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My Year in Review, Through Authentic Eyes.

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A continuing joy to my every day is the visit from my feathered friends.

Deja vu closely followed the thought, “It doesn’t seem that long ago since I last decorated the house for Christmas”. I thought the exactly same thing, whilst decorating the house during December 2013. Where has the year gone?

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In May, this tree flowered profusely, to the delight of both myself, and the Rainbow Lorikeets.

 

And now, it’s the last day of 2014, and as I ponder whether 2014 has been either a good year or bad, I realise that, for me, it has been a year of learning. Everything has happened for a reason. And I haven’t resisted the changes that have occurred, realising that I am in the right place, at the right time, and everything happens just as it should, when it is ready to happen. The way it is meant to be.

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I love taking photos in the rain, the moody light adds so much warmth to the photos.

 

I re-read my first post of this year, remembering, as I have continually remembered throughout 2014, my chosen word for this year ~ “Authentic”.

I have planted a lot of old-fashioned hydrangeas in the garden this year.
I have planted a lot of old-fashioned hydrangeas in the garden this year.

We are old friends now, this word and I. At the beginning of the year, I felt their presence constantly. We had to get to know each other; we were virtual strangers, passing each other throughout my life thus far like ships in the night.

Cockatoos visited my garden on the morning of my birthday in May, when my dear friend, Keith, was visiting Australia and staying with me and my family for a few days.
Cockatoos visited my garden on the morning of my birthday in May, when my dear friend, Keith, was visiting Australia and staying with me and my family for a few days.

Oh how I had wished to jump on board that ship! My authentically beautiful friend must have known the feelings and longings of my heart, as this year, they did not give up on the hopeless cause of this mere human, filled with faults and uncertainties. No, this year, when the ship of authenticity drew up beside me, and threw out a life-boat, with just a molecule of trepidation, I dragged myself into the calming warmth of their being. And how quickly we noticed the way we could co-exist, half way between my physical life and the true soul of my inner being.

I have decided that Allamandas are the single most photogenic flowers in my garden.
I have decided that Allamandas are the single most photogenic flowers in my garden.

In contemplating a new word for 2015, I feel myself continually pulled toward my Authentic self, not wishing to leave this relatively new friend behind, as I venture into another year on earth. And whilst I know that my Authenticity will continue into tomorrow, and all the other tomorrow’s that in my life I will enjoy, next year will see a progression of my new-found contentment. What that word will be, as yet, I do not know. My word is still searching for me. Authenticity is screening every word that crosses my path, so when my word arrives, I can feel assured that the right extension of this year has found me.

When I added a hanging basket to the back veranda, a Noisy Minor thought the basket insert would be just the thing to add comfort to her nest.
When I added a hanging basket to the back veranda, a Noisy Minor thought the basket insert would be just the thing to add comfort to her nest.

As I cast my mind back over this year, the day before it changes its status to “last year”, my first thoughts are of Tess. Her gentle canine soul has warmed my heart during so many moments this year. I still feel the sting of tears when I remember her physical presence is gone, even though my Black Velvet girl sits beside me as I remember her love and loyalty.

My Begonia sits in a pot on the front veranda, and amazes me every year, as I watch the brown soil shoot new green growth into the world!
My Begonia sits in a pot on the front veranda, and amazes me every year, as I watch the brown soil shoot new green growth into the world…and further, produce the most brilliant flowers!

I know with every ounce of love in my heart that when my next fury friend is ready to find me, she will. But she isn’t ready to come to me yet, and I believe there is a reason why this is so. This year, in September, my son Adam brought home his girl, Forrest, and whilst I love this baby girl dearly, I know she is not for me. She is a loan-puppy, just the same as Porter and Bella, who moved back home with their “parents” in August. They will be leaving again when their new home is built, and the “family of five”, which includes the gorgeous Sammy cat, will settle into their own little spot of Paradise.

Tess has her own garden now, in a shady area beside the pool. I planted a Fushsia in Tess's Garden a few months ago, hoping it would be happy there, and as you can see, it is.
Tess has her own garden now, in a shady area beside the pool. I planted a Fuchsia in Tess’s Garden a few months ago, hoping it would be happy there, and as you can see, it is.

A part of my Authentic year has kept me away from blogging. My Muse completely disappeared for a while there, although for the first time, I have consistently kept a daily diary, the old-fashioned, hand-written kind, recording events of the day, both mundane and significant. A personal record of my year, which I will continue into 2015.

Father & Son ~ The mottled Magpie is one of three baby birds I had the pleasure of hand feeding during this year.
Father & Son ~ The mottled Magpie is one of three baby birds I had the pleasure of hand feeding during this year.

My Muse has pulled up the most comfortable chair right now, and is making themselves feel right at home on my right shoulder, (Tess is to my left,) sharing the words and feelings that have often escaped me during this year. Will they remain? Will 2015 be The Year of The Muse? Only time will tell.

