Carry on for 1 week and including both summer and winter clothes...just in case!!

There are a lot of blogs and videos telling you how to fold and pack like a pro. You can look them up.

One of my many goals in starting to travel again was learning to travel "light" with a lightness of being in my soul. I've been working hard on myself to lighten my burdens and to let go of worries in order to free myself to get out there and explore again. Deciding to go the carry-on route symbolized my metamorphosis.

 Here is my packing list for a 1 week trip to the most beautiful west coast of Newfoundland for hiking, kayaking, general sight-seeing and whale watching excursions.

My check list included a bathing suit, a down-filled jacket, polar fleece mitts and tuque!! Or toque for you R.O.C. (Rest of Canada, outside of Quebec folk!!)

I did a lot of research and settled on using 3 pieces (convertible backpack, daypack and my ever present M.E.C. sling purse) to get me swiftly between flights from Ottawa to Halifax and then onto Deer Lake without having to check bags. 

I decided to really reduce to the basics for this trip as far as shoes and make-up went. I usually wear waterproof mascara because I'm always flinging myself into water while swimming or kayaking or getting teary eyed by reading something or laughing until my sides hurt...the only non-green product that I haven't given up...yet!!! I decided to not wear any make-up for this trip. So there was no need for make-up remover and little pads either.

The most important space saving tip I found would be making do with only 2 pairs of shoes: hiking boots and Crocs. Yes, that's right!The original ugly ones.Admit it, they are darn comfy and you can wear them with socks which you can't do with shower flipflops.

I bought an Osprey Farpoint 40 backpack. The folks at La Cordée in Montreal adjusted the hip belt and straps for me with weights. But since I was just going from planes to vans, I used the pack like a suitcase with straps and belt tucked neatly out of sight.

As my personal item, I settled on L.L.Bean's Stowaway pack which, if needed packs into one of the zipper pockets much like the old K-way jackets used to. It's quite squishable so that if it's not terribly full, I could squish it under the seat in the airplane along with my Mec purse. The L.L. Bean Stowaway pack was surprisingly comfortable as a light day hiking pack (big lunch and lots of snacks, phone, wallet, rain gear, camera, field glasses, a litre of water, etc.)

Now for the list:

I wore  Prana convertible hiking pants, a quick dry v-neck T, Smartwool Hiking sock, Mec hiking boots, 1 of my new favourite Moving Comfort Fiona sports bras, and a very light polar fleece.

In my L.L.Bean Stowaway, I had my rain pants and jacket, my very stuffable goose down jacket, my small ziplock bag with what very basic cosmetics and first aid liquids, extra pair of glasses, throwaway contact lenses, trail mix, granola bars (friends know that I constantly eat), camera, feminine hygiene paraphernalia, 1 litre Nalgene bottle, all of my gadget chargers. I use honey soap made by a local beekeeper or eco friendly soap by a local soapmaker, Lavandine et Cie, as a face and body soap and also instead of shampoo. Madame Lavandine was nice enough to make a special batch of sun protection cream which I put into a small container for the trip.

In the summer, I switch to a smaller wallet with just the essentials (driver's license, health card, credit card, bank card) no store loyalty cards, etc. . That left room for my IPad, phone, printed travel itinerary and boarding pass ( on the way back, I felt suddenly very modern when I downloaded my boarding pass from Deer Lake to Halifax when I discovered wifi in a café, this being my first big trip since 2001). 

The rest of the stuff on my list went into the Osprey Farpoint pack.

Roll what you can roll

Squish what you can squish

Stuff what you can stuff

Fill any spaces with smaller items

I'm too frugal to buy expensive packing cubes soI used laundry net bags and smaller zip or draw string mesh and nylon bags.

Trip checklist:

2nd pair of Prana convertible hiking pants

2 other short sleeve quick dry V-neck T's

2 other pairs of Smart wool hiking socks

long sleeve dressier quick dry travel shirt by Mec

bathing suit

Small drybag for cell phone and wallet for kayaking

Night shirt

yoga leggings

6 pairs of underwear

fleece ski hat

fleece mitts

Crocks which I stuffed with smaller items so as not to lose space

Underwear X 7

Other Moving Comfort sportsbra...that's it!!

Long sleeve IceBreaker smartwool top

Sunhat

Mosquito top with headgear (I keep lugging this thing and hardly using it!!)

