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Exploring the world through caring thoughts, the freedoms of guilt free emotions, and looking at the world through the eyes of someone elses perspective seeking to enhance and set free your soul by opening your heart and mind


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NEW TO LOOK OLD

 

I’m blown away at the amount of Chabby Chic that’s out there these days. It gorgeous yes. I love it, yes YES!!! However,  I do wonder why people charge so much when there are sites such as PINTREST, or even GOOGLE to answer any of your questions, needs or even desires on “how to’s” As a photographer and hobby blogger, I noticed that people aren’t saying anything…or maybe I’m just not hearing it.

Now, I’m like every other person out there….I wanna shop smart and be thrifty. There is a difference…NOT cheap!!! The way I figure it, if I can make it, I will. Chances are that I can, I usually will look at something and go home and make it better….Wayyyyyy Better!!! Why pay high prices for something when you can spec it to yourself. I fill my Pintrest acct with lots of hacks for women and people that may or may not be on a budget or like me….simply are addicted and loving bargain hunting to make something out of nothing!!! For all the ” Do it yourselfers”, Upcyclers, Recyclers, Homemakers, or just your average JOE…( no pun intended to any JOE”S out there) I say have fun, if you can do it…DO IT!!!

There are ways to make your own Chalk Paint, and craft fairs that wanna charge you ridiculous prices to come for a class. If you wanna do it….do it. Me personally, I wanna take pride in knowing that I customed made something on my own without help. I do take pride in that. I frequent the Thrift Shops, and the Antique stores or malls, and look for the objects that speak out to me to take them home and give them new life….I try to come up with something useful and one of a kind to do or use it for. Most times I do.
I guess that the cool thing…nobody has my things…no copies, mine are all originals!!

I got frustrated when I went to a tore to find out that they take new things and made them look old and sold them at old prices. Lets clear the air here….just because something looks old….doesn’t mean it IS old….and you shouldn’t pay OLD prices!!! I do it all the time. I enjoy working and being crafty when my health allows it and “antiquing ” an object. Its fun….but the reality is, stop paying full price for something you can do on your own!!! We all have skills….we all can do a hobby!!! Get out there and find yours!!!!  Leave your pocket book at home….save your dough, use your cash to buy supplies for yourself and quit giving to those over priced stores!!! Make your one of a kind treasure! You’ll be glad you did!!!

Your worth it!!!

 

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EAT, Drink, and BE WELL my Friends!!!

Cheers!!

G- Parkhurst


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The Stresses of a Womans World

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As a child growing up, I can remember holidays coming and going. The women in the kitchen while the men sat quietly awaiting their feast as the women cackled and talked in the kitchen slaving away. The men’s stomachs rumbling and the kids noisily played racing around the house and screaming at one another about politics or the current game on television.  I can recall the sweat on my grandmothers brow as she barked orders to my aunts and mother on the next much needed item or chore needing to be done.

Sometimes I recall those memories and I think to myself how incredible it was that these women had taken time in their busy schedules to make all this happen. My mother- a hard working woman that was a tom boy in her day until she passed, and could run a chainsaw better then most men, and never stopped working or took a break. She was always busy and believed that if there was light that there was no reason to waste time in a day, it meant “something” could be getting done and NOT to waste that opportunity.

My mother, much like my grandmothers seemed to NEVER take sick. If they were, they sucked it up and never let it get them down, or put on a show of helplessness to attract attention or gain sympathy from others. They kept trudging wearily along and finished their chores and finished their duties that were required of them. They took care of their families, husbands, their children too, then they made dinner and checked homework….cleaning up afterwards. NEVER  not once complaining about their jobs, or what was asked of them,  nor breaking down in tears or emotional distress in front of us at any time ( it was a secret or happened behind locked doors) or complaining they were to sick to “DO” anything.

They ALWAYS made time, even when it felt as though there wasn’t any…they made it happen!!

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Mt Adams

 

 

 

 

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Reflections arent always what you see…..sometimes, when your looking you see what you ONLY choose to see. Everything has a form of beauty in it…..look past outward appearances, and find what draws you in. You may be surprised at what you find.


