The Tapestry of Life

“Plan for the future because that’s where you’re going to spend the rest of your life” – Mark Twain

There is the common thread of life that binds our collective and individual lives and this is the thread of change. 2016 has been a year of many global and individual chanxmas-lights-blogges, and it has set the scene for many more changes to come in 2017.

All People must cope with change, moving from one situation to another. In addition to life’s habit of thrusting change upon us, ostomates and any other folk who are physiologically altered, change and all of its psychological challenges are magnified manyfold.

We want the comfort of staying in a life space that is familiar, but, inevitably and consistently change weaves in and throughout the tapestry of our life story. We can only hope change is a good thing. All changes even good ones, as with the creation of a life saving and sustaining stoma, for most of us, well we just don’t transition smoothly.

Often our minds and our guts sends us strong opposing responses. We have to let go, this is challenging, so we catch ourselves trying to build the missing pieces back in. Of course they no longer exist as we move forward through the changes. What we are really trying to do, is to find the ways and means by which we can balance the conflicting emotions about the change.

The price for balance is often a valuable and burdensome journey that teaches
us about ourselves, our lives, and mostly what is inside of our heads.

Balancing through change is a lonely task, we may be fortunate to have supportive people in our life, but when it comes down to it, it is done alone. This makes us feel isolated, separated from our family and friends. Focus is required, and so, change is stressful for our brain, it becomes overworked, and an overworked brain does not function well. Change can cause irritability when it means we must change our behaviour patterns. Sheesh, ostomates sure can relate to this one!

It’s tough coming to the realization we can no longer accept what we previously had, and we feel dissatisfied. The feeling of being lost before we find our way, is powerful. It’s not easy transitioning and dealing with a whole new set of expectations, emotions and experiences, it is daunting.

Sometimes we feel lost when we are creating a new reality and we’re somewhere new. The thread of change consistently weaves in and throughout our lives. The changes we will experience during the coming year will challenge us and our entire future lives. Life goes on, and as the ancient Chinese philosopher and writer Lao Tzu said, “The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step”.

Our destination is tomorrow, plan for what you can, want, and need. Take the step into the changing unknown and may the bright colours of health, happiness and prosperity, illuminate the tapestry of your life throughout 2017.

From our home to yours, may you have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

 
Jo-Ann L. Tremblay

Ostomate

Percy Stoma

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“Everyone you meet has a story to tell”

www.jo-annltremblay.com

 

 

On The Edge & Close Enough To Kill

A human being is a fragile creature. Life is a test of survival for all. When the circumstances are right, we borderline invincible. When the circumstances are wrong

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we stand at the edge of the abyss and our scream of anguish stretches to infinity. We are a contradiction of strength and vulnerability, we are the hard and the soft.

Everyone we meet in this life at one time or for many times, have and will endure life on the bleeding edge of some form of disaster. Be it physical, emotional, intellectual, and/or an assault on their human spirit. The ghosts of past trauma shift amid the shadow play of light and dark. Always at the back of our mind we hear the whispering of potential future trauma, trauma we hope will never come.

As we stand on the edge and scan the deep within, we wonder if with foresight we can see the signs. Most of the time it’s a matter of hindsight and we feel we should have seen the signs.

Hubby and I have left our home in the frozen north and have arrived in our Florida home to spend our winter in the warmth of the southern sun, and into the welcoming arms of our Floridian friends. The fact of life as an ostomate is; no matter where I am a breach awaits a breath away. A potential intestinal obstruction lurks within. Chronic discomfort as I hold everything inside, gnaws at my very nerves igniting lightning bolts that spark, burn and singe. This is my ongoing challenge. Your challenging circumstances, whatever they may be, will cause a breach in your calm, an obstruction of flow, and an attack on your sensitive nervous system, and it is only a breath away. For everyone, life can turn in an instant for the worse or for the better.

Still, 5 years since my brush with death, a moment or a situation can at times leave me tense like a rabbit in the headlights. The disease and altered physiology I must live with now simmers as a low-grade anger warmed past grief. Trauma like this, or any trauma you have or will experience, can be tackled head-on-bulled-through without looking back. For most of us the trauma lives in layers of angles, colours, and textures, that at a drop of a hat, a familiar moment, a remembered smell, will dissolve us into a trembling heap.

