Fearless. Fun. Forever Mine.
Jessica. One name with so much to offer. I believe two things to be true in life. The first one is that if there is one thing we’re good for, it’s our word. The second is that if there is one thing that follows us, it’s our name.
Now over half my lifetime ago, she came into my world. She just walked right in. She didn’t knock on the door. She didn’t ask for permission to enter. She didn’t disrupt. I’ve attempted to remember the first time we spoke or how we came to be so close – that moment still escapes me. Perhaps because it was so seamless and knowing life without her in it would be a completely different life all together.
We all have these pivotal points that define us – she brings me many. Often, I start off my days with a few short words that are calling for my attention by the sound of my phone beeping. Ah! The sound of kindness. Who would possibly think of me first thing in the morning? And why? But she does. I see her take on life with all that she has to give and she does it so fearlessly. I have so much to learn. I wonder how one person can be so openhearted even when others have done her wrong. I wonder how one person can be so hopeful when there are no “real” signs to where she’s going. I wonder how one person can be so giving when there’s sometimes nothing left to give. And when everything changes, she never does. So bold! So robust!
I stand in her presence and feel her laughter shake all that is still. She finds ways to move a person and what they might have thought was solid ground. Who knew that freedom could be so easy? Who knew that so many tears came with laughter? And so quickly? Who knew I had such a thirst for joy? She’s contagious and her free spirited ways are unforgettable. Truly unforgettable!
The days keep on coming and she keeps on moving in strides of loving and living. I really do have so much to learn. It’s been said that God loves you just the way you are, just not enough to let you stay that way. She shows me just that. You mean the world to me Jess, you always have!
“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.” ~ Leo Buscaglia
Never Forget Where You Came From
In a time of automation and accumulation, it’s nice to be reminded of where we came from. It’s nice to be reminded of what was done before us by those who brought us into this world. A place of speedy net connections, high tech hand held devices and social networking as we try to make the most of our looping 24 hours days. Albertans continue to reap the benefits of natural resources and economic booms while other people in other places struggle with their dollar or start wars within their own borders. The “Alberta Advantage” has long since been with us and in 1911 men came from all over to work in the mines opening up in Alberta.
Just as we use dog tags in the military, they used brass badges that were pinned to their chest. At the end of each day, they were accounted for and any brass badge missing was a man missing. And they would lose one man to the mines about once every three months. Once a week, they’d haul into the wash house where they would clean up and retrieve their hanging clothes. It offered one room to clean up in, one row of shower heads, one sink and one furnace. The living quarters were probably no bigger than a 10×10 room but were probably more desirable than those who were still in tents.
Rumors of making up to $55/day attracted a flood of workers and immigrants. They paid the men 93 cents for every ton of coal and in 1945, the company had paid out over a half a million dollars in wages. Alberta continued to prosper in its coal mining industry until the Leduc Oil Strike in 1948.
As I walked through a display of our history, I found a humanity in it. A story (or many) of how we got here. Men who left their families to start up again with intentions to provide their loved ones with something greater. Men who learned a new language to work in some of the most dangerous and unhealthy of conditions. Men who had partaken in one of the biggest labor strikes and fought for their own worth. Women who had later joined the miners as World War I began. Younger children who had been subjected to child labor due to their conveniently small sizes and ability to fit in 3-5 foot high spaces.
The small tour I took gave me back some roots. We race against traffic every morning trying to get to our PCs so we can crunch some numbers, make really great powerpoint presentations and constantly move forward. In the midst of our ever repeating days, I wanted to share my own thoughts – never forget where you came from.
Fits & Giggles
I’m kind of a perfectionist. Some people I know would laugh at that statement and say “Kind Of?” I sometimes fight it but somehow always come back to my old ways. This post is my first attempt to defy my nature and finally create a post that isn’t just photos. Even if it does look slightly mismatched. Today is day 1 where I start to get personal with the world.
And I would like to introduce you to the two dogs in the ring. I heard someone say to me once “If you had a good dog and a bad dog in the ring, who would you put your money on?” I was surprised by the thought provoking answer “It depends on who you feed”. I remember how distinctively my outlook changed in less than 1/60 of a second. The only two words running through my mind were “So True”. Of course that was some time ago and much has happened since then but it still rings in my ears, especially lately. It’s those little voices that remind you of who you are or who you want to be – this is one of them for me.
Thanks to my lovely Andi, I’ve been re-introduced to a world of laughter and lightheartedness. At least once a day we find ourselves in a fit of giggles. We discover one thing to document in the little red book, something that’s worth revisiting. We could almost speak in code if we needed to but it’s been of no use yet. Instead, I’ll keep that neat little trick in my back pocket. Now I wake up with the opportunity to ask myself “What will today bring?” and often wish I had brought my camera so I could have made that one moment still – a keepsake if you will.
A dedication to Andi – a dear friend who has changed my everyday world for the better!
We’re Just That Way
Sisters! We can do whatever we want and we still love each other. In the midst of my “test shots” I still managed to get a few of my one and only Jessie.
“Sneak-rits”
This brings me back to when I was a little girl. I couldn’t resist reinventing the scene of little girls telling each other their “sneak-rits” as they are apparently called by my two nieces. Far too cute!
Mr. Kaden Sir
My son IS my life. And I’m sure I learn more from him than he does from me. Go figure. Our whole lives we hear “Just wait until you have your own.” Well now I have my own and I see myself in him time and time again. He’s my precious little man. He’s also my mirror. He’s lived a lifetime of being in front of the camera; I’m not so sure if he knows it any other way. So very much that he handles both my camera and lighting better than anyone I know. The best statement to date is when he walked out of the house on a snowy day and said “Wow! It’s way too over exposed out here.” LOL. That was the day after he learned his “exposure” lesson. Who knows, he might be my next assistant. So here’s my man-in-training. My son. My life. What I love most is that he’s getting his freckles (family trait). Yay
New Love
On New Year’s Eve I met some close friends of close friends. It’s a small world but it keeps expanding. Thank you Jen and Ken for the company. I can tell that you have “New Love” and what an exciting moment that is!
My Christmas
I have to say, this past Christmas is the best one yet. It took us two years for the stars to align and for all of us to find ourselves in the same room. Who knew such a small space could be so delightful. I watched the kids open their presents – only some of them got excited about their PJs. But who doesn’t get PJs at Christmas right? I watched my youngest sister get lost in love with her fiance. I watched my twin sister take her husband’s hand knowing they have another little one on the way. I watched my parents reconnect once again, even after thirty years. I watched my son trying to make sure everyone was okay and had what they needed. As usual, he’s always tending to others. I watched the love of my life find joy in the excitement and the faces of all the little ones. And I mustn’t forget – all three dogs sitting at his feet.
This year Christmas was fantastic! I’m grateful for everyone in my life more than you know
Jessie on a Fall Weekend
I started going through the masses of photos I’ve taken over the years and came across a few from last year. This is Jessie, my little sister, gracing me with her time on a fall weekend. We had fun, we always have fun. We’ve also learned not to pay attention to when people start watching and find us odd. Odd is good right?!







