Sea to Summit Bath towel which stuffs into teeny tiny pack

Sunglasses

Headlight

small blow up travel pillow (which I never used...I can sleep at home...!!)

first aid kit

ziplock bags in small and medium sizes

ear plugs 
field glasses

My first aid kit by Mec is the one I use while kayaking at home or on field trip with my students:

Advil

Reactine and Benadryl pills

adhesive tape

bandages

Compped and Band-Aid products for blisters

bandaids

New skin

Polysporin

Immodium

honey throat lozenges made by local beekeeper

hand sanitizer

wet wipes

duct tape rolled around a pencil 

quick tip which when wet can be used to remove ticks safely

Deep Woods OFF which I haven't used yet, but in case even I can stand the buggies!!!

Dryer lint and petroleum jelly as a fire starter in 35 mm film canister (did not bring on this trip but usually have for kayak trips)

Diva Cup and or small feminine products stashed safely away in a 35 mm film canister

tweezers

emergency crash scissors

Swiss Army knife (which was taken from me by kind security screening personnel at the Ottawa airport who were just doing their job...after all of my prep work, I'd forgotten about the knife in my first aid kit. I still haven't bought another one.

So that's how I managed to pack for an action filled week in gorgeous Newfoundland with Wild Women Expeditions with only carry on luggage and a feeling of lightness and elation in my whole being!!!

Happy trails!!

 

Wide awake in Woody Point

View from Grandma's house, Woody Point, Newfoundland

I had awaken to go to the bathroom because I'd decided to have two Iceberg beers that evening instead of just the one. As I lay back down in my room with a view of the South Arm of Bonne Bay, despite having to be up around 6 am to get myself ready for another full day of activities with Wild Women Expeditions, I didn't worry about not getting enough sleep. I lay there content in knowing even though I was wide awake in the middle of the night and might not fall back asleep, my heart was full of JOY because I was wide awake in the middle of the night in Woody Point, Newfoundland!!

Let me explain. My last big trip involving air travel was tragic because my Dad died suddenly at home upon returning from driving us to the Montreal airport. A series of events which followed this huge blow triggered anxiety, post traumatic stress syndrome and full blown O.C.D. (no laughing matter when it keeps you in a state of reptilian hyper alertness, or like Dr Johnny Fever from W.K.R.P. IN Cincinnati once said: "When everyone is out to get you, paranoia is just good thinking.").

It took a few years for these ills to manifest, but they managed to keep their claws dug into me for almost a decade. I finally found the right kind of help in 2013-2014 and was ready to once again spread my wings. I chose Wild Women Expeditions and their Iceberg and arts tour both as a goal, a challenge and a celebration.

Here is what I wrote as a review on their Facebook page:

Highlight this week? Freedom!
Let me explain. With the small community created by Katie Broadhurst and Jenny Martindale and our Wild Women group, I learned to fly again. I'd put myself in a cage, shut the door and lost the key a few years ago. With help last year, I'd found a new key, more like a combination to the lock, I'd managed to open the door,but I'd still been afraid to fly out. Each one of my Wild Women Sisters, each with their own baggage and lovely, quirky, authentic selves helped me to feel safe enough to embrace the present and let go of the past. So what was the highlight for me? Each and every moment being right there in magnificent Newfoundland, in the present, in movement or in stillness, that was my highlight! I don't know if any other travel outfit can achieve this!! This trip was everything I'd dreamed of and so much more. Thank you Wild Women Expeditions!!!
Thank you, my wonderful Wild Women Icebergs and Arts Tour Tribe!

Even Air Canada made my first trip since 2001 a lovely breeze. Here is what I wrote to them:

Air Canada staff on flights July 3rd flights 8638 from Ottawa to Halifax and 8880 onto Deer Lake and then on July 9th from Deer Lake flight  8885 to Halifax and onto Ottawa on flight 8597 were courteous, cheerful and helpful. Thank you Air Canada and staff for making a long awaited trip an incredibly positive experience!!

This trip left me feeling empowered.

I felt so totally and incredibly happy right down to the very core of my being. Totally exhilarating!

This whole experience is such a triumph. I never thought that I'd be able to take off like that again. I used to travel on my own years ago. I started when I was 19 with a trip to California, lived abroad for 3 years in my late twenties and traveled well into my mid to late 30's. 
 Places I've lived or been too.

 

In my 40's, I struggled with the real and imagined dangers of life trying to avoid everything that might upset the comfy confines of my routines. A couple of years ago, I decided that I needed to embrace life outside of the cage. I wanted my 50's to be glorious. 

So there I was wide awake in the middle of the night in Woody Point feeling grateful. Thank you to everyone who has had a part, big or small, in encouraging me in my journey.  This trip was such a celebration of being alive and healthy, mentally and physically.

