger and stronger than they are. When musicians are putting down violins and picking up rifles…because no one else will help them. There has to be something wrong with that. Can’t you see there something wrong?

And then there’s me. This one little person in Canada who is looking at people on all sides saying “well if you’re so worried go and do something about it”…who has no money, no useful talents to lend, who isn’t even sure if she can give blood to the red cross…who is stuck just standing here, thinking of that one dear friend who may or may not get out through Poland…

Who is just standing here with the mental equivalent of her best shoes sliding in the mud of the Cenotaph and crying…

Because still…no one can explain to her why…

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Odd Anniversaries – Victoria, BC – [02/08/2022]

I was never really part of it. It was just something that I did okay? ~ A League of their Own

Has it really been almost two years?

The memories that are starting to crop up on my social media feed are starting to show the comments of “hey are you guys okay out there? Scary news with all this virus stuff”

Two years ago we still thought everything was going to be fine, that we were well out of harms way. I mean heck, we were in Antarctica! I was perfecting my attempts at taking pictures of seals!

It just…never occurred to any of us.

Back by Christmas, it was all supposed to be “back” by Christmas.

Now the line I used to work for barely even has an entertainment program anymore…and the job I used to love is gone like the wind.

How did two years go so…fast?

But in reality? Sure, I miss it. I’ll always miss it. But the honest truth is that I was ready to leave. I didn’t expect to leave under those circumstances (I mean hell, who did?), but I was ready to leave. The job had gotten to the point where it was starting to feel unbalanced, where it was starting to be something I did just for the money and no longer for the joy. There were a lot of sleepless nights and a lot of tears at the airport, I was no longer excited to fly…it was just something that I did.

I’m never going to not mourn for what was. You can’t have a life like we did for as long as we did and not miss it. In some ways, it still feels like I’m missing a limb. I’ll see a travel commercial and go “oh yeah I’ve…been there” and there’s always always going to be some bittersweet to that. I miss when it was joyful, and I’d be foolish if I tried to pretend that wasn’t the case. Because I can’t lie, I was part of it, it was a part of me. And I’m sure that even years from now, there will be days when I still shed a tear for it..

But as time keeps trundling forward, I try and make myself look at the memories for the amazing things that they are; even if there a little bit…painful sometimes. 11 years, and I saw more in just one of those years than most people see in a lifetime. I climbed the Great Wall of China, canoed down the Amazon, tasted rum in Hawaii, saw belly dancers in the Arabian Desert…there was so …so much. Most people…barely even step outside their backyard…or are lucky enough to see even one of those places.

In a few short months, I’ll be turning forty. I have to stare that in the face and admit that it scares me more than a little. That’s a big milestone number…and somehow there’s an awful lot of baggage that comes with it.

But some of that baggage? Yes, some of it is battle-scars, some of it is pain, but a lot of it? A lot of it is souvenirs from a really amazing first part of my life.

Of the days I thought would never end…and of the days that are yet to come.

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I’ve Found You Christmas – Victoria, BC – [12/25/2021]

Christmas Day will always be, just as long as we have we

~ How the Grinch Stole Christmas

No one will ever argue that this year has been easy, or that this Christmas was anywhere near normal. I’m sure my little corner of the world was not the only one where some of the decorations stayed in the box and the parcels under the tree were slim.

But for me? All that brings home is how …little importance the boxes and bags and glitter really hold. It’s the hard years that make us realize what the holidays – what life – is really all about. Its’ about your people, your …Pack.  The people who make up your world, are not always the people you expect.

This was probably one of the quietest holidays I’ve ever had. And yet, it was in some ways one of the most magical. Because even when the outside guests all have to cancel (for various reasons, not the least of which is social responsibility), and when your energy levels are low…it’s the moments that simply *are* that are the most precious. The moments curled up in front of the fire with my family, the cat not being able to make up i his mind how he feels about this whole tree thing, the gifts that may not be many but that were given with so much thought and love that they mean more than money can buy. The random tears and the more random laughter. The perfectly made tea in the morning and the overwhelming smell of oranges.

And that sudden magical moment when you realize that yes…it really is snowing.

It came without ribbons, it came without tags, it came without packages boxes or bags…but I will stand toe to toe with anyone who says that it came without gifts.

It was everything I could have asked for.

And I spoke some words to the close and holy darkness…

And I slept

Bright blessings everyone.

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Midnight Musings – [12/09/2021]

It was not the beginning. There are no beginnings or endings in the turning of the wheel of time…but it was a beginning.