During May, I helped my son, Ben, renovate his investment unit. The Tweed River runs behind the block of units where I found a peaceful and welcome oasis from the chores.
During May, I helped my son, Ben, renovate his investment unit. The Tweed River runs behind the block of units where I found a peaceful and welcome oasis from the chores.

Dear friends, as I feel my way into a New Year, I will share a small verse that I discovered the other day. The words struck a chord of love for me, as in spending the last year being true to myself, my feelings, my thoughts and desires, I have also learned to accept the flaws in myself, as well as in others. Mostly in others. Authenticity has invited acceptance into my world, acceptance of both people and events. Furthermore, a knowing that I create my own happiness, my own contentment, my own world. And so do you.

Another new plant in Tess's Garden, a sweetly fragranced Gardenia.
Another new plant in Tess’s Garden, a sweetly fragranced Gardenia.

This is ME….
I am not perfect
I live on the planet Earth where humans live
Humans are not perfect
Never have been, Never will be
So I don’t always wear the right clothes
I don’t always use the right shoes
My memory sometimes fails me
I don’t look like a fashion model
I don’t cook like a French chef
I don’t always do what people expect of me
I am human, I am IMPERFECT
But there is no one else like me in this whole wide world
I am unique, I am a MIRACLE
I am what I am
Nothing more, Nothing less
So therefore; Love me for what I am
Not for what you want me to be!
~Yvve Berglund~

Our pets live their lives true to Authenticity ~ we can learn so much from them, and they accept us, just as we are. :)
Our pets live their lives true to Authenticity ~ we can learn so much from them, including acceptance. 🙂

 

 

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14 thoughts on “My Year in Review, Through Authentic Eyes.

  1. This is such an honestly beautiful post, and many of your words really resonate with me. These words from Yvve Berglund also resonate and move me:
    I am what I am
    Nothing more, Nothing less
    So therefore; Love me for what I am
    Not for what you want me to be!

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    1. It’s important, don’t you think, to expect people to accept us as we are, and to also accept others as they are as well? It saves everyone a whole lot of heartache, if we do. Love to you, Carol, as another year ends. ❤

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  2. A wonderful, beautiful post. It seems your word for the year has served you well. It is already 2015 where you are as I type this comment, so happy new year to you!

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    1. Thank you, Julie. I’m so pleased that you enjoyed my post. I sometimes wonder if writing from the heart will be well received, but it is the time I enjoy writing the most. Happy New Year to you. ❤

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  3. “Authenticity has invited acceptance into my world, acceptance of both people and events.”

    Those words resonate so deeply with me, Joanne. After my father died, I found the words “It is what it is” and the silhouettes of two flying gulls burned into a slender piece of driftwood. The artist was selling her creations on the pier in Provincetown. It hangs in my living room now as a gentle reminder.

    I LOVE your photo of the gulls! It’s true, our pets and other animals do live authentically and and in the present moment, teaching us many things as we share our lives with them. Thank you for sharing your thoughtful year in review.

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    1. I wonder what attracts me to seagulls, Barbara, if perhaps there is an ancient legend or myth to their beginnings, or if good luck is associated with them. Maybe it is as simple as they are a reminder of the sea! I really don’t know, but I also love my photo of the seagulls (even if I do say so myself!) It is one of my favourite photos that I have taken during 2014. I also played around with the photo in black and white and sepia, just to see how it looked.

      “It is what it is”….that is a beautiful daily reminder for acceptance, and the way you describe the driftwood with the seagulls, and its association with dealing with the grief of losing your dad, sounds very special. ❤

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      1. I’ve heard it said, Joanne, that gulls carry the souls of sailors who have died and been buried at sea. If a sailor mistreated a gull he would be severely punished.

        In his song, Nos Da Cariad, David Gray sings, “The seagulls know the truth of it and scream it overhead.”

        Their cries can be haunting and melancholy, but I find some strange comfort in the sound…

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  4. Joanne, I have shared this marvellous post with a Blogger chum, Susan, whose latest blog post was about choosing HER word for 2015. I’d never hear of this concept of choosing a word in that way before I read your two posts. I think “Authentic” served you well. I’m still pondering my first word.

    Here’s Susan’s post about choosing her word: http://29blackstreet.blogspot.ca/2014/12/bitter-sweet.html

    BTW Susan has just moved to Lunenburg Nova Scotia. Google “Lunenburg” some time to get an idea of the amazingly colourful architecture there. The town itself is a UNESCO world heritage site.

    My gosh I am blathering on. lol

    Happy New Year kiddo.

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    1. I love your “blathering”, Sybil! But it isn’t at all, I love hearing what you have to say, and will look up Google maps and Susan’s blog post too. If you choose a word for 2015, please share it with us, won’t you? 🙂

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