Wednesday, July 20, 2022

The Flipside of A Creative Life



 "The fullness of life comes from an identity on giving and joy." ~ Mary Pipher

Everyday we awaken to a new slate - a chance to rewrite our story. With the seasons of change, we either find ourselves immersed in the throes of love and laughter, or the pain and regrets of our past.

If anything that the loss of my daughter has taught me, is that life can flip in an instant! I went from being a loving mother of the most unique, beautiful creative soul in my only child- to a Vilomah- the Sanskirt word for "a parent, whose child has died."


Throughout my ten years of sharing posts on my blogs, I've given my readers a genuine insight to my grief journey.

Days where my bereavement felt as if it would consume me whole- to times of beautiful releases- in the Heart 💖 Pebble Movement I created- to honour my daughter's passion for rockhounding.
Recently, I have been sharing more about my beloved babygirl. Without realizing it, the grief that is forever etched upon my heart, began to re-surface and I was triggered. Before I knew it, a wave of emotions and swells of tears began to pour forth.
Often, our souls that harbour our heartache, reminds us that we are only human- perfectly flawed and overfilled with emotions that can arise at any given time.


During the time spent where I am working seasonally for the summer, I've awoken to sailboats moored outside my window of the floating house, I reside in.
In my workplace, I enjoy asking visitors/ our guests, where they have sailed in from?  and where are they going to?
I am fascinated by the boating world and have held unto another book idea that dwells in the heart of those taken with the open sea.

Another wonderful encounter, was when
a customer named Holly Vivian came into the general store, to mail off some of her magnificently created postcards ❣️
I fell in love with her whimsical designs and inquired if I could get her to create a half dozen postcards, for myself.
Holly happily agreed and I shared my own personal website: 


.... for some inspiration :)

Holly is also on Instagram. 

I love other creative souls who tap into their own passions and breathe life into their destinations- whether created on pieces of paper or carved into wood- their creations come to life in the beautiful designs that are formed by their hands and vivid imaginations! 💖

In typing this, I've needed to take a day off, as I had an encounter with nature that saw my feet collide with a large protruding boulder- in the great outdoors!

As my body reminds me of my age, I am resting inside, while the sun shines all around me❣️

I continue to remind myself how in an instant the flipside of life, can occur.

A lovely local woman, has kindly offered her massage skills, in a few days when the tenderness leaves me...

Being a part of the world that seems to be in its own natural state  is such a blessing!


Today, I pre-purchased a ticket to an upcoming event, I will journey to attend.

Canadian Author and broadcaster, Grant Lawrence, will be sharing some of his brilliant stories~ collected and penned into his books.



As well, his beautifully talented wife, Jill Barber, will be performing/ singing.

Video Link: https://youtu.be/K8m6c9ON8fI

In checking out her music videos, I was enthralled by her silky smooth voice, with beautiful tones that are reminiscent of a cascading waterfall, pouring into the vast blue sea!

Where I am right now is meant to be...as I share about Sitka, I am now hearing- to my absolute delight- customers/visitors sharing they have heard of my novel, "Under the Sitka Tree."
This humbles me to a place of utmost gratitude, for keeping the 'pinky promise' to my late daughter, Shayla, has always been my intentions as her mother. 


Where I am, is a beautiful reminder that the door that was before me, I chose to open as wide as I can...to see me connect with other remarkable passionate beings, each who 
are finding ways to pursue their own lively dreams...

"Morning, I see You in the sunrise, every morning.
It's like a picture You've painted for me...
A love letter~ in the sky..."

- Chris Tomlin 'Nobody Loves Me Like You do.'

By TL Alton
 

Friday, July 15, 2022

My Fantasy Island




Hearing a floatplane, take off on the ocean blue, outside my window in the floating house I am staying in...is something so amazing and surreal, my eyes affix to the beautiful vision, before me! ~ TL Alton


Everyday I awaken, I feel as if I am living a dream and in many phenomenal ways I truly am!


Over a month ago, I answered a work ad that were looking for good reliable, friendly people to work as a team, in their remote general store.
When I say remote...it took me over half a day of driving,  a freight delivery truck, a skiff loaded with my belongings and three ferries to get here!

For I am blessed now, to be part of working within a fabulous team of others, serving a remote community of locals and boats of visitors- from all over the world!


They have come seeking peace and the pristine beauty of the area; a refuge where supplies and necessities, along with a variety of treats awaits them.

Reflecting on the past few months of constant upheaval, dealing with my stress  and health care, I have arrived into a Cove where even the birds seem to have a more inviting chipper.

As I write this, hummingbird birds are feeding off the sweetness offered in a hanging feeder, right outside my window.
Returning to the workplace, after many independent jobs, has seen me once again flourish in customer service! I love people...I love connections and I love to hear where people have sailed in from...and where they are going.

My previous work in caregiving, landscaping and as a house/pet sitter has seen me shine in a sector where nurturing is essential to me.

Not having any children or grandchildren, due to my daughter Shayla tragically passing away at 21, has left such a void in my heart and soul.
Now, as I serve a bevvy of delicious ice cream to wide-eyed children, I marvel at how I am able to extend beyond my customer service, to see the pure joy and smiles that greet me, as I scoop...and scoop 😀

Those that know me, also know I am an 'open book,' and much to my joy and gratefulness, my team leaders/ bosses have welcomed me sharing about my first novel I've written: "Under the Sitka Tree"

www.tlaltondesign.com

To my absolute delight, I've had many of a visitor share how a loved one or a friend they know, have lived in Ocean Falls, BC.
This is the small, once thriving community, which inspired the setting of my book.

