What was my childhood passion?
I have mentioned in my last blog that my passion is meeting people, listening to their story, feeling the passion and communicating that to the world. I thought I would expand a little on that.
My last ten years have been involved in doing just that. In my work as a writer, I have met many people who are passionate about something. I would interview them, listen to their story and feel their passion. I would then communicate that to the world through magazine articles, children’s education books and travel guide books.
In hind sight, this all began in my childhood. My childhood passion was daggy. Really daggy. I loved doing school projects. There was nothing better for me than to have a brand new sketch book, pile of magazines and my World Book Encyclopaedia. This was the days before PowerPoint, Google and Wikipaedia.
I liked them so much I did them on my school holidays. It turn out I was quite good at them because two were chosen to be put on the shelves of the school library. I was so proud of my achievements back then. I didn’t know how that would effect my life further down the track.
I recently contact my school to see how many books I had on the school library shelves. I realise that 35 years later, my school projects wouldn’t be there. There were instead 30 books with me as author. I did wonder why, they only had 30 out of 70 of my books. But 30 will do for now.
I am now fascinated how many people knew what there passion was as a child, lost it and found it again as adults. So what was your childhood passion?
What’s my passion?
For quite a few years I have been fascinated by people who have a passion in their lives. It all began when I met someone who was passionate about funghi – yes mushrooms. When she was talking, looking or painting her pictures of funghi her face lit up and she was completely absorbed in what she was doing.
Since then I have found energy in talking to people who have that passion and that passion can be anything. And passion is a very personal thing. People may have similar passions but there perspective is completely different.
My passion is meeting people, listening to their story, feeling the passion and communicating that to the world.
So what is your passion? Do you have one? Or do you want to find yours?
Yours passionately
Jane
Degustation lunch at The Loose Box
For the first time we went to The Loose Box for a Degustation lunch. It was my birthday and felt very special. The meal was just amazing. Each one of the eight courses was a taste sensation. My favourite was the Le Confit de Canard au poivre. You will have to check out the menu link to get the translation. http://www.loosebox.com.au/cms/default.asp. We also had the matching French wines to go with each course. After all that wine it was lucky that we were staying in the Loose Boxes chalets. These are tastefully decorated in the French theme. Thank you to every one at the Loose Box for the great day.
Marathon Training 2
Now that I am I the swing of my marathon training, I am on the search for music for the training ipod shuffle. I have probably an hour of music on there but that ain’t going to last me. I will need to stock it up with at least 5 (OK 6 hours) worth of music. It can’t be just any music. I need stuff with a really good beat. I have some songs that I love but the rhythm makes me slow down to a shuffle. Songs set my running pace. I like Black Eyed Peas “Pump It”. It makes me take longer steps and I end up going faster. Christina Aguilera in Candyman has me doing short sharp steps. I also like music that inspires me. My favourites at the moment are (no laughing now) Bon Jovi’s “It’s my life”. I love running to the rhythm of Pink’s “So What” but the sentiment about getting in a fight could be detrimental to any running partners.
Today’s run was a journey through my youth. It started with “Daydream Believer” by the Monkees, I love you Davy Jones (or at least I did when I was ten). Later there was “I was made for loving you” by KISS. I love you Paul Stanley (or I did when I was 15, not exactly sure why in hind sight). Now that I have truly embarrassed myself, I need help to find some great running songs.
My husband, being a tad older, is running to Led Zeppelin and the Doors. I myself am a child of the late 70s and 80s. I do have the complete collection of Abba already, so no need to suggest that.
My collection is eclectic from Abba and the Monkees to Cold Play and Kings of Leon. So what do you like to exercise to?
Marathon Training 1
Why does anyone decide to run a marathon? I think Edmund Hillary said something like “because it is there”. I don’t feel the need to climb Mount Everest. Sometimes you have to have a goal to head towards. Running a marathon is something that challenges your physical and mental limits. And the plan is to break through them, because they are self imposed.
I am not a runner. Childhood arthritis means I have crappy joints. Crappy joints means I have some tight muscles in some places and looser ones in other places. I have a good 10 (ok 15) kilos too many for my ideal running weight. It comes a time in your life when you have to face up to all these beliefs and change you perception of them and yourself.
Wine Tasting Canadian Style
We have arrived in the Okanagan Valley with many reports on the great wineries in this region of Canada. Before we left we had heard that Canadian wine wasn’t the best. So therefore we have been surprised by their quality.
The most famous style of Canadian wine is ice wine. This occurs when grapes are left on the vine and they freeze. Hardy souls pick the grapes in the middle of the night. They must be hardy because for the grapes to freeze the temperature has to be -5 to -1 degrees Celsius. The wine is very sweet and syrupy, and perfect as a dessert wine. We got to try is in the Banff Grapes Wine Bar and Mission Hill Winery in Kelowna. It goes well with lemon deserts and blue cheeses.
There’s a bear in there?
Well not yet there isn’t. We have been in the Rocky Mountains for six days and we have seen some wildlife. Small mammals are quite common, particularly squirrels. The Golden Mantled Ground Squirrels are pretty much tame and very used to people. Other creatures such as marmots, mountain goats and elk are a bit shyer. All these animals are great but they are not the one we are really after – the Grizzly Bear.
We have lots of stories of bear encounters, bears chasing bike riders, one bear that wouldn’t move off the trail and bers eating grain on the railway line. But as yet there is no bear in there.
Lake Louise, Rocky Mountains, Canada
Lake Louise
Everyone has seen photos of Lake Louise – a glacial lake in the milky aqua colouring surrounded by tall mountains and a large hotel on the edge of the lake. That’s where we are, in the Chateaux Lake Louise. 16,000 people come here every day. The average stay is only twenty minutes. We are lucky with our two night stay.
Rocky Mountaineer
For the last twenty years, the Rocky Mountaineer has wound its way from Vancouver to Jasper or Banff. It follows the Fraser River and then the Thompson River up to the Rocky Mountains. Yesterday’s trip brought us to Jasper. We decided to throw caution to the wind and get the gold leaf class, for photographic reasons of course. The glass dome allows for great viewing. It wouldn’t have been for the fine dining in the dining car or complimentary drinks for two days – of course not.
Seafood in Vancouver
Being on the Western Coast of Canada and so close to the Pacific Ocean, Vancouver has a spectacular array of seafood available. The specialty of course is Salmon. For those in Australia, we have two sorts of fish called salmon. Australian Salmon which is not the same species and in my opinion suitable for cat food. The other sort is Atlantic Salmon farmed in Tasmania.
Vancouver however has so many types of salmon, I can’t begin to name them here. Some interesting ones are the sockeye salmon and white salmon. We saw many different types in the Granville Markets. Last night we decided on a taste test. We headed for The Fish House in Stanley Markets, a beautiful setting for dinner. Our choices were Sockeye Salmon in maple syrup (how Canadian), Wild Salmon, prawns and scallops and Prawns flambayed in ouzo. Mike, being a fish connoisseur (or so he thinks so) thought it was the best fish he had ever tasted. My wild salmon was spectacular. Deb’s prawns were not only tasty but quite the performance.
We were thankfully talked into a Okanagan Buttermilk Pie for desert – yum. Thanks to the staff at the Fish House. We had a great time.