A Future Electronic Scrapbook of My Past

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After pulling the Empress tarot card and attacking my crafts room, it became clearer and clearer to me the things in my life that are important. The "stuff" I don't want to let go of. The "things" I want to protect.

I have learned a lot from the move to the east coast. I found out that there are things that sometimes disappear when you move that you can live without and others that drive you crazy. For example, we lost all the hardware to our many bookcases so we had to go out and replace all of it and put everything back together again ourselves (meaning my husband had to do all that work). We lost one of the back legs of our couch which now rests on a plank of wood.

What I have not been able to live without is all the CDs I burned with the photographs of my life on Vancouver Island on them. At first it was not so bad because I had my laptop but then my laptop would not turn on. I have gone through everything in our house, searching for the CDs for three years now. After I tore apart my crafts room I went through our hall closet, the furnace room, the linen closet... everywhere I could think of. They appear to be gone.

What really freaked me out recently, taking my anxiety over-the-top, was not being able to find the photos of our move out west. I started to feel like my past was crumbling apart. That maybe it never happened? I know now that above all else, my photos and stories are the number one "thing" in my life. Once I realized that, I started to move everything photo-related into my crafts room. All over the house there were loose photos without a home, no focus.

The more I started to locate them centrally in one spot, the more I found and what treasures I discovered! Most important, I finally found our photos of the move out to BC. Thank goodness! My husband also managed to resurrect my computer from the dead... Everything is coming together. Becoming alive again.

Above you will see some of my favourite photos. On the top left you have the upper English garden of Hatley Castle. I used to wander that stone walkway and look up at the vines that grew along the top. One day there was an owl feather trapped inside the vines. On the right is a spooky day in Vancouver where the fog rolled in and made everything look so magical. Below of the left is a giant tree I used to walk by on the way to the women's circle I used to go to and on the right is a weird photo that I took of trees in front of the lagoon. That colouring wasn't me, the photo really came out that way which is why I printed it.

So I have come to a decision. It is important for me to tell my story of my move out to BC. I have learned that I do not want to lose this story of my life. That things can disappear and be gone. So I am going to record the most important decision of my life, marrying my husband and leaving Ontario one week later. I hope you enjoy the story. I am looking forward to sharing it.