Sitting on our Florida deck looking out upon the inland canal, frothy clouds brush the horizon. A gentle breeze whispers through the fronds of a palmetto brush. Bluie the Blue Heron and Edgar the Egret are fishing at the shore. The park is quiet as the sun sinks past its zenith, the lazy afternoon stretches out and in a few hours it will be the time of the  long shadows. This ancient and earthly ritual plays out every day, no matter our human experiences of the moment.

Painful memories are soothed as I run my fingers, trailing them down the arm of my chair. In this moment of time I’m relieved by the serenity and tinkling of the dancing water beside me. The urge to connect the past to the present is dissolving into the steamy warmth surrounding me.

Glancing back to Bluie and Edgar, our wild neighbours who gave us such joy last year, I’m reminded of my worry for them this fall when hurricane Mathew threatened its windy
terror. Bluie, Edgar and many of the wildlife eking out a living in the canal were in direct line of Mathew and their prospect for survival was precarious. Possibly they knew it was coming. Definitely they took the necessary steps available to them to increase their odds of survival. Then, they must have hunkered down to weather the tempest in a bottle, probably trembling in fear, only to emerge when calm reappeared. They returned to their goal of living full and fruitful, (in their case, fishy), lives. Sunning themselves, hunting and foraging for food, arguing with other feathered, scaled, and furry neighbours for territory and the best fishing grounds. Life in all its fury and calm, back to normal.

Their approach to life is amazing. They emerged from the depths of chaos to not only survive, but to thrive. They were close enough to have been killed, they hunkered down at the edge, they carry the scars, and they have moved back to the centre of their being to recapture and re-experience life. Their way is a powerful true life surviving and on to thriving, example for all.

We have catastrophes that descend upon us once, twice or many times in the span of our lives. If we survive it is imperative that we strive to thrive. It isn’t the easy journey, there are no individualized road maps to follow, there are always bumps on the road to navigate, and we wear the physical, emotional, mental, and human spirit scars. But, like Bluie and Edgar’s example, no matter the circumstances that brings us to the edge of the abyss, although we may feel vulnerable, tense and tingle, we need to muster the strength to transcend our fear as we step forward with the determined certainty to thrive. And, then there are the inevitable days we just need to hold our nose and get on with getting on with, in the hope that tomorrow will be a better day. And as they say, “that’s life”.

Jo-Ann L. Tremblay

Ostomate

“Everyone you meet has a story to tell”

 

www.jo-annltremblay.com

 

 

BAGs Around the World – New Book

Step into a journey through experience and transcend the normal limits of everyday life. Join in the intellectual, emotional, and physical pilgrimage to discover the meanings in and of our lives. Be touched by bags-around-the-worldthe spirit of the fellowship of people around the world as we celebrate 2nd chances at life.

Better WITH a Bag Than IN a Bag, introduced Percy Stoma to the world. Another BAG Another DAY, marched to the beat of the recovery drum. Now, the newest book, BAGs Around the World, transports us to the far reaches of our everyday human experiences and life adventures.

Join Percy Stoma and Jo-Ann L. Tremblay, as they explore, muse, and contemplate the life of ostomates and non-ostomates, in our challenging life experiences as humans on planet Earth.

BAGs Around the World, is coming to Amazon worldwide October 2016.

Stay tuned over the next few weeks for more information on how you can order your copy of BAGs Around the World.

Percy Runs Aground

The India Ink night enveloped us as if doom was waiting for us in the pitch black dark. The

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storm grew stronger. The waves crashed around us. Like a cork bobbing upon the water, our ship was tossed about the angry river. Lightening flashed before Jo-Ann’s eyes,
making blood red streaks rip across her closed eyelids. We heard a groan of agony, a shudder reverberated all around us, as the crunch sounds grew louder and louder. We are at Poseidon’s mercy now!

Percy Stoma!

Yes, Jo-Ann?

Really, it wasn’t like that at all.

I’m just being dramatic.

Yes, Percy you sure are, now tell everyone about our running aground experience as it really happened.

But…but….

PERCY.

Okay, okay.

It all started August 5th as we began our 5 country Grand European tour along the Danube, Main and Rhine Rivers.

During our 9 hour flight to Budapest, Hungary, Jo-Ann was so excited and also anxious I would act up. You see, when Jo-Ann feels stress even when it is positive stress, I tend to get active too, as stomas sometimes do. But, I was ready for the adventure and remained calm and quiet throughout the flight.

Good of me wasn’t it Jo-Ann?

