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When Life Took A Turn

Today’s Blogtember prompts asks to ‘describe a distinct moment when your life took a turn‘.  For me it was not one moment in time but a summer where my my life took a turn. More than one turn to be exact. On a personal journey that would not all together be beautiful. New experiences, heart wrenching pain, and learning just what it meant to rely on oneself.  I did not plan for nor could have expected what that summer would have had in store.
 “See, I have refined you, though not as silver; I have tested you in the furnace of affliction”  
Isaiah 48:10
It was the beginning of Summer in 2009 and I was living on the island of Oahu, Hawaii.  I had recently experienced a tearful goodbye as we sent my kids to the mainland for the summer with my husband’s parents who had been visiting.  The decision came up in a discussion when we were trying to figure out the current logistics of our lives.  A year had not yet passed since my dad was killed and I was still going through the grieving process with depression and anxiety.  Our marriage had hit rock bottom when we lost my dad and since had experienced ups and downs. We were currently at a ‘down’ moment. I had sought counsel from a dear friend I had known since my I was young and was advised to get out of the situation.  I had hoped that giving us both space we would finally be able to work through the issues.  Sometimes staying in the same situation without change can only have the same result.  I wanted change.  With my kids spending the summer with grandparents, I  took a new job in a start up salon on the other side of the island.  To cut down on transportation costs I found a room to rent that was close to the salon.  That began the start of our trial separation while we continued marriage counseling.
The First Turn.
I went from living in our small apartment that resembled a cave from lack of natural light to having my own room in a light airy space close to the ocean. I changed roles from being a full time stay at home mum trying to work through the loss of my dad to being a working woman who for the first time since leaving University had free time without kids.  In the beginning I came to work every day as a way to keep myself busy.  The more I worked, the more I did not have to think about how much I missed my kids, how much I missed my dad, or wonder if my husband was missing me.  It was very lonely in the beginning because I felt abandoned in away.  I was now without a car and had not been able to get my friends to come over and visit.  Being a military wife stationed in Hawaii I also had no family members I could call on for support.  I really wanted to hang out with my coworkers after work but my boss told me I should start learning how to rely on myself. To be okay with being alone. It was a lesson I was not wanting to learn, but began that summer.  So I slipped into my new role and took one day at a time. 

The Healing Turn.

The second but not last turn my life would take that summer was of the healing kind.  I had been prescribed Klonopin from my doctor to help me with my depression and anxiety issues that had come up after my dad’s death.  My doctor appointments always felt like visits to a local drug peddler as it seemed more about drugs and dosage and less about my feelings and spending time talking.  The klonopin took away the pain or anxiety of a situation but it also took away a part of me.  I was beyond flat and become like an emotion zombie.  The worst was how it would just zap all the energy out of my body and make it so easy to fall asleep.  By the time I had been working at the salon my boss sat me down for a heart to heart.  He told me he could not tell me to stop taking the klonopin, but that he did not feel I needed to rely on it anymore.  He promised to help me by coming up with a fitness programme and diet  so that I could be happy naturally.  As a former life coach and the one positive male role model in my life at that time I  decided to follow his advice.  I stopped taking Klonopin and started doing crossfit and yoga with my coworkers.  Slowly I started my journey towards finding my happiness.  Yes there were bumps along the way and it was not easy.  However I was making lots of new friends, picking up new hobbies, and learning again how I could be okay with being independent.

Training for a marathon with my co workers and boss on the picturesque beach in Lanikai. 

