Monthly Totem: Spirit Animal of the Month is the Woodpecker

Once a month I’ll be posting a new Spirit Animal*. This is both for me to study and learn, but also to help inspire each month.

This month the animal made itself known to me within moments of moving into our new home, because they are everywhere around it.

The Woodpecker.

The first visit was a folly, one in my backyard on a tree. It’s not the first time I’ve seen a woodpecker, we had them in Indiana. However, this guy was persistent. For three days he returned. Then, there were two of them hopping along a branch in the next yard. I told them I got it, you’re here for me. I will learn as I can.  I haven’t seen them since, but I haven’t forgotten they showed up for me. So, I return to blogging, and my monthly totem with their powerful message(s) to me.

Opportunity knocks, so answer when it does.

I have been bucking a BIG transition at work. Fighting against it tooth and nail, railing and snapping, furious and angry-crying (I hate being an angry crier, I really do). I’ve been an outright bitch about it because I.Do.Not.Want.It.

It did not see it as an opportunity. I did not see it as a chance to grab something new. I saw it as an interruption to a carefully laid plan. I saw it as an INSULT. A way to demean what it is I actually do. It’s been miserable, and so have I.

The Woodpecker is there to remind me that success is there, knocking. This is actually a very good opportunity for me and my future goals. If I’m just willing to go through with it and use it to my advantage. I could even use it for a different job, and to insist on a raise in my current income. There’s opportunity there. I just need to open that damn door.

Activate your creative vision.

Woodpeckers see value in everything, including dead trees.  They tell you now is the time to get back to that project you ditched. Breathe new life into your creative self.

I’d been so lost in the anger and depression over the job front I was letting it steal joy from everything. I stopped writing, I stopped blogging, I stopped everything.

Listening to the woodpecker (and my bestie pecking at me like a woodpecker at a tree), I’ve returned to writing and the two of us are almost done with the book we have been co-writing (the second in our series).  I’ve also resumed many other creative tasks – creating new things for my Etsy shop (see link on the right and in the header), fancying up my altar for samhain, yarn-work of the crochet and knit variety, and now I’m resuming blogging.

Being creative helps my brain work better. It helps my mood.  It’s worth it to not forget that.

Be determined, focused, and see it through to the end.

This is going to be a very important message for me for the next two years plus. I’m about to dive into nursing school in January.  It’s not going to be easy. I’m going to be exhausted, busy, and really have no free time and very little of that weird thing some people call sleep…but I am determined to see it through.  I’ve had some amazing inspiration from some pretty damn amazing nurses in my life, and I’m excited for this next chapter.

And just like that woodpecker, I need to see it through until I get that nugget.

So, really, the woodpecker has so many messages for me this month, and I swear I am still uncovering more as I go along. I may have to revisit him, as I believe the woodpecker will be staying with me for a long time.

What animal is speaking to you this month?  Do they have lessons for you?  

 

 

*Disclaimer: I use the term Spirit Animal with deepest respect to the Indigenous people.  I have been studying under an amazing, powerful indigenous woman and I respect their beliefs in the highest. I use the term with much honor, and not as a joke or meme. I truly believe these animals come as messengers for me, and try to learn under them. Miigwetch.

Photo Fascination: My Weekly Winners

Over the past few years, I’ve found myself apart from my camera more than with. I missed the old days of the Weekly Winners with Lotus. I recently tweeted this fact, and she brought it back, twitter style…so I’m hoping that gets me back friendly with my good old Canon. For now I’ve committed myself to once a month, but hope that one day it will become far more frequent.

This week, I’m taking you to the Circle B Bar Reserve near Lakeland, FL.  My eldest and I went on a little hike there shortly after I moved down. Unfortunately, we had to share the zoom lens, and all of my actually good photos came when I had it on…so I don’t have as many as if I’d had my lens all along.

Anyway, enough of my jabbering. Onto the photos…









His Obsession Became My Revenge – Disney, Universal, Make-A-Wish

Once upon a time, Denver was an adorable tot.

No, seriously, look at that face…how adorable??