Yes Percy, you were very helpful.

We embarked on the ship and were welcomed aboard by the professional with that personal touch staff, who over the 2 week river cruise made our experience top notch and first rate.

Our stateroom with a balcony for two became our cozy home, as we began our awe-inspiring adventure. We gently glided along the banks of the Danube.

Starting in Budapest, two cities that are riverside beauties to be sure, is Hungary’s enchanting capital, with the traditional hillside Buda on one side and the more modern Pest on the other side. The city lights dance on the Danube waters.

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Our cruise itinerary featured one excursion in each port, with optional excursions available. Many were walking tours, and some via motor coach combinations. Many tours were often over uneven ground or cobblestones, some included ancient stairs and inclines. Thank goodness because we sure needed the exercise, the food on board ship was amazing, and we were likely to pack on the pounds. In fact food was our biggest concern, Jo-Ann has many food triggers that cause us distress. Jo-Ann’s many dietary restrictions include artificial food colouring, flavouring and preservatives. Natural food restrictions can be avoided, but the underlying artificial chemicals in processed foods are more difficult to identify and avoid. Anyone living with IBS, Crohns, and the various other gastric/intestinal ailments understand these concerns. Well, Jo-Ann and I did so well throughout the cruise, the cuisine was made from scratch food, the chefs creations were delicious, beautifully presented and every morsel an exquisite adventure.IMG_2169.jpgBlog #3

From Budapest we continued along the river to Vienna, Austria. The “City of Waltzes”, Strauss and Mozart composed many of their finest pieces here. The architecture was graceful and it took our breath away.Blog #5

Back on ship and moving along, from our balcony we were treated to eye candy as we sailed through the serene tapestry of terraced vineyards, forested slopes, by charming towns and castle ruins in Austria’s Wachu Valley. It is a UNESCO World Heritage site, and in my opinion one of the most scenic stretches of the Danube. As we continued on our leisurely journey, we enjoyed grapevine terraced hills, and wine-producing villages that hugged the shore. This wine industry is their legacy that stretches as far back as Celtic and Roman times.Blog #4

We arrived in Melk, Austria, and we were dazzled by the 900-year-old Benedictine abbey that overlooks the town.Blog #6

Then onto Passau, Germany we sailed. Founded by the Celts more than 2000 years ago. Passau is one of Bavaria’s oldest cities. Know as the “City of Three Rivers”, it rests at the confluence of the Inn, Ilz and Danube Rivers. Passau is also where two nations meet; it is here the German-Austrian border begins. Then to beautiful historic Salzburg, where certain scenes of the movie, “The Sound Of Music”, was filmed.Blog #7

Next the river leads us to Regensburg, Germany. Regensburg escaped major damage during World War II, it is one of Europe’s best preserved medieval cities. The oldest city along the Danube and a UNESCO World Heritage site. The old town’s NEUPFERRPLATZ Square is a cross section of history — having served as an ancient Roman gather place, a thriving Jewish quarter, and the site of Nazi book burnings.Blog #8

Now coming upon the Main-Danube Canal, as far back as 1,200 years ago, Emperor Charlemagne contemplated connecting the Rhine, Main and Danube Rivers so ships could travel the length of Europe. Today the canal is a 106-mile canal that cuts through rolling hills of north central Bavaria. The views were amazing.

Then, we arrived in Nuremberg, Germany. The 2nd largest city in Bavaria, Nuremberg is filled with traditional half-timbered houses, and Gothic churches with intricate spires. Nuremberg is also infamous for its role in World War II, first as the site of Zeppelin Field’s Nazi rallies and later as the site of the war crimes trials at the Palace of Justice. Our guide in Nuremberg (with a history major), is a former basketball player, who is now coaching university basketball, he is 7 foot 2 inches, Jo-Ann and I thinks you’ll have a chuckle at the photo of us and the coach.Blog #9

Gliding along we arrived at Bamberg, Germany. Founded in the year 902, Bombers is the remains of a medieval city, known for it’s smoked beer. Jo-Ann & I didn’t try the beer, a little too exotic for me to cope with.Blog #10

As we continued to sail along the river we were surrounded by Franconian Vineyards, and then we arrived in Wurzburg, Germany. It is a major wine-making centre and has Germany’s oldest and largest vineyard.Blog #11

In the evenings on board ship we were serenaded by local musicians as we cruised towards Wertheim, Germany. Situated at the confluence of the Main and Tauber Rivers, the dukes of Wertheim built a castle in this strategic spot in the 12th century, that still peers down upon the medieval town centre, and half-timbered houses from its perch.