When Life Took a Turn…
…I saw my life through renewed eyes.  I would like to say that the rest of the summer got easier from that point, but things took another turn for the worse.  Another story for another day.  This was the beginning of my summer and a moment in my life where it took a turn towards change.  I think it is so important to look at the trials in your past as stepping stones of change to the person you have become today.  I never thought I would have to lose my father so soon and it was the first time I have ever had to grieve a loss so great.  I look back on it now as an experience in which I can give empathy and support to others who may find themselves in similar situations.  The one thing I would never want someone to have to go through alone is a period of loss.  I have started a Sunday series entitled The War on Girls where I focus about the issues I feel personally society is failing the female generations. For me I had more judgements or silence directed at me in a period of my life where I could have used so much encouragement.  I believe it is so important to not look at someone’s life and judge from the sidelines.  To go off of limited information, speculate, and speak illy of someone where in a world of social media such words are a form of bullying.  It is definitely easier to assume and to give advice to someone, it is harder still to encourage when you have not walked a few steps in their shoes.  This is a sneak peek of things to come on Sunday’s continuation post on The War on Girls. I challenge everyone who reads this to focus on unconditional love for others.  
I have another post about Overcoming Klonopin if you are interested in knowing a little more.

Q: How do you look back on the trials in your life?  
Do you see them differently in retrospect compared to during the time in question?

*photographs  belong to Bonnie Rose of Bonnie Rose Photography © 2013 All Rights Reserved | www.bonnie-rose.co.uk 


Travel: Cymer Abbey & Family Portraits

So glad everyone is looking to these Travel Tuesdays! I have been looking for ways to make this even better so will be sharing my favourite posts every week as well as starting a once a month themed Travel Tuesday which we will start in October. More news about that next week so keep your ears opened!  I want to say that sometimes travels are not just about pretty photos…it is about the times that go wrong.  Who could have written it better than Claire from the Grass is Dancing.  Check out this expat’s post from last week!  Also do not forget you can win 45 days of ad space from me at ACR on my blogtember post  yesterday. 
Exploring Ruins.
In Wales near the town of Dolgella, in the village of Llanelltyd, are the ruins of a Cistercian abbey that was founded in 1158. The Cymer Abbey is just beautiful and it became a perfect backdrop for family photographs for us while we were in Wales. So for Travel Tuesday today I want to share with you how you can have family photographs while on vacation.   All you need is to bring a professional photographer with you….like me! Here are some of my favourites from the day as my friend Miriam was expecting her fourth baby during this shoot.
 

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Travel: Talyllyn, Wales

Find out about what life is like where I live in Bath, England by seeing my guest post on Alesha’s blog: Lifeology.  Another week begins in September and I look forward to telling you more about our time in Wales. Today it is about our rainy day spent in the town of Talyllyn, Wales.  To get here we took a ride on one of the steam engines in Wales, which I blogged about last week.  We were quite ready for lunch so we walked through the town and found a perfect little cafe where inside we hit out from the rain.  I ordered the tomato soup with a side of chips and it ended up being the best possible choice for lunch. Not only was the soup made fresh that morning, but the chips were made from scratch upon order.   It was my family’s turn to cook dinner that night so we stopped at the butcher in Talyllyn before heading home.  My husband purchased two different kinds of sausages to go with our sweet potato mash. All in all it was the end to another perfect day, even with the rain. 

* Photography belongs to Bonnie Rose Photography © 2007 – 2013 All Rights Reserved | www.bonnie-rose.co.uk 

My Personality Type: ENFP

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Day Five of Blogtember states, ‘Take this short personality test and respond to your results.
I took this same personality test about ten years ago back at University and I was pleasantly surprised to find that my results this time around were a match.  I am an ENFP.  Which is the same as celebrities Gwen Stefani, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Walt Disney and Hunter S. Thompson.  Now keep in mind that not much stock is to be placed in these tests.  Think of them as indicators or a first peek if you will into your personality.  Here is what I found online about ENFP:
“ENFPs are warm, enthusiastic people, typically very bright and full of potential. They live in the world of possibilities, and can become very passionate and excited about things. Their enthusiasm lends them the ability to inspire and motivate others, more so than we see in other types. They can talk their way in or out of anything. They love life, seeing it as a special gift, and strive to make the most out of it.
ENFPs are charming, ingenuous, risk-taking, sensitive, people-oriented individuals with capabilities ranging across a broad spectrum. They have many gifts which they will use to fulfill themselves and those near them, if they are able to remain centered and master the ability of following through.”
I was looking for a cute graphic to insert in this post and I found the image above on Pinterest.  It made me laugh because when I get ideas about things I totally start making these bubble charts and lists and letting all the ideas in my head just flow out onto the paper.  
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The War on Girls: Pt. I My Beginning

