… from certain viewpoints. You could call it: The Paths Not Taken.

It’s such a lovely place. But I didn’t venture far enough, and always saw the same things from the same points of view.

Until today! Today, I took a ‘daycation’.
The day had started out badly — one of those painful mornings that make you want to curl up and feel very sorry for yourself. Pain can do that to you — temporarily blind you to everything else around you.
But why give in, I asked myself, when there’s so much to be thankful for?

So I did some of the exercises they’d taught me at the rehabilitation hospital.
It helped, but wasn’t enough. I needed to get out of the house!
Off we went: cane, camera, Cynthia. On a journey to find new lands right here at home in the garden.
First, I looked from the deck upstairs


Then from the patio downstairs

And gave thanks for what I saw.
I walked and looked — really looked

At the garden from the back

And from the side.
I wanted to sit – I probably needed to sit

But I didn’t.
I looked at things while standing up
And while leaning over them.


This tree trunk, below, and I were probably both leaning alike
But the steps beckoned.


Steadying myself, I headed the other way
And beheld this stunning view

I lingered, dazzled
Only slightly aware of the gentle rain
And walked and looked — really looked

And saw



Then slowly, carefully, climbed the terrace steps
(This is stated for my family members, who worry…)

And, at the top, looked across

Then below


And realized I was smiling.
Grinning, actually.
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I once attended a talk my husband gave on perspective and creativity. He used photography to illustrate his argument that we see new things (or see the same things in new ways) when we change our point of view.
I’m blessed and I know that. But some days I stay put when I should get up and change my perspective.
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When I was at Toronto Rehab, my therapists taught the art of distraction — a way to lift oneself above pain, reduced mobility and the resulting depression.
Yesterday, I both distracted myself and changed my viewpoint. And a day which could have been miserable turned out better.
Hope your summer goes well.
Cynthia.