Following along the Main and Middle Rhine, we sailed on one of the most picturesque stretches of this UNESCO World Heritage site. We admired splendid castles, quaint riverside villages, and steep vineyards that blanketed the hills.Blog #14.jpg

Koblenz, Germany was founded more than 2000 years ago. With its cobblestone streets, wooden beamed houses that are adorned with flowers, ancient market square and medieval churches, we were reminded of the fairy-tale Germany of old.

Our last German port was Cologne, Germany, with its intriguing mix of old and new. Cologne reveals its Roman heritage in its city layout and the ancient ruins lie scattered through the town. We enjoyed the 18th century Residence Of The Prince-Archbishops of Cologne, another UNESCO World Heritage site.Blog #15

Almost at the end of our river cruise we continued to sail the waters of the Rhine and deep into the Rhine-Meuse-Scheldt Delta to enjoy the Dutch landscapes unfurl all around us. We were on our way to Kinderdijk, Netherlands, that boast the largest concentration of windmills in the Netherlands when our Grand European River Cruise came to a crunching halt!

Percy?

I’ll tell it like it happened Jo-Ann.

Okay, take it away Percy.

The sun was rising promising another wonderful day of adventure. It was actually to be the last full day on the ship as we were to enjoy our last excursion to Kinderdijk Netherlands, and then during the night complete our cruise disembarking in Amsterdam, and then to be whisked to Schiphol International Airport to head home.

We were particularly excited to enjoy the 19 remarkably preserved 18th century windmills. Our daughter-in-law is of Dutch decent and we were looking forward to learning more about the tracts of reclaimed land from the sea achieved by the power of the windmills and dykes.

It was 6:15 in the morning, when through her closed eyelids as she lay in bed, Jo-Ann was aroused by lights flashing in the room. She opened her eyes and noticed the television on the opposite wall was re-booting. This is when the thought, “There must have been a power failure”, crossed her mind. Then, there was a loud crunch, a scrape, that was then followed by a second crunch. Mark, her hubby jumped out of bed, threw his clothes on and said, “Wait here, I’m going to check this out.”

Meanwhile, Jo-Ann made a mental note that the life jackets were stowed under the bed. Then it crossed her mind that the ships engines are powered by electricity and if there was indeed a power failure, the engines would have cut out as well.

Being that we were now on a very busy stretch of the Rhine River, Jo-Ann felt a ripple run down her spine, and I must say I had a little stoma burp. This is when she jumped out of bed and headed for the stateroom balcony. Throwing open the curtains Jo-Ann saw a stone piled break water, (a breakwater is a structure constructed on coasts as part of an anchorage protection from both weather and longshore drift), that was only about 8 feet from our balcony. “Oh, this is not good,” she thought. She then quickly dressed and then Mark returned.Blog #16Blog #17

“Well, we’ve run aground, the Captain has beached the ship,” he said very calmly. “Nothing to worry about right now, we’re okay. The boat had an electrical failure, the engines cut out, and the result was loss of control to maneuver the ship.” Thanks to our competent and fast acting Captain, he dropped 3 of the ships anchors, which caused our ship to swing around in a U-turn fashion, and to purposely beach us on the shore, opposite of the town of Reese. (Reese is a hamlet in the Nienburg District of Lower Saxony in northwestern Germany). This placed us out of the busy river flow, and so saving us from the danger of hitting or being hit by other ships on the river. Ja Kapitän, (Yeah, Captain)!

Jo-Ann and I left our balcony and went up to the upper sun deck, there we met most of our shipmates. Everyone was calm and filled with humour. The cruise staff were outstanding and helped any anxieties we might have been feeling at the time. There wasn’t a band playing, “Nearer, My god…”, on the deck, so we knew we were most probably okay and not sinking.

In fact, of course we did not sink. As the day wore on our Cruise Director Gary, kept us informed on the latest. He regretted we of course would not make it to Kinderdijk, we would not see the windmills. All the while River Security came aboard the ship, tug boats held vigil beside us, and a salvage barge was dispatched to locate our 3 anchors now laying at the bottom of the Rhine River, (lost due to the intense strain on the chains, as the boat had been travelling at a good clip the anchors had broken loose from the ship during the safety maneuver). Our ship wasn’t going anywhere until we had the 3 working anchors once again.