I have dedicated the next few Sundays to this series entitled The War on Girls.  It comes from a list of blog posts that have put on the back burner but have wanted to write so much about on ACR. Personal things that I have experienced that I now realise effect so many in our world.  Where silence is kept I want to speak openly. To take an honest look at how our society has shaped this surreal world for us as women.  Not just in the social media age but in society and and from the places where we seek unconditional love.  The war on girls is impacted by and directly affects the male population.  With raising two boys of my own I have seen the correlation between the issues women face and the type of men I am trying to raise my boys to be.
This statement of advice that I heard recently impacted me on a personal level.  I am the first to stand up and say that I am my own worst enemy, the first to judge myself harshly.  To put thoughts in my head about how others perceive my words and actions.  An example would be a look at my blogging. I have butchered posts up to make them shorter or taken out post ideas entirely.  While I have a love of writing and at times feel moved to say what is on my heart, I let either the opinions of others stifle my voice or stop writing for the fear that if it is long no one will read it.  Be honest with me, if you do not see a lovely photograph in a the next paragraph will you get bored and move on to the next blog?  Has the world of social media  shackled our lives so much that to be engaged online we need short and sweet writings that are pretty to look at to keep our attention? Or is the truth in the matter covering up the fact that my preconceived fears of what others think may indeed be the root problem of it all?  Where did this fear come from and why does it hurt so many in our society?  More importantly how can we stop this from affecting our younger generations when the media world continues to dictate what we should feel and believe?
The war on girls and how society is failing us will be my focus for the series while I take a personal look at my own life.  To do this I want to take this introductory post and give you a look at my beginning and how it shaped who I was to become.  
Who am I?
I was born into a nomadic family thanks to my father being a USAF officer who enjoyed taking one overseas assignment after another.  I became a third culture kid (TCK) from living in a few different countries and cultures outside of my parents’ home culture during my developmental years. I was always in between cultures getting ready to leave one place and move to another while never fully feeling apart of one world.   As TCKs having this background it is  normal to experience what has been labeled by TCK author Pollock as a delayed adolescence. But more on that in later posts. 

I recognize that my life growing up as a teenager in Europe was unique to me and my situation, although a vast different experience from my husband’s time being brought up in the midwest of the US.  Drinking and sex are two things that come to my mind when I think of how the US and European mindsets differ.  From living in the land of beer in Germany to the land of wine in Italy, alcohol was a was a highly present commodity in my life.  I grew up with parents that I saw drinking often, though I never saw them drunk.  While I did drink wine occasionally with my parents, that was the extent of my drinking before I turned twenty one.  I used the word ‘sex’ above but I really mean how the human body is viewed in Europe.  From art scene, to the people at the beach, and to the media world of magazines, television, and billboards.  A perfect example for me recently was the reaction of Americans about the latest celebrity news of tweaking in a musical event and how people in countries in Europe did not take notice.  This was the world I grew up in as a teenager and 
I went off to University straight after high school graduation to a conservative private christian university.  As a student I adhered to the rules that included no drinking, no dancing, no mixed swimming, no members of the opposite sex in our dorm rooms,  etc.  As a girl I was also held to a strict conduct of modesty at all times and the dorm rules which included strict weekly inspections.  For example, I could not go out one night because I had not effectively cleaned all the dust off my blinds. However, when I helped my boyfriend move out at the end of the school year, it was clear they never had to clean once in nine months. You see where things are not balanced. I state all this to explain the type of world view I was being molded to as a young adult away from home for the first time.  I went to a school where in my freshman classes the professors liked to point out that we could be sitting by our future spouse and peers joke that they came for the M.R.S.  not a specific degree.  I loved my theatre department and I loved that I did meet my husband there.  It just was not your typical college experience and a world away from what life was like in Europe where I grew up.
I got married after my sophomore year of university and pregnant with our first son in less than a year.  This prompted my husband to follow in my father’s footsteps and join the military.  As a newlywed and a new mother I would now fill the role of a military spouse.  I had traded in my single life and my adult life for starting and taking care of our family.  Any needed girls’ night outs would be replaced by play dates at starbucks and playgrounds. This was my life up till the summer after my father was killed.  That summer became a turning point for me in many different ways.  
I will be continuing this series on Tuesday as part of the #Blogtember challenge and picking it up again next Sunday.  I hope the introduction to this series has intrigued you and that you will follow along at ACR.  I have tried my best to keep Sundays to these days of when I may need to say a little more than normal. In the blogging-sphere where reader numbers go down on the weekends, I dedicate these writings to my die hard fans. Thank you to those that will read my words and hear the message within.  Remember ‘you are better than you think you are’…go out next week and do something you have wanted to do. You deserve it.