It occurs to me that I haven’t had a lot to say lately. I realized a few days ago that I haven’t written a single word since September, and that’s very unusual for me…because I’m usually much more of a chatterbox.  Part of me wonders if I should just leave it at that and let the ending of my ship career mean the ending of my blogging as well.

But the thing is it’s not that I have nothing to write about. It’s just that the things I have to write about now are so…different than they were, that I suppose I fear that I won’t live up to the expectations of the few readers I have left. I mean, stories about puppies and tour guiding don’t really have the same ring as “hey guys I road a vintage car through Havana today!”

It was three years ago…Cuba I mean…but I digress, you probably get my point.

It doesn’t feel like three years ago. None of it feels like three years ago.

But I am still here. Right where I’m supposed to be. Just a lot more quiet these days. And I was right, to live…to live has proved an awfully big adventure. And not always an easy one, but then …adventures never are are they?

I won’t lie, this hasn’t been an easy year. There’s been an awful lot straining and pulling and tearing at everyone I know, myself included, and it certainly doesn’t help that we’re still seeing the world from behind a facemask – but I am also trying to realize that it has hardly been all bad. There is a pretty bright light at the end of my own personal tunnel , though I don’t want to risk jinxing it just yet. I hope to have news on it soon.

In other daily events, my clinic is decorating for Christmas, and we’ve had to get creative since we have basically no budget. But if there is one thing that living on ships has taught me, it’s that you can bring an amazing amount of joy with very little money. Right now I am printing out photographs of the animals that come to see us and turning them into ornaments for the tree. I wish I could claim the idea was mine but it came from a much more creative soul than I: my mother (hey, I give credit where credit is due).

It’s shaping up to be another odd Christmas. Money is tight and there won’t be a lot under the tree – if anything – but more and more as I get older I’m realizing that it truly isn’t about that. I give people things because I like seeing the looks on their faces, I like making them happy, but more and more I realize that there’s nothing I desperately need in return. I’ve got everything I really need, I’ve got people who love me, and a roof over my head, and a family that is…the most awesome family I could ever have lucked into (or chosen). I have a husband who’s my closest friend, who often looks after me much better than I look after myself and – despite all my bizarre broken quirks – loves me. And I’ve have somehow lucked into coworkers that I fit in with (seriously, after years and years bouncing from contract to contract I’ve found my roots at a little tiny vet clinic with a staff of 7…and I am fiercely protective of it). There is even talk of that longed for dog in a perhaps-not-so-distant future.

2021 has been a hard year. In too many ways to list. Twisty, turny, emotional rollercoaster ride hard…but it’s gone a long way to making me realize just what’s important. For me? My quiet little corner of the world is my dolly in the corner, and all I want is for it to be safe and protected.

And that’s the best Christmas present anyone could get me.

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Where were you when…. – [9/11/2021]

There are some moments in life that will always become “where were you when”…you’ll always remember that. It will stay with you no matter what.

For the generations before mine?

Where were you when JFK was shot?

Where were you when Elvis died?

Where were you when WII started? How about when it ended?

Where were you when we landed on the moon?

And then…

Where were you when the towers fell?

I was at university, gathered in a silent lobby around a battery operated radio, feeling like I’d been transported back in time to the 1940s. Baffled, confused…and terrified. And angry. Because events of this kind were supposed to be something from the past that we mourned, not something that we lived through now.

Every year this day is difficult for me. I’m never quite able to explain why…I didn’t have family New York, at that time, I didn’t even have many friends there. I had no close personal connections to the event. And yet, the sheer magnitude of it continues to bring me to tears year after year. The memories are as fresh as if they happened yesterday, and the waterfall of emotions doesn’t seem to necessarily lessen all that much with time. Perhaps things like this just take more years than we’ve had to process them completely.

I am nearly at a point now where I can admit that much of those tears are tears of anger and frustration. Not at whomever caused the tragedy, but at its aftermath. In the months after that devastating day…while the world was picking itself up and putting itself back together…we had a choice. We could have held onto that spirit of unity, of brotherhood and support and the world would have moved in such a different direction. But that’s not the direction that we went in, and it’s always made me wonder…why do we as a species always seem to choose the path that piles death on top of more death? When it is so very clearly not always necessary.

And even now, I see the whole thing happening again. Last year we had another chance, and another choice, a chance to see what the world was like when it started to heal and allow that healing to continue…but as soon as we had the chance…that was not what we chose.

I suppose today I feel just like I do on Armistice day, the small child with fancy shoes standing in the mud…with still no one able to explain to me “why”…

Please…always remember that you do have a choice. Every day. And please, whenever you can, just…choose to be kind.