As I have just completed five days of working in a wonderful general store and the most recently celebrated 50 years of Refuge Cove being established, I am in awe of all they offer and the fabulous services provided such as fuel, showers, laundry, food/supplies and a postal service!


On my first day off, I set out to do my part in keeping my newly shared space clean, as I am a person who does not get along well...with alot of germs.
This all said, when I arrived here, the floating house was wonderfully beyond my expectations! Freshly painted and outfitted with three bedrooms, an open kitchen/living room space and a bathroom...the old Atco trailer I once shared (working in the Provincial Parks) with a multitude of  characters...seems far more 'rustic' than my current, beautiful seasonal residence!
In bringing over what seemed like 'everything, but the kitchen sink'...today I re-aquainted myself with my Mr.Clean, Lysol and sanitizer spray...scrubbing every surface until sparkling ✨️ 😊
I made sure to keep open the many windows, to allow the brackish sea, to settle within the home, I share with a fellow co-worker :)

During my two days off, I plan to dive into my new book, which seems perfectly suited for my environment...

As I finish typing this, I think of the five, glorious days I spent on a magnificent acreage in Mission, BC, prior to me starting my job. 
At the owners/hosts beautiful 1904 place of residence,  I was treated to homemade meals, endless stories, and a fantastic array of song and guitar playing! A lovely chocolate lab named Cocoa, playfully brought me her frisbee to toss.

One of my first nights spent in the sprawling farm/ countryside, saw me sit in my camping chair, gazing up at the blanket of shimmering stardust that enveloped me!

In the past month up until now, I have found my self-worth again, a purpose in returning to serving others and a pure joy in making some amazing connections!

In serving up some ice cream, a visitor asked about my journey and I replied...
"I live a Nomad life."
Shortly after, another visitor named Chris  came back and inquired what it is like to live how I do?




To me...I am a constant traveler; a believer and empathetic soul...an explorer and vivid storyteller...one who is now both embracing this beautiful chapter of my life and finding my worth among people who are also 'living the dream.'




By TL Alton 



Wednesday, July 6, 2022

Walk Away...

 


I've seen people holding onto nothing...

Broken dreams and broken chords
Running on empty, losing sleep
It's true...I've earned these cracks upon my feet...

Walk away from all that you know 
Walk away and hold your own...

And I've seen people holding onto something
Smiling, with no place to call Home...
In you, I see something so familiar 
My dear friend, so nice to have you home...

And this all seems unreal
Just how far we've come
Look in the mirror
Not sure who I was...

Walk away from all that you know
Walk away and hold your own... 


When you bow your head and wonder...
Tell me now, will it all become real?
Fill me in as I sometimes sit and wonder
Wonder how you may ever find your feet? 

Walk away...

~ Xavier Rudd 
"WALK AWAY" 

VIDEO LINK YOUTUBE: 

https://youtu.be/7GQvdgT6Eh0



Friday, July 1, 2022

Next Chapter...PLEASE!





I have travelled many a mile, in order to return to the one place I am at home within...the pounding surf fills me with the brackish sea and I feel my heart is complete. ~ TL Alton


There is no place I'd rather be than feet covered with the wet sand, caressed by the waves of the ocean.


In the past six months of uprooting myself, I have dealt with my health, faced my fears and stood my ground on many things.
If I am to be honest, I've back slid in areas connected to my past and found myself surrounded by the shadows, while I desperately fought to hold onto the threads of my spirituality.


When I walked back into places I had already been pulled out of... I was reminded that No matter what I've done that Nothing can separate me from the redeeming love of God!

For He is for me...not against me!

Along my journey, I've always carried in my back pack a tattered, stained piece of paper, I was blessed to receive years ago - back in Port Alberni.

A complete stranger walked up to me with the most beautiful smile and said: "Here, this is for you."


Over time, I have sat in the quietness of my car at night and wept upon this piece of paper, filled with God's words.
I have took it out in my tent, when I could not sleep and held it in my trembling hands.
When I have revisited my sordid past, and things seem too overwhelming, I have recited out loud the words on a page that is much like me- worn...
Yet the fire that burns within...is stronger and I find myself fighting for that little girl who yearned for the proper love of her earthly father.

To be held in caring arms and told I am a daughter worthy of the Heavenly Father's love.

My next chapter has come about only because I never gave up on myself...that the words of Psalm 147:3 are something that has a stronghold in my life!

When I trust in the Lord to lead the way with all my heart...I am NEVER disappointed!

I am embracing all of the new beginnings about to take place...
Knowing that when I have been brokenhearted, God's always been there with me...all along.

Taking a line from P!NK...I need the Courage to change...in order to reveal the strength within me. Most of all...I need to continue my daily prayers for myself and others who need them...

Recently, I had an outpouring of references given on my behalf, for an amazing and brilliant opportunity.

As I sat there reading the kind, compassionate words from others describing me, I felt the tears of Joy release...for I am my harshest critic and often do not give myself enough credit, for all I have endured....and...Survived!

As I pack up my things, once again on the move...this time  I carry those meaningful passages from dearest friends and former employers and I let them settle deep within the cracks that need to be filled up with light 💖✨️

They are my 'travelling companions,' on the next adventure that will see me rejoicing and relishing my new surroundings!

For when I delight in the Lord, he provides the real desires of my heart!

By TL Alton  ❤️