I keep getting the song ‘Hello’ by Adele stuck in my head. I keep playing it on YouTube over and over again. Do you ever do that with a song you like? Just keep replaying it until you’re finally sick of it, or move on to another one and then start listening to the new song over and over again? The phrase ‘I’m in California dreaming’ keeps getting stuck in my mind. I recently went down there just to get away. It was wonderful to be warm again and see sunshine and flowers and ocean beaches. I realize I’m on the train to Brokeville, so it may be my last trip on a plane for a long while – but it was so good to just escape my life that is falling apart around me, and just be free! It’s raining here in Oregon, things aren’t any better at home. In fact, they may even be worse, but somehow despite the fact that my soul feels heavy from the weight of all the things going wrong in my life right now, my heart feels light, as I’m still in California dreaming in my head…
After a scare with breast cancer a couple of weeks ago where I ended up needing to go get a biopsy – only to sit worrying or trying not to worry until the Dr. called and said the results were negative – I found myself down in Portland at Fubon Marketplace trying to find a place where I could buy soursop fruit. Apparently the soursop fruit has an active ingredient that is 10,000 times stronger than chemotherapy. So I figured why not try and find the fruit and incorporate it into my diet as a preventative measure? Sadly, I have yet to find it. And I’m sure if I went back to Papua New Guinea, where I grew up as a missionary kid, I could find it quite easily as I remember eating soursop fruit while there. But, alas, it is hard to find in the States…
So, after driving all the way down to this Asian Marketplace which I was hoping would have my miracle cure for cancer, I headed over to Mt Tabor reservoir in Portland on a rare warm, sunny winter day. I’ve been wanting to go take pictures of all the medieval looking architecture on the buildings around there. They look like they belong on ancient castle grounds. The only thing missing is an ancient castle to go with the outlying buildings. They drained the upper reservoir and it is no longer used as a water source for Portland. The lower reservoir still has water in it, which made for some wonderful photo opportunities with water and reflections. Ah, bliss! However, they were doing construction on one side of the lower reservoir, so some of my photos looking in that direction ended up with the bright blue honeybucket in the background. I turned some of those into black & white or sepia toned photos so the construction area wouldn’t stand out so much, and have not chosen to put them on my blog. You can find them on my Instagram. Ha. I may have to go back some day when the construction is done just to get better photos looking toward the construction zone. Here are a few of my photos from that day:
I find myself drawn to interesting bird houses when I’m out walking around. I was doing a bird house search at my friends house earlier this month because there were so many of them hanging from trees, nestled inside the branches. I don’t often find birds actually using these cute little homes we make for them, perhaps they are more for us to enjoy than the birds, whatever the case, I love the whimsy of them.
I love barns and always think about stopping to take photos of them, but usually I am on my way some place and don’t bother stopping. When we were in Michigan a couple of years ago, there were barns everywhere that I wanted to take photos of. But, alas, we were only in town for less than a week for my cousins wedding, and we were always too busy to stop and take photos. It would be nice to go back some time and be able to stop and take photos at a more leisurely pace. Last week I stopped to take photos of a couple of beautiful red barns on my way home from a friends house, and I realized I really should do that more often. Here are some of my own photos and a few more I liked.
Lighthouses are used to mark treacherous paths through the ocean. They can be seen as a warning in daylight, but the light shines brightest in the darkest hours of night. As an actress, I’m learning to be more like the lighthouse. To shine through the darkness. Sometimes we hide pieces of ourselves, not wanting those around us to see who we really are, but, like the lighthouse, if we let our light shine through the darkness, we can warn others of potential hazards so they can steer clear. When acting, this is 10 times more important because, in order to play a role, we have to let parts of ourselves out. Our pain, insecurities, brokenness & fears as well as the good things: our hopes, joys, dreams. It’s easier to let the good parts of ourselves out, but in order to really shine in acting, the bad has to come out, too. I strive to be more like the lighthouse in my acting. To shine brightly through the darkness, even when I feel like I have nothing to give, to give it anyway, becoming a beacon of light shining brightly for others to see.
I recently went on a trip to the Pittock Mansion in Portland,Oregon. I didn’t go inside the mansion because it cost $10, but it’s free to walk around the grounds, so that’s exactly what I did. It has beautiful views of Portland’s skyline & lovely flower gardens. Throughout the year they have 2 for 1 admission, so I’ll have to wait for one of those days and go back and visit with a friend another time. But there is still a lot of loveliness to see just walking around the grounds. Here are some photos of the lovely architecture, flowers and view on the mansion’s well manicured lawns.