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Jewels on a necklace

Jewels on a necklace
cut differently, you and I
all attached one way or another on a strand,
in life just touching one another briefly,
as we stroll through our lives journeys individually.
– G.Parkhurst

Thought for the day…….
Where does brilliance come from?
The body, or mind?
Heart or soul?
In which direction does it flow?
Lastly, just how bright do you shine to others?

 

It has been some months now that I have unplugged, and for good reason. It has been a bumpy ride, and I have found myself doing more soul searching. These last few months have left me in more emotional anguish, jobless, and in pain then I care to share. However, it has taught me one thing, that being that we are ALL invaluable. Some of us have never tasted the feelings of self worthlessness, some have. In any case, I have to say that no matter who you are, what background you came from, there IS purpose. What that purpose is, Im not entirely sure. Thats what your own journey decides in life. That will be another day. To be honest, I wasnt sure just how many people I have touched, and often wondered, should I stop blogging or sharing all together?? With that said, I will continue to share my thoughts on life, abuse, and emotional baggage as I have done in the past. I will also gladly continue posting my pictures everytime I blog just to  keep you all in high spirits. If you choose not to read my posts Im ok with that…..however, you may find yourself one day thinking back on something that I’ve shared that may have touched you in one way or another…..at least, thats what Im aiming for! Im not looking to become famous, or rich….just to be honest, and share in life journeys what may help someone, somewhere along the line in how to be more loving, positive, and cope more productively instead of just being numb and self destructing or simply on auto pilot going through life feeling no purpose. Im here, always have been…your not alone…never will be. You are loved….and you will always have a friend in me.

I wish for you during this time of seasonal change, the harvesting of a new spirit. Inner sanctum and peace, a place in your soul that you may tap into to get comfortable within your skin, and reclaim you and your life. Health and prosperity, love, and a kindred heart. Live life everyday with no regrets and love entirely, never give up, and dont hold back. Explore your mind, spirit, and soul with all you have….learn to put yourself first.

Until next blogcast…..Be well my lovelies….be well!


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Wondrous Spring

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The Tulips dance in the morning light

after they have slumbered all  through the night

to help put to rest those winter blues

and bring happy thoughts for me and you

Embracing their short spectacular life

living for just one thing

to bring forth, a Wondrous Spring!!!

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Photography taken by G. Parkhurst

Photos taken Skagit Valley, Wa.


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Clowns Cry Too

Clowns wear a face that”s painted intentionally on them so they 

appear to be happy or sad. what kind of mask are you wearing today?      

—- Anonymous

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Clowns Cry to.  I wonder why that is.  They are under paid and underrated I believe.  Its truly amazing how they can put on a show, forgetting their own lives, to  bring joy and happiness to others that need it. They are laughed at, mocked, and people snort and point at them behind their backs.  They are painted comedians.  What I find most interesting is that in almost all cases the clown or comedian has come from some form of tragedy.  Laughter heals they say.  I would like to meet the person responsible for this “so called” saying and ask him/her personally what makes him/her the expert on that.  So much pressure is put onto the person that is the abused or the victim.  We are expected to go through life pretending that nothing has happened or is wrong.  We are forced to set aside our own feelings, never dealing with them, and suck it up and move on.

“The mind is but a mystical dark circus;

we are nothing but a clown playing along to life’s theater.

Our faces delicately brimming with giggles;

painted in bright colors,

As we hide from the world…..

showing them only what they truly want to see.” 

— G. Parkhurst

There is much pain, sorrow, and sadness in most of us, as we trot along in life.  In most cases people are so oblivious they don”t even see.  In fact, is it that they don”t see…or wanna see?  Could they handle it?  Its a hard luck life,…….. no, a hard luck story.  No clown or comedian asks you to feel sorry for them. Just that you take time to understand them. To respect them and all the hurt that comes along with them.  Most often times, we are not seen or heard.  We dress to impress and put on our happy face, pushing aside those things that haunt us.

” I remain in the dark.

My face misrepresented by this circus of life, tormented by my emotions and memories.

My mind constantly working, never allowing silence or peace.

I fear the silence, it shreds my soul a bit at a time, never leaving me 

to stop entertaining the idea that I MUST continue to hide behind a mask.

For behind this mask of characters, nobody can see what truly pains me.