Gratitude, peace, health, acceptance, joy and enthusiasm!

la Fête des pères

La Fête des pères 2015

À la mémoire de mon père,

Jean G. Nadon

4 juillet 1923-

21 février 2001

 Jean Gabriel Nadon, John, Mon Oncle Johnny, Dad, Pa.

 Je n'ai pas beaucoup connu mon père pendant mon enfance. Il travaillait de longues heures à partir du mois d'avril jusqu'au mois d'octobre à Lachute. Nous allions passer les étés avec lui. Il m'amenait dans les grandes cuisines du club de golf de Lachute pour que le pâtissier me gâte avec toutes sortes de créations sucrées.

 Quand mon père a reçu l'invitation pour travailler pour le Gouverneur Général c'est ma mère qui l'a encouragé d'accepter ce poste prestigieux. Alors là, il travaillait de longues heures à longueur d'année à Ottawa. Ma mère et moi allions le voir lorsqu'il ne pouvait pas descendre ici. J'étais très jeune et ça m'impressionnait de voir mon père vêtu dans un genre de tuxedo avec une grande queue ressemblant à un chef d'orchestre. Mon père l'appelait son "monkey suit". Il était beau dans son monkey suit.

 Environ toutes les 2 semaines, mon père descendait à Montebello pour une fin de semaine de congé. Nous nous assoyions au souper avec des chandelles et une bouteille de vin. En ce temps-là, mon père coupait mon vin avec de l'eau. Il avait toujours de bonnes histoires à nous raconter. Au lieu de contes de fées, mon père remplissait ma tête avec des anecdotes de la vie de Rideau Hall remplies de personnages comme des rois, des reines, des premiers ministres et des présidents de pays lointains. Il était bon raconteur.

 Il nous rapportait des cadeaux et des souvenirs exotiques. À un party surprise pour ma fête, il nous a servi un délice d'un pays africain: des chenilles fumées. Il a fait semblant d'en déguster pour convaincre mes amis et moi d'en manger.

Mon père a eu la chance de voyager. Il a partagé une de ses aventures avec moi l'été de mes 16 ans. Il m'a emmenée pour mon premier vol à bord d'un Boeing 707, mais pas n'importe quel Boeing. C'était l'avion de la reine d'Angleterre. Quel baptême de l'air! Moi, j'espérais rencontrer le beau Prince Andrew, j'avais même porté une jupe, mais il avait pris un autre vol. Par contre, j'ai fait la connaissance d'un autre prince. La relation avec mon père dont je jouissais les dernières années de sa vie a pris naissance pendant ce voyage. Nous sommes revenus de Vancouver par le train. Quatre jours toute seule à traverser le Canada avec mon père. C'était le début de notre complicité.

 Mon père était un homme sage. Quelques semaines après avoir quitté le village pour poursuivre mes études à Montréal, j'ai téléphoné à mon père pour lui dire que je voulais tout lâcher. Papa pouvait aussi être économe avec ses mots: "Je comprends que tu trouves ça difficile, mais reste à l'école, me dit-il doucement, on en reparlera à Noël". Il savait bien ou bien il espérait que je plonge dans mes études et ma nouvelle vie. Il a eu raison. Rendu à Noël tout allait bien et je voulais continuer mes études. Deux ans plus tard, rendue à l'université d'Ottawa, demeurant à quelques rues de mon père, je lui ai téléphoné pour lui dire que j'étais découragée et que je voulais quitter les études. Encore une fois,  mon père m'a répondu: "Reste à l'école, on en reparlera à Noël".

 Papa savait comment j'allais juste à me regarder ou à entendre ma voix. Il me disait: "Viens faire un tour au bureau."  Il m'assoyait dans sa chaise. Il revenait avec des restants succulents d'un repas gastronomique et il me racontait des histoires. Il a toujours gardé cette douce sensibilité.

 Papa a toujours continué de nous divertir avec ses histoires. Deux  semaines avant son décès à l'heure du souper, il nous racontait les différentes manières qu'il a tenté de s'esquiver de son service militaire pendant la guerre. Ses copains et lui ont même ingurgité des négatifs de photos en croyant que ça révélerait des taches sur leurs poumons. Malgré tous leurs efforts, ils ont servi leur pays.

 La veille de notre voyage en Espagne pendant lequel il est décédé,  je lui ai demandé: "Comment as-tu fait pour ne pas t'inquiéter pendant les 3 ans que j'étais en Europe?"  " Qui te dit que je ne me suis pas inquiété?  Il fallait que je l'accepte", m'a-t-il répondu en regardant par la fenêtre du salon.

 Je suis reconnaissante que la vie m’ait prêté deux parents qui ont donné à Vincent et à moi de l'amour, une joie de vivre, un sens de l'humour et une appréciation pour tout ce qui est beau et bon.

