After Jim's death...it took me a while to recover, to be able to think again, to do anything but just motivate myself to get out of bed and move forward like I knew he would want me to do. So, now today, it's been 8 months and I am moving forward again.
Thanks to the constant support of friends, I've renewed my efforts to continue to follow a path of creativity which has been so fulfilling in the past. I've decided to discontinue writing on this blog and move my efforts over to a blog which bears the same name as my small business, VJ Hurst Creations. So, if you've followed this blog in the past, Thank you...you've inspired me and your reading my blog regularly kept me wanting to write these last 8 months...something I was unable to do until November. I am slowly working at getting back into it and my writing group's anthology is JUST about to be published on Amazon and CreateSpace!
So, please move on over to my new blog on blogger...it is located at vjhurstcreations.blogspot.com. I just announced a brand new project...my 2016 Photo Wall Calendar which I think turned out very nicely. Info about ordering is over there. Slowly, it is getting going ..it has a new look and I hope a fresher feel to it to mirror my new life.
If you are on Facebook, please like my page VJ Hurst Creations and I hope to do more YouTube videos, so good luck finding me on that social media platform...if you do, please like my VJ Hurst Creations channel.
Jim, I think, would approve....
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Sunday, May 10, 2015
|Jim in his new leather jacket hamming it up at home, April 2015.|
|Tree Swallows at Magee Marsh, Lake Erie Beach 2015.|
|Jim & Vera in 2002|
He was someone who enjoyed that vital cup of coffee in the AM as much as I did and often brought me one as he was always up long before I was...we laughed a lot so when I see other's laughing I remember our private jokes gleaned from funny or irksome things we did ...we made them into jokes so that they wouldn't be bones of contention between us but reminders of the fact we all have aspects of our personality that our mates must accept ...the good always with the irritating...all made up the complete package...one without the other would a different person make. So, often, I find myself remembering that we made each other laugh. How small a thing that seems but often was the glue that held us together.
Contemplating things that we said to each other and words of wisdom he said to me...I realized that his quiet strength lay in his ability to "see" a person for who they were, accept them and then solve problems based on what he heard while trying to understand not respond. This is a giant a-ha ...he learned this from years of introversion and customer service jobs where fixing a machine could safe a person's life.
|Jim with his smallest concern....how to hold on to Aiden as long as allowed.|
|Jim, Vera, friends, Matt & Anna at Harper's Ferry 2003|
|Still lovin' every minute of it.|
|Me now, still smilin' - walkin' the journey thanks to supportive friends....Photo credit: J Andrew Davis Photography 2015|
Thursday, April 9, 2015
|Perched on a rock overlooking the Rio Grande River in New Mexico.|
Do you remember the first time you did something scary? Something that made you think...maybe I might not live to see the light of the next day? I bet most of you will say, sure I do and in your mind a picture of driving on the interstate or your first encounter with a bear or rattler on trail will come to mind. Well, for me the first thing I remember that made me so scared was sitting in a tall tree at about age 10. As the wind moved the tree back and forth with greater and greater force, I thought, eeek...how the heck am I going to get down?!
|Oh, how I love to climb up in a tree, up in a tree so high|
|Given the freedom, kids will touch anything, once|
|In hot pursuit....|
|I am sitting on the edge of a cliff to take this shot in Santa Fe NF, NM|
|First view of Lake McDonald, West Glacier, MT|
|Dang, it's cold!|
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”