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Journeys to the Edge of the Rainbow Bridge

 Just this side of heaven is a place called the Rainbow Bridge

I love my job. I do, more than practically any job I’ve ever been lucky enough to have (and yes, that means that in some ways even more than when I travelled the world for a living). I…get animals. I suppose I always have on some level. Animals make sense to me. I have absolutely no desire to be a full-fledged veterinarian, and I have neither the time nor the money to do so even if I wanted to. But I suspect that vet technician school is in my imminent future. Because to be able to help those little people in fur coats, to be able to ease their pain…that is something I will always consider a useful way of spending my life.

But there is…that one thing.

The cold hard facts are that pets do not live as long as us. The lady I work with told me in about my third week at the clinic, that “one day, if you do this long enough, you will bring them in to their very first vaccine appointment, and then in the blink of an eye, you’ll be the one giving them that last ever shot…and whatever you do, you can never ever cry in front of the client. You mourn after…when they’ve gone.”

In my four or so months with the clinic, I have already seen the ‘tale of the empty cat carrier’ several times, and it’s never been easy. But it’s been made easier by the fact that these were not animals I know, they were not clients that I had established any kind of relationship with. There was shared acknowledgement of sorrow, but very little in the way of what could be considered personal grief.

And then there was the 13 year old Cocker Spaniel whom I did know. Who I had watched slip and slide across the floor as she resisted going into her appointment like a sulky teenager. Who I had picked up and held steady on the table. Who had a weak heart that finally gave out.

That one was hard. But it wasn’t that hard…it was…bearable.

But then, today, there was JL a little tiny chihuahua, who weighed less than two pounds, who had sat snuggled against my chest shaking with fear when we were still doing contactless appointments, whom I had soothed and carried and told foolishly that everything was going to be okay. Who had only been in his new forever home for 9 months…whose Dad loved him so damn much that he travelled cross country to find treatment for him…who rallied. He rallied damn it…

And then he didn’t.

I’m sorry to have to tell you this, because I know you had become attached to him”

The one thing that I find so damn hard about this job…is that I really really wish the rainbow bridge had visiting hours.

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Live the Life You Choose – Victoria, BC – [07/22/2021]

Just tonight I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me?
[…]

Oh my friend we’re older but no wiser
For in our hearts our dreams are still the same
Those were the days my friend…

I haven’t written a lot lately I know. I’ve been quiet. I wonder at this point if I really have any readers left but hey…I’ll write anyway. And that’s not really intended to sound melancholy. Well, not really.

This last year (or is it a year and a half?) has had all of us growing up very very fast. Even those of us that were already supposed to be grown up. In some ways I have had too much change to write about and in some ways I’ve had…nothing to say. What do you say when you’re used to writing about crazy adventures that even included swimming with sharks?

But here’s the thing: You know how often I’ve said that life is an adventure? That’s something this last year has taught me with a very firm hand. And the thing about adventures? They are not always fun and easy. If they were, well….that wouldn’t be very adventurous would it?

What I mean is…anyone can have an adventure when you’re travelling the world and rubbing shoulders with famous people in the buffet lineup. When every day is different and every morning brings a new city and a new place to explore. I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss that terribly. Some days I miss it more than I can bear. But more often now…I look out at the water across the street and I smile a little, and tear up a little…and am nothing but grateful for the time out there that I had, and the way those waves shaped me…and how, eventually, whether I was ready for it or not. They brought me home. And I stare a little while longer…and then I turn around. I turn around and go inside to explore the adventure in the life I have now. The husband that loves me, the unpredictable craziness that we are going through (which yes, for those of you who know all the details is definitely an adventure I would prefer to soon take a different course). The joy that I take in the job that I have now. The plans for the future may not be what we expected, and it sure as hell isn’t easy but…I’m still me.

These  days, the joy in my life comes from seeing the people I love, who I went for such a long time without seeing. It comes from the smiling faces in my tour groups, and from the warm weight of a puppy in my lap at work (Freya how I love that job). It comes from having someone to come home to. From having a garden to plant and a home to look after. From browsing bargain bookstore tables and falling asleep while watching reruns of 60s sitcoms. It comes from actually starting to get clients who want to pay me for the stitching hobby I’ve had for years.

It comes from finding the little bits of light in a world that yes – is really oh so very dark sometimes.

All of that may not be much to write home about – or to write here about – but it remains an adventure none the less. And it is anything but a predictable one.

So just because I’m quiet, don’t think that I’m gone. And please don’t disappear altogether. These pages may not contain the wanderings they once did…

But really…and I know how many times I have said it before…to live continues to be an awfully big adventure.