As the day passed the local German media arrived on shore, and I must say we were the stars of the shores. The town folk of Reese were curious and lined the wall on the opposite shore from us, I’m sure discussing our predicament. By mid-morning #1 of our anchors was located and delivered to our ship. By early afternoon #2 anchor was retrieved and delivered. Meanwhile, our cruise director was working the phones and announced to us, buses would be arriving on the opposite shore to drive us overland to Amsterdam. Then, we would all be placed in a hotel, with a small boat cruise of the Amsterdam canals later in the evening. We only needed to locate, retrieve or acquire a 3rd anchor. It would be then we would receive authorization from the authorities to be pulled off of the shore, and the Captain would maneuver the ship straight across the river to the opposite shore at the village.Blog #18

This is what happened. With our 3rd anchor installed and working, a large container barge with full engines roaring pulled us off the shore, and our Captain deftly steered our ship to the opposite shore.

In our buses (193 of us and some cruise staff), we headed across the countryside to the hotel in Amsterdam, our Cruise Director had arranged for all of us to stay that night, together as a group. Now I must say, Jo-Ann wondered what hotel that accommodated around 200 people with only a few hours notice during the height of tourist season, would be like.

Well, need not have worried, as a few hours later our bus pulled up to the hotel in the heart of Amsterdam! Our hotel was as upscale urban as I’ve ever stayed in and our posh room was spacious and well appointed, we even had our own office. Our room was comfy, we were served a buffet dinner in the Grand Hall, and we embarked on our Amsterdam canal cruise. By the time we crawled into our beds later that evening, it had been another adventure on the rivers and canals of Central Europe. The following morning we boarded our plane, and headed back home.Blog 20

As adventures go, ours was filled with all of the excitement, unusual experiences and it was peppered with a little danger, making the past couple of weeks an amazing and wonderful escapade indeed!

Shakespeare wrote the play, “All’s Well That Ends Well,” believed to be written between 1604 and 1605, and so if at the end everything isn’t all right, then it’s not the end.

Well, Jo-Ann we have ended this adventure, and all is well, now on to the next!

Thanks Percy, now that was how it really happened.

Percy Stoma

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Celebrating Life

Wow, 5 years ago today Percy, we began a new chapter in the story of my.

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Happy Stomaversary Jo-Ann!

To you too Percy. I cannot tell you enough how thankful I am for you my little stoma. You gave life back to me within the numbered hours, and I am grateful. Together we are creating a new life story, where each bonus moment is a life event.

Today we sit quietly and rewind my life to recall the moments of the past chapters which brought me smiles and those which taught me a life lesson. Tomorrow we will live in the now moments and savour the smiles and lessons to come. So, let’s celebrate life by grabbing each present and future moment to live them to the fullest, in spite of it all.

Percy and I would like to thank everyone for sharing in celebrating the story moments of our life. Have a wonderful day, and may everyone’s next year ahead be the best yet!

Jo-Ann!

Yes Percy.

Now that’s celebrating life to the fullest!

It sure is little stoma buddy, it sure is.

 

Jo-Ann L. Tremblay

Ostomate

Everyone you meet has a story to tell

Percy Stoma

EOL Poopology

http://www.jo-annltremblay.com

 

Friends Are Better Than Therapy

We left our home in the cold north last November to spend the winter in the warm sunny south. It was at this time we also left our friends behind. We arrived at our

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winter home in a community where we knew only a few people, it could have been lonely, but as it turns out this is not the case.

We have become members of a neighbourhood with a true sense of community. There is no doubt the setting is well kept and beautiful, and our little home is nestled on the banks of a canal filled with fish, waterfowl, and the occasional alligator. But the natural beauty is only part of the joy, it is the people who pull it altogether.

In the mornings when I take a walk, everyone I meet along the way, greet one another with a smile and a wave. If someone needs a helping hand, there is a line up of folks ready to give of themselves. In the afternoon when I wander down to the bay, people exercising their dogs, people fishing, and folks like me simply enjoying the day, catch up with the latest news. Our community friends are our pals and buddies.

We all have different lifestyles, have come from different places, we follow separate paths, thoughts and memories, yet the feeling of fellowship with each other is powerful indeed.