My heart is lost to the enchantment of each mask, intricately made, just for me, that I must put on and wear.

Im caught up in confusion, cleverly disguised as being a normal person.”

— G. Parkhurst

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I’ve heard people often remark that they are scared of clowns. Some petrified. Why you ask? Could it be that those very same people are in tune with their surroundings? Im not saying pedophile here….Im saying that possibly they see past the paint and all the make-up. Their intuitions prove that they see that there is so much more beneath the surface. What is it that they are hiding? What really is going on in their souls and minds? Could it be they see the pain, trauma, horror, abuse…or even evilness? Kinda scary to me.

The bottom line is that the next time you find yourself judging someone…look at them a little deeper with more understanding and compassion. Dont expect them to pick up…dust right off..move on…forget and forgive. It should be on our time, not yours. Try to get past the clown and see the person. Try to be understanding and get to know them. Listen to their stories and what they are really trying to tell you without speaking.

They are my heroes….and I there sister or brother. We are family. We share a commonality. We have a unwritten or unspoken bond,

I respect them and their jobs, they do it so well, and I like them, and so many others out there, who bring joy to others where there is sadness. Its a heavy burden to carry. However, when I put my mask on..its easier to focus my energy on your pain and sadness…then to face my inner demons and fears, i would rather forget about mine, to help you let go of yours! We touch peoples lives every day and forget about our own…casting it to the wayside. SO much so…..that we get lost in ourselves…some struggling to get out…others content in still wearing the masks…it no longer is just a mask…but has become and always will be part of who and what they truly are…….lost forever…what we wanna be…and wanna do…or ever wanna feel.

What mask are you wearing today?

I wish for you today a sense of inner peace and healing. Truly that you know that you are not alone and that no matter what mask you choose…..I love you for who you are, not which one you choose to wear. Dont fear the mask…embrace it and let it surround you and keep you. In it, you feel a sense of safety. Its ok. I wont and dont judge you. When you are ready, I and others like me will be here for you to help you, guide you, encourage you, and we will ALWAYS love and support you! Safe journeys today for your inner spirit…let your mind wander freely today, reflecting on which masks can be thrown out and which ones you still need.

Until next time my fellow clowns…..live to laugh another day, shed a tear , and always keep smiling!  ❤


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Lifes Adventure Treasure

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Galleries of rocks on this dried out old dirt filled road

tires turning as we slow to a crawl

stopping to breathe in the beauty

that surrounds us and envelopes our senses

mountains fade into the shadowed hills

as daylight turns to dusk

shades of lush greens meet the skyline

kissing skies of blue

grand heights of rolling hills and deep valleys watching over them

with loving care

roads are like dirt maps that litter the country’s hillside

forming mazes of past last adventures taken

lakes are seen as tiny dots brimming with hues

of blues reflecting the skies as the

sun glistens sotly dancing together bidding us adieu

rivers flow so mystically in hidden spaces

like lost priceless treasures

running freely and with spirit  in untouched places

take the path high or low

for in our adventures

doesnt matter where you go…….just go!

— Written on Miners Ridge Summer 2013

–G. Parkhurst

Photo- G. Parkhurst

Mt. Rainer @ dusk


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Broken Sparrow……………

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I am only a sparrow among-st a great flock of sparrows.

Evita Peron

If the wings of a bird are clipped it cant fly;

It will never be free to just be, its insides just rot and die.

Never to explore the world and all its glories;

to enjoy the skies, and share its stories.

It may always stay connected to the grounds below;

often trailing its own shadows simply to say “hello”.

Great adventures lie in the vast great beyond;

but this small creature doesn’t feel strong, like it belongs.

It cowers,and it whimpers, chirping its fears;

a language often spoken in different words which no one hears.

It carries with it burdens others simply can not imagine;

harboring its thoughts and emotions, locked secretly away in a far off forest in a rustic old forgotten cabin.

Its wings will heal in splendid grandeur;

it takes much love, time, and lots of candor.

For it must travel to far off places without fear or reservation;

the only thing that matters to this tiny creature is utmost self-preservation!