 Ce qui était le plus important pour mon père était de savoir que sa famille était en sécurité et heureuse. Je me sens bénie d'avoir profité des dernières années avec mon père. Que de matins nous avons admiré les oiseaux dans nos mangeoires, les chevreuils dans les champs et la rosée sur nos fleurs. Que de journées nous avons passées à dévorer des livres de recettes.  Il n'est plus là. J’ai appris à accepter le départ prématuré de mes parents. Je sais dans mon coeur qu’ils sont en sécurité et heureux.

Mother's Day

My Mom died in 1991 from colon cancer. I was 28 and devastated. My life had been falling apart back then so I ran away for 3 years. Since then, I've never done anything for Mother's Day. But this morning, I've chosen to look at Mother's Day through a different lense and leave regret, hurt, guilt and shame aside.

I'm sorry for all of the stupid things I did, all of the wretchedly poor choices I made and sorry fords playing selfishness like an adolescent well into my 20's. I'm sorry for all of the worry and hurt that I put her through. 

Mother's Day is usually a non-holiday for me.But today, I will honour her and show gratitude. 

I'm grateful that...

Mom always put others first.

Mom showed me self-discipline by example.

Mom laughed to laugh and a wacky sense of humour.

Mom was a talented artist, she drew, painted, designed and made clothes, she played the piano well and had a beautiful singing voice.

Mom was fun to be with.

She was adventurous and loved driving into the city or checking out unmarked country roads.

Mom loved animals.

Mom was "green" decades before it became a political stance or a marketing gimmick.

Mom was curious and had a thirst for knowledge and an enthusiasm for sharing her discoveries.

Mom was a natural teacher.

Mom cared for a beautiful vegetable, fruit and flower garden.

Mom was an awesome cook.

Mom was a crusader for beliefs whether they were political, moral or spiritual.

I try to honour her by...

Having come back home and created a relationship with Dad in his final years

Learning to cook and appreciate whole foods

Learning to garden

Adding the back porch that she dreamed of for years

Keeping her piano in tune and learning to play

Composting and caring for the earth in the choices I make

Cooking some of her recipes

Restoring her bicycle and riding it to work

Being curious and well-read and sharing my enthusiasm with my friends and students

Creating music

Creating art through photography

Feeding birds and appreciating their presence in the yard

Practicing gratitude every morning by observing quiet time upon waking like she did.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom!

Practice, passion and persistence

Practice, passion and persistence

“If people knew how hard I had to work to gain my mastery, it wouldn’t seem so masterful at all.” – Michelangelo

If Michelangelo said that, what about the rest of us? How hard must we work to achieve anything? 

I know, I know: practice, passion and persistence. 

If only I'd practiced the piano and the guitar more when I was a kid, if only I'd taken art and drawing more seriously in college, if only I'd had the guts to take creative writing instead of appreciation classes, what then? If only I'd been more courageous, mature and wise enough to listen to my authentic self and not so worried about getting a job and living a comfy life. What then? 

 I have no idea.  I do know that now, so many decades later, when I play music or compose, blog, write poems or short stories, take and post photos or share what I am learning about, it is done with passion. 

Luckily, I stumbled into a living which allows me the freedom to use my interests in many different ways and hopefully every once in awhile, a student will recognize a spark which will lead her to her own desires and to her true self.

I'm at a stage that in order to show myself some compassion, I let go of expectations but I do make myself do something, anything, because of passion. 

My new motto is:

Doing something is better than nothing.

Nike says "Just do it!"

I say: Do something!

So, I dabble in a lot of spheres. The way I see it, I'm curious and naïve enough to think that I can and should try my hand at different things. However, I realize that if I wanted to edge my way towards mastery, it would take me many lifetimes. 

I admire people who have achieved great things by being single-minded and focused long enough to actually get somewhere. Anywhere.

Perhaps my somewhere is to light candles In others. If so, dabbling is exactly what I should be doing in order to ignite as many fires as possible.

May we all be listen to our hearts and set the world ablaze with passion and compassion!

Mind map of The Sweet Spot by Christine Carter

The Sweet Spot by Christine Carter, my mind map notes

In my lover's house

In my lover’s house

By 

Julia Nadon

In my lover’s house

Every wall stands at an angle

Ready to sway to the beat of

His drum

The air smells of Irish Spring

Mixed with basil

And thyme

And again

It welcomes me to another tryst

Preceded by literary talk

Debates over blues’ masters

Or Scottish airs

Bread and olives

And a bottle of Chianti

Consumed on the dock

Under the setting sun

Followed by a slow

Teasing walk

Back up the hill