A short while ago I met a new friend who is a fellow ostomate. She is new at this life altering living and we spent an afternoon sharing our experiences and knowledge gained. At the end of our delightful afternoon we decided to organize a “ladies night out”. Within a  few weeks through word of mouth, we decided to go to the Crab House Restaurant within walking distance from our community, and off we went. With laughs, giggles, great conversations, sharing pictures and more, we who are ostomates and our non-ostomate friends shared a wonderful evening of food, drink, merriment and camaraderie.

Communities come in all shapes and sizes, and they come together for different reasons. We humans are social and when we share a feeling of community with others we are drawn together in fellowship regardless of age, race, colour and creed. Together no matter our personal circumstances, challenges and triumphs, we receive and express support, balance, harmony and joy with our community of humanity and our world.

In our book of life the next page is blank. As we greet the new day a page is turned, and we fill that page with our life happenings. The people who share the day with us sit at the heart of our story. As always the language of the heart is eloquent.

Fellow ostomtes you are not alone, join an ostomy support group, become a member of an ostomy social media group, connect with your ostomate and non-ostomate friends and neighbours. When you do this, you fill the pages of your life story with the joy of people, as you strive to live your life to the fullest, come what may.

Jo-Ann L. Tremblay

Ostomate

“Everyone you meet has a story to tell”

Website: jo-annltremblay.com

 

 

Do Our Hearts Need To Break To Grow?

Everyone has a story to tell and I am struck by the stories that speak to the moments of

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Chris’s Rainbow Cloud. Photographed by: Jo-Ann L. Tremblay

our lives. Each of us who are ostomates and the non-ostomates who share our lives, have an extraordinary capacity to heal from the greatest tragedies and this fills me with awe.

Every year the month of February is a bitter-sweet journey for me. It is the month that we celebrate my son Richard’s birthday, this year he turns 38. He, our little miracle who we were told could never be. It is also in February that we mark the death day of our son Chris. I’ve lived his death day for 42 years now, and I still feel the unspeakable joy of being graced with him, and then the feeling of his passing impacting me to the core of my being. It is the day I have to accept that he has left us. It is the anniversary of the wailing good bye. It is the annual reminder of how fragile and precious life is, and how deeply and profoundly I love with all of its risks.

Many times through the past 42 years I have tried to make sense of how this could have happened. How could a seemingly healthy 4 month old baby be taken from his parents? Why did it happen? He didn’t do anything wrong, he was just a baby! Then once and again there are the fresh tears as I accept the unbearable pain of good bye.

Through the years I’ve deeply questioned everything I think I know and how I think I know it. Chris, his birth, his short life and his death has been a tragic great teaching for me. Chris taught me life is precious and fragile. He has taught me the world is a wondrous and mysterious place. He has taught me that although I at times feel profound sadness as I stand lonely amid my community of humanity, these are also the same people who with an open heart lend me courage as I face searing heartbreak.

Does our hearts have to break to grow? I do not know the answer to this question. What I have learned is; I refuse to allow any life tragedy to over take me as I feel in my heart life goes on and I will live life to the fullest, I believe my dearest wants that for me. That all life is uncertain, and if we choose to love, it will mean keeping our heart open in the face of perpetual uncertainty. When our courage is tested and we face crisis, a small door opens somewhere inside and we begin to ponder life. Through tragedy we become seekers launched on a path where everything and everyone becomes a life lesson that touches and teaches us.

The nightmare does have a happy ending. Chris’s short life blessed the entire family with joy, and his great life and death teachings of unconditional love, the fragility of life, and the gift that all life no matter who we are or how short it may be…lives on.

Jo-Ann L. Tremblay

Ostomate

“Everyone you meet has a story to tell.”

 

Announcement

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Another BAG Another DAY

Percy and I are excited to announce Another BAG Another DAY is now also available for purchase through KOBO and iTunes.

Another BAG Another DAY continues to be available through AMAZON worldwide.

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Better WITH a Bag Than IN a BAG is available through AMAZON worldwide, KOBO, and iTunes.

Providence Smiles Upon Land, Air & Water

There is beauty and music in the movement of clouds and winds. There is beauty in the

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Atlantic Ocean – Palm Bay Florida © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Jo-Ann L. Tremblay

flowers, birds, animals and varieties of plants. There is beauty in the valleys, hills and mountains. There is beauty in the symphony of reflections, ripples and tumultuous waves. There is beauty in the creatures on the shore and below the surface of the sea. Beauty in the vivid colours, meandering rivers, and moon lit nights. Beauty we hold in our hearts in the hope that our planet’s masterpieces will always be our imperishable jewels.