– G. Parkhurst 

” Never let your world become to small.”    – Shane Skusek

If the wings of a bird are clipped, it cant fly. This we know. It will never be free to explore the world and to enjoy the skies, or have most the freedoms that other creatures like it do. It will be grounded……connected to the Earth, never knowing what adventures lie out there in the vast great beyond.

What if you could somehow mend that broken wing?  What if you took it in, nourished it, harbored it, and gave it purpose again?  What if you helped it to become strong, resilient, to grow and encouraged it to overcome all obstacles in the foreseeable future?  Is it possible? You bet!

Do you think that once freed that this tiny creature would return unscathed?  If it returned at all?  What if the wings of the bird weren’t clipped but broken all together? Or, what if that very same bird….never had wings at all…it never knew any different?  Would it be unsure on how to fly?  Would it even try?  Would you give it confidence and teach or train it to overcome its fears?

The bird seems weak, frightened….and unsure. Without you and your knowledge on how to be prepared….it could quite possibly die. DO you show it compassion and speak its language?  Showing it mercy and love.  You have taken it in, accepted it for being different…and it you.  You posses the willingness to try and help another living being.  Its difficult no doubt in the beginning, but over time, it becomes second nature to both you and this living thing.  What if I were to tell you that for some…..with abusive backgrounds….or trauma, we are that Sparrow?  We are that living thing…that creature that’s so afraid.  Some may have had their wings broken and some never knew that they could even fly.  What if that being…..is you?

The world in its entirety is ever changing.  And we with it. A good friend …..my best friend said to me once….”Never let your world become to small Gwen.”  He is a smart man.  He never sustained any trauma or abuse that I know of.  Yet, he is so compassionate about the things that he couldn’t possibly understand.  His willingness to learn about my past and to understand it when I talk is impeccable.  He never judges me or criticizes.  Just listens and asks frequent questions.

Is he right?

I think that this reaches far more then abuse.  We teach our children for example that they should be proud of who and what they are. Yet, we ourselves look and want to be more.  Is this ok?  Im not sure.  I know this much.  Early on in life, we adapt.  We all adapt to change and over time accept it.  We give in to it.  Im not saying change is always good nor bad.  Just that we do it.  For example, if you were to take a picture of yourself as  child, the again as  teenager, college, wedding day, middle age…ect..ect. you would see that you have changed and adapted.  Some people I think do it out of feeling forced and others go along with it….some never at all…yet stuck in time. The world is full of possibilities and constantly ever growing. In it…we are with it.  We must keep an open mind. Never falling into the close minded thoughts or segregation of Victims, Abuse, and Violence.  Rather, carrying with us the desires to explore life, ourselves and to constantly change and grow with it. If you never try how will you know. Its ok to fail as I have stated before in previous blogs. If you never give yourself of someone you know that chance to be something great……you are breaking their wings and keeping them grounded.

First things first. Be content with you. Without being a victim, you couldn’t make it into Survival. Accept you for who you are. Its amazing and great that you want more out of life…we all do. What Im saying is that you need to make EVERY day count.  Im not a religious person….but there is a prayer that rings true for many people from ALL walks of life.

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Today’s personal lesson comes from the heart……bare in mind those out there that may be Sparrows….they may be grounded and lost. To afraid to fly for fear of falling.  Encourage them to live life, heal, grow, move on….and to fly free from those things that cause them to live in pain.

If you are fortunate enough to never have been in this position….then live life as you were intended…carefree…..and to the fullest. Make each moment count…like its your last!  Dont become grounded and fearful….instead be fearless…and remain adventurous and courageous!  Let these traits seep out of you and leech into others lives. NEVER LET YOUR WORLD BECOME TO SMALL!!!

Now go fly free my little Sparrow friends…..free to grow, change, live happily, and flourish into the creature you were intended on being!

I wish for you, pure happiness and joy. I wish that you find yourself, and grow inside to spread your wings and fly…..taking on new heights in life and becoming the adventurous kindred spirit….wild and free that your past has prevented you from becoming! I wish for you health, wealth…and personal gain…that you may be successful in your journey and wherever life may take you! You and you alone can embrace the necessary tools to use to your advantage and sing the song that your inner Sparrow sings!

Until next time…..be free…fly well, my little Sparrow! ❤