Keep on fighting.

And remember, even in the midst of the fight…babies you’ve got to be kind.

 

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Trusting Instincts – Victoria, BC – [05/15/2021]

Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I’m tired of playing by the rules of someone else’s game
Too late for second guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It’s time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes…and leap
~ Wicked: The Musical

Another turn on the rollercoaster in what appears to be a very up and down year…but this turn is well…it’s definitely turned out to be a good one.

Most of you know that for years now I’ve been working the same retail job in between contracts. I’ve actually been with the same store on and off for well over a decade.  It has been an ongoing part of my life for…well what feels like forever; starting just when I was entering university. I had been with them through two owners, two locations and countless staff changes. Me and my father were what I came to think of as “the originals”…I didn’t really think that  I would ever not, in some sense, be at that cash desk.

But when I returned from my stint as one of the ‘stranded crew’, something had…changed in me. It wasn’t the job that had changed, or the people, it was…most definitely…me. The odd pressure that comes with retail put me on edge more often than it used to, I couldn’t handle the crowds or the up and down tension levels or (and this is the strange one) the noise. All in an instant the “fall back” dayjob I had always always had, that had never – when the chips were really down – failed to be good to me and had always been there to pick me up and welcome me back…wasn’t good for me anymore. I was coming home sore and mentally exhausted and I simply…wasn’t myself.

With a lot of outside pressures in my life that I can’t currently control, and with my job at the cruise line and still sharp-edged memory, I had to face up to the fact that this was something in my life I could change. So, with equal parts regret and – eventually – relief, I started casting around for another position. Something I could stick with and learn from. Something that was more…in my current headspace.

And at first, for weeks, I found nothing. To be fair, I wasn’t looking that hard. More just casting around in the hope that something would pop up.

Then, quite out of the blue apparently, something did! And despite the fact that I was absolutely terrified – because this was a very big change at the end of a very long list of big changes – I went for it.

Which is how – yesterday – I found myself holding a squirming 9 week old puppy, who was quite intent on licking my nose; while getting her checked in with the vet for her afternoon check-up.

Yup, I’m now working the reception desk at a vet clinic. And I am loving every minute of it. Admin work and working with animals? Yes please!

I’m not saying that everything is suddenly all sunshine and roses…but things are finally starting to feel much much better. And I can see a small amount of glimmering light at the end of a very long tunnel.

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It May Have Been A Headache, But It Never Was A Bore – Victoria, BC – [03/27/2021]

Thanks for the memories
Of candlelight and wine, Castles on the Rhine
The Parthenon and moments on the Hudson River Line
How lovely it was….

I feel like I have to say something, and yet I really don’t even know where to start. There’s too much, and not enough all at the same time.

But I have to say something.

So here goes…the entry I didn’t think I was going to write for a very long time…if ever at all.

Ten years ago in April I walked up my very first gangplank to begin work on ships. I was young in so many ways, and absolutely terrified. My time living in the UK had in no way provided me with training for the world I was about to enter into. A world of politics and drama that was also a world of wonder and splendor. When I first boarded I didn’t even know where I was going. The fellow who had hired me had emailed me a lot of paperwork about what to expect. But let me tell you this, there is no amount of paperwork that will ever prepare you for standing in the middle of the elevator bay in the I-95 corridor wondering what the heck is going on or even where you’re supposed to put your suitcases! Thankfully one of the youth programmers took me under her wing and showed me where everything was, all this time later I’m ashamed to say I don’t even remember that girl’s name; though I still have her picture somewhere and I would have been totally lost without her.

I remember walking down the deck talking illegally on my cell phone, babbling to my mother about how amazing this job I’d stumbled into was. I remember vividly telling her that I had just had quail for the first time. I remember looking out at the waters of Mexico for the first time and thinking I had never seen anything that blue.

It was all so new. And it would be a very very long time before the amazing started to become common place, but at the same time somehow never got less amazing.

Thanks for reminding me, of rainy afternoons
Swingy harlem tunes, And motor trips and burning lips
And burning toast and prunes
How lovely it was
Many’s the time that we feasted
And many’s the time when we fasted
Oh well, it was swell while it lasted
We did have fun….
And no harm done….

Over the next ten years I led the most incredible life. I was ‘adopted’ into the flagship family, and I had travelled around the world 4 times before my 30th birthday. I sand boarded on the dunes of Arabia and rode camels in the shadow of the pyramids. I swam with dolphins and knelt quietly in the water while stingrays swam into my lap in Moorea. I climbed the Great Wall twice and marveled at the silence of Japanese temples. I walked the beaches of Bora Bora and climbed the glacial trails of Alaska. I climbed the mast of a tall ship in Australia and skyjumped off of the tallest building in the western hemisphere.