An ostomate’s 2nd chance at life is a great gift. With our bonus lives, we are given the opportunity to experience the joys and challenges of life itself once and again, made fresh and anew with our rebirth. Sometimes our difficult situations conceal beautiful moments from our human sight, and then suddenly reveals life’s secrets to us when we stumble upon them. At other times we are impressed with the magnificence of all creations including ourselves, when we take the time to appreciate our lives and the life around us, taking nothing for granted. Ostomate or non-ostomate, we all get one life to live, and every day we wake up with another chance to give and receive the best we can to and from life.

Pictures speak a thousand words, and so I hope you enjoy this small pictorial romp through the grandeur of the part of the planet where I’ve spent the past few months as I delighted in exploring and photographing the jewels I came upon. ENJOY!

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Portuguese Man of War ©ALL RIGHT RESERVED Jo-Ann L. Tremblay

 

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Sunlit Clouds ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Jo-Ann L. Tremblay

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Bird of Paradise ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Jo-Ann L. Tremblay

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Crusty Crab ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Jo-Ann L. Tremblay

 

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Snowy Egret ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Jo-Ann L. Tremblay

 

 

Sand Angels

Christmas is upon us and the music of the Christmas season is playing on the radio. We sway to the sounds of crackling, crystalline snow. There are

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songs that transport us to enchanted glacial vistas, sometimes with a jingling tempo, and at other times with songs that bring us to storybook powdery northern vistas. All beautiful as they transport us back in time and space.

We’re celebrating our first Christmas south, way south of our pure white Canadian home. As I listen to the music, it really strikes me as to how odd that my head is filled with visions and memories of sparkling snow, while my body is nestled on a sandy beach all warm and glowing in the sparkling sun. What a contrasting effect!

As the radio station is playing “Sleigh Ride”, my body is heating up in the sun and my mind is wandering as it often does and I find that I’m changing the words of the song as I sing along to fit my southern experience.

(Sleigh Ride is a piece composed by Leroy Anderson completed in February 1948. Originally an instrumental piece, lyrics, about a person who would like to ride in a sleigh on a winter’s day with another person, were written by Mitchell Parish in 1950. The orchestral version was first recorded in 1949 by Arthur Fiedler and the Boston Pops Orchestra. Over the years, the song has become a Christmas standard.)

So, with a lighthearted celebration of Christmas, here’s my version of “Sleigh Ride” that I call, “Sand Angels”.

SAND ANGELS

Just hear those beach venders bells jingle-ing

Ring ting tingle-ing too

Come on, it’s lovely weather

For making sand angels together with you

Outside the sand is heating up

And friends are calling “Yoo Hoo”

Come on, it’s lovely weather

For making sand angels with you

Giddy-yap, giddy-yap, giddy-yap

Let’s go

Let’s look at the ocean ebb and flow

We’re sitting in a wonderland of sand

Giddy-yap, giddy-yap, giddy-yap it’s grand

Just holding your hand

We’re dancing in our beach chairs with the song

Of a beachy fairyland

Our cheeks are nice and our noses burnt red

And comfy cozy are we

We’re snuggled up like two

shore birds of a feather would be

Let’s take a walk on the stretch of beach

And sing a chorus or two

Come on, it’s lovely weather

For making sand angels together with you

There’s a beach party under the sun umbrella at Crusty Crabs

We’ll be singing the songs we love to sing without a stop

At the fire pit while we watch popcorn pop

Pop! Pop! Pop!

There’s a happy feeling nothing in the world can buy

When they pass around the beer and we swat the flies

It’ll nearly be like a picture print of Beach Comber Sy

These wonderful things are the things

We remember all through our lives

©2015 Jo-Ann L. Tremblay All Rights Reserved

We miss our Canadian family and friends, but for this year, we are celebrating the Christmas season with all of its joy and reverence having fun in the sun.

Mark, Percy and I, wish everyone a MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR. May 2016 be the best year yet for ALL.

Jo-Ann L. Tremblay – Ostomate

Percy Stoma (Eol. Poopology)

“Everyone you meet has a story to tell.”

PS – We so excited, check our newly re-desgined lighthearted and informative website – www.jo-annltremblay.com

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