Perspective is Everything

This post was inspired by and for my brother Marc.  I've shown you this picture before...he was a Captain and a fisherman and so many things to so many people. He unexpectedly passed away on Jan 8th last year and is missed by many, near and far. 

It's not been an easy day for me.  I've cried many tears, wondering why I am so very sad.  You see, we weren't extremely close and in fact never had much to talk about together.  We tried, but our 'moments of connecting' were in bits and snippets.  He lived a hard life and persevered to move himself in a forward direction, which he did succeed in doing!  And then he died.  45 years old.  I wanted to tell him about the cabin and coming for a visit (I know he would have loved this place) but I never did.

He was my strongest inspiration to making the 1 year commitment to living our Log Cabin Life.  Life is short.  You never know what tomorrow will bring.  He was my most recent reminder to live life with joy and vigor.  (My mom died unexpectedly 25 years ago, and as much as I hate to admit it, it took another loss to shake me up again.)

Perspective is everything. 

Johny was going to help an friend with some winter gardening chores today and asked if I wanted to go along.  He reminded me I could go to a favorite Oak tree that was once a pre-Cherokee sacred ceremonial ground.  It took some time for me to decide to go, but I knew it was the right thing to do.  The Oak tree was peaceful, with only the sounds of the rushing creeks and the many birds singing in the trees.  I sat by the tree for a long while, speaking silently to my brother (and mother, I have no doubt their spirits are together).  I didn't really feel him beyond the serenity of the space...I think I was hoping for a spiritual sign of some sort...though I know they were both there.

I later walked to a pond, looking at the reflection of a tree...how distorted it looked!  It resembled the way I felt today...

Once I got home and looked at my pictures, I was surprised when I turned this particular photo around 180 degrees (this was a chance action on my part and not something I ever do with my photos, this is the only one)...there in the upper left of center was a small bubble in the water. 

I know this bubble was not my brother, but it did open my eyes to a different perspective.  More often than not, things are there that we don't see at first...take the time, change your perspective...you just might perceive things differently once you do.  

This is my brother Marc, some 24 years ago, when he got married.

Rest in peace my brother, Jan. 27, 1966 - Jan. 8, 2012.  

Thanks for reading my blog, you are the best f/f/r/s/f's, see you tomorrow,
Lise