2025 for me was the ebb to the previous years flow. Characterized by the turbulent winds of change. Heartache. Loss. Instability.
While the waters seem to have now calmed a little, it’s important to note that the storms that passed also propelled me forward. There was reflection, learning, grounding and development.
Resiliency stems from bending but not breaking. Anxiety stems from trying to control what can’t be. My guard is up but I’m learning to open up again.
I needed a reminder that nothing is permanent. Not life or love. Nor anger, nor turmoil. And certainly not death. Everything is defined by its opposite. Love can hurt. Grief can come with a smile. Life is only because death is also. There’s beauty in the complexity of our existence. Our Emotions. Our Perceptions. Imagine a life where it’s all easy. No conflict. No complications. No villains. No characters. What a bore.
So Change over the calendar and get ready to do the dance again. remember the wave may recede at the shoreline but the tide is still rising.
Before the relentless onslaught of winter storms take over my present state… I’d like to share this slideshow that I made for my Momma Bear. Together we recently retraced my father’s footsteps through his homelands of the central west of NSW. Starting with where he and my mother met in the Tumut Valley and the Snowy mountains, out through the wheat fields of the plains to his birthplace out near where the red earth begin to take over. The connection I feel is rooted deep in the red soils of the landscapes and continue to reverberate through me and have help steady my nerves heading into this winter of uncertainty. We pull confidence from our roots and knowing where we come from can help define the path forward. To share this experience with my Mom is something that I’ll treasure forever. Every tree she made me stop at to take a photo of… Everytime she tore off into a field likely home to many snakes… filled my heart ten times over and the memory of which deserves to live here.
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Like the fangs of the mighty Norse wolf, Fenrir, the Leaning Towers tear into the fabric of the Purcell skyline. Fenrir, son to Loki, is said to bring about the events of Rangnarok in Norse mythology and as foretold kills Odin in battle.
You can’t control the storm. No point in reasoning with it either. So batton down the hatches and let it blow over.
The winds will change and when they do, cast off the mooring lines, hoist the sails, grab the helm and plot a course forward. Change is the only constant. Long may your big jib draw. #kasloyachtclub #hrafn
We’ve lost a pioneer in our mountain community. A Leader. A Father. A Husband. A Friend. A Pillar. We are heartbroken. The words haven’t come easy. The stories we shared in your honour made us laugh, cry and laugh again. I went digging for photos and came across your smile. We’ve all seen it many times. It’s of you in your element, Stormy December pow. It’s the same smile that knows that I donkeyed a line and at the PM meeting the beer fine was payable in Glitterbombs. You put together one hell of a team that I am grateful to be apart of. Your passion for the mountains and skiing brought us together and lit a fire in all of us. You inspired us to approach the mountains the same way you did. Humble, caring and thoughtful. You taught us how to own our mistakes and learn from them.
When I first moved to Kaslo, I remember staring out the front window of my new house at the view across to the Purcells and wondered if I’d ever get the opportunity to ride what I could see from the living room… it wasn’t but a moment later the phone rang and the very next day… I was doing it. And have continued to do it. I’ll be forever grateful for all of it, Amigo. Rest in Pow J. You are loved, missed and celebrated. Even Loki turned it on for you today.
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