I howled with the wolves at the Alaska Zoo and listened to the lions roar at the Melbourne one. I came home with the what felt like a large part of the Melbourne street embedded in my hands after I fell off a rented bike on the way home.

I’ve even explored Middle Earth.

I stood hand in hand with Amras and cried at the lightshow on Sentosa Island in Singapore. I (and later we) went to every single theme park we could find. I’ve been to every Disney park except Shanghai.

We watched fireworks from the deck and drank rum cocktails at Margaritaville. We motored through Havana in a pink vintage car and danced to local bands in near-empty cafes.

I walked the footsteps of prisoners on Devil’s Island.

And I stood next to the graves of the Titanic victims in Halifax.

I met the man I would one day marry.

I made friends that will last me a lifetime.

And so…so much more. More than I could ever ever describe. More than I have words for. But that I carry in my heart as part of this incredible journey that…as much as I kept saying that I was done with it. That I wanted to be normal. That I wanted to stay in one place…that I didn’t think would ever actually end.

Or if it did, I expected – as anyone would – that it would end on my terms. When I was ready for it to.

And then…a few days ago. It did end. Probably forever. At the very least for the next long while. A whole endless journey ended by a little tiny virus cell that is smaller than the eye can see, but that has shook the entire world and brought what I still thought of as my industry to its knees.

The pandemic  ground the cruise industry to a halt, and the latest victim of it was the partnership that kept my job at the line secure. The entire program was folded with an email. My boss, my friends…all of us…after so many years, have been simply cut adrift like so many others.

There is so much I mourn, and so much that I will miss. My heart is broken on a level that is hard to explain and there is a lot of fear that I am simply trying not to look at too hard.

For those of you who have been wonderful enough to express such strong support in what is a very very challenging time, know that I am grateful. And for those of you who have been asking the understandable question of “what will you do now?”…please…don’t take it personally when I don’t answer…I don’t answer because I don’t have a better answer than “I don’t really know”

But for right now there is one thing that I can say:

We had a fantastic run. And I have no regrets. I have memories that will last me for the rest of my life. And I consider myself so incredibly lucky to have been able to do it at all.

And we will see what the future will bring. After all, to live is an awfully big adventure.

So thanks for the memories
Of summers at the shore
Nights in Singapore
It may have been a headache
But it never was a bore
I thank you so much

We who could laugh over big things
Were parted by only a slight thing
I wonder if we did the right thing
No doubt we did, of course we did
But thanks for reminding me
Of midnight in Mormarte, Galleries of Art
We travelled with the smart set, so I guess that we were smart
I thank you so much

And strictly entre-nous
Darling how are?
And how are the little dreams that never did come true?
Awfully glad I met you
Cheerio and toodle-loo
I thank you so much….

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How Do You Measure? – Victoria, BC – [03/16/2021]

In the truths that we learned
Or the times that we cried
In the bridges we burned
Or the way that we died?

How much can change…in a year.

A year ago this week Amras and I were in Rio, climbing Sugar Loaf Mountain, and taking in the insanity of colour that is Carnival. A few weeks before that we were watching tango in Buenos Aires, during one of the best weekends in my recent memory (really, a girl could get spoiled with Valentine’s Days like that), a few weeks after we were in the Amazon, cuddling baby sloths and staring in awe and giant water lilies.

And everything seemed so safe and secure and what was happening in the rest of the world was still so very far away; a ghost at our heels, not really touching us. Or perhaps we just weren’t acknowledging its shadow looming ever closer. No one knew what was going to happen next.

Then…word started trickling in that things were changing out there. Things were getting weird. Things were getting scary.

Then one day in March we were in Barbados, trying to snatch one last moment of sanity before everything inevitably exploded when…everything did.

And oh how our world turned upside down.

Canada closed it’s borders. The cruise lines shut down and the whole world turned it’s back on us. Leaving us lost and drifting for…well for a very long time.

And then they finally got us home, and we could breathe easy. We were at least safe, secure and not floating anymore…

And then…well…

We were supposed to be back by Halloween, then Christmas, then…spring…then…well now we don’t know. There is so much we don’t know.

And right now, I’m just sitting with that a little. Even though for the most part we’re doing pretty well. Much much better than we could be all things considered but still..

We didn’t ever expect it to be…525,600 minutes.

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