Okay, okay, that’s a baby pic, but don’t you wanna smoosh those cheeks?

ANYHOOZLES.

Way off topic here.

He was cute. He was the only child, grandchild, he was spoiled…

Which meant for approximately 3 years when he fell in love with the movie Mary Poppins I watched that damn thing, at least in part, EVERY DAY.

Let me clarify this for you…

Every day. For at least 3 years. At least 1095 days. I watched at least 20 minutes of Mary Poppins.

I grew to hate that snobby bitch.

I mean, sure she’s great on the first watch. Maybe even the second. Then you begin to realize her ‘practically perfect in every way’ rhetoric is just SO ANNOYING.

(For the record, I have since watched the 2nd and I do love the fun Emily has with the role. No offense to Dame Julie Andrews, whom I adore, but it’s a LOT of Mary Poppins).

Fast forward to 2014. We are at Disney for Kennedy’s Wish…and innocently wandering through Epcot…

When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a beautiful Mary Poppins standing innocently in midst of the UK. Not surrounded by millions of people or a handler, just…there.

You KNOW what I did.

I mean, how could I not?

THREE YEARS, people.

You bet your butt I forced Denver to get a picture with her.

You can see his extreme joy at being forced not just into a picture, but one with Mary Poppins herself.

A mother’s memory is long…and revenge truly is a dish best served cold.

 

What’s Next in this Oola Life?

Well, it’s pretty well known that my main goal that went on the Oola bus was to move to Florida.

And, here we are!!

It’s been a crazy two years, since I found Oola, and a crazier year since I got to put my dream on the bus!

At times I never thought I’d make it here.

At others, I remained steadfast and certain it would happen.

Now, as the chaos dies down and we settle into a bit of normality – something has been nudging me.

A new goal.

A somehow much scarier one.

One that I’ve denied for much longer than I care to admit.

A dream that I’ve talked myself out of any, and every time it has popped into my head.

I deemed it a passing fancy.

Something I was never strong enough to do.

I don’t have the constitution for it.

The persistent nudging hasn’t stopped, so I cautiously stepped out and told my husband.

Then my BFF, and my mother.

Yet I kept it close to the vest.

I told myself it was because this one was for me.

But really, in the end, I recognized it for what it was – Fear.

Ooh, that Oola Blocker of blockers.

Fear of what?

Being ridiculed. Failing. Being told I could never do it.

Once I recognized this, I knew it was time to say it.

So here it goes.

My crazy, new goal…

I’m going to school to become a nurse.

It’s in many ways so much scarier than moving across country.

But it feels right.

I Am Grateful…

As part of my Oola journey, I’m making an effort to be more grateful.  My daily planner has a place specifically labeled for Gratitude. I’d like to spread some of that love here, too.

I am grateful for –

Dominoes

Couches

Crochet

New jobs

Better jobs

New dreams

New schools

Cat being a cat

Overtime

Bonuses

Birthday fitbit

4k

Bugs be gone(ish)

Blogging friends old & new

Support

Studying

Sunshine amidst rain

40 days

Beach days

All my kids together

Wizards Unite

Pokemon hunting

Home.

The Intrepid Yarn Lover

I may have mentioned once or twice before that I have some crafting ADHD. In the past year, my yarn-bending has come out full force (along with my pendant making, but that’s another post).

To keep tabs on myself because I’ve had several projects that are YEARS old now (seriously, like 7 years).

Honestly, this months yarn check-in is much the same as last one…I’ve been working on it for YEARS.

But, it was meant to be worked on over time.

Just perhaps not quite this much time.

It’s called the Bee-Keeper Quilt.

You make a bunch of teeny-tiny (not really, but really) hex-puffs – or poofs as I like to call them.

Each hexagon is knitted, and stuffed, individually as you go along.

You make lots of them.

LOTS.

Like hundreds.

For a twin size I think you need something like 400.

I’m aiming for a queen sized quilt.

It’s like 1,000 of those –>>

I’m at about 150, I think?

After YEARS of off and on knitting.

I may finish this before we get our retirement home.

Or in time to be buried with it.

At this rate, it could be…