*photography belongs to Bonnie Rose Photography © 2007 – 2013 All Rights Reserved | www.bonnie-rose.co.uk 

Self Portrait: ‘Raindrops on Roses’

For this week’s Self Portrait Saturday I want to inspire you to get creative for the following week.  What can you find around your house that you can use for your shoot?  Will it aid you in achieving your look or be a focus in the final shot? For this one i used a glass panel from a piece of furniture to aid me and water as my focus.  The glass panel that I used was large enough to frame my face and I held it a few inches a way with my hands. My husband assisted with spraying me down with water as well as the glass. This I found during the shoot to be important as the glass needed to be refreshed when the water drops ran off due to gravity.  For next Saturday’s Self Portrait find what you can use and tell us about it in your description.  I look forward to seeing what you come up with and remember you can take it at any time during the week. Just make sure to share and link up with us on Saturday.  
Self Portrait: ‘Raindrops on Roses’ by Bonnie Rose Photography © 2007 – 2013 | All Rights Reserved http://www.bonnie-rose.co.uk 


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My Night in an Italian Jail


Day Four of Blogtember states, ‘A story about a time you were very afraid.’

I almost regret telling this story again but to be fair the culmination of events are still a very scary moment from my travels. It is something that should have never happened. It happened in a place I have always considered closest to ‘home’. A place that up to this point I have lived the longest. In a country where I lived twice in my childhood. I was at the wrong place at the wrong time and I made a bad decision. This is my account of my night in an Italian jail. 
It was the summer of 2012 and it was my first time back since my senior year ten years prior. What made this trip special was it was my husband’s first time to Italy and his first time to experience a place where I grew up. As a military brat the places you live, though geographically stay the same, change quite a bit after you leave. The majority of people I knew of my six years in Napoli were gone. Even my church family in Bagnoli had shrunk in numbers. I could not show him the three houses I had lived because they were out in the suburbs accessible by car but difficult to get to by public transport. So we spent the majority of our time seeking out the hidden beauty of the city in both places I remembered and those we found along the way. We savored every bite of the delicious southern Italian cuisine made simple excuses to have more gelato, and captured the beauty we saw in photographs. 
On the night that this takes place we had just returned from viewing collections of antiquities excavated from Pompeii at the National Archaeological museum. It was early evening and we were walking through the narrow streets of the city. I was on a high of being surrounded by the sights and sounds of my childhood and had just gotten off the phone with an old family friend who lives in Napoli. I was so happy that I had not noticed I had gotten too comfortable. With my Nikon DSLR safely guarded in my arms, I captured street photography with the ease of my android phone. Sure the photos would not be as amazing as my camera but I was going for artsy and using different filters on my beloved hipstamatic app. 
In the process of taking a photo of a pizza being made at a pizzeria, my phone was grabbed out of my hands. I turned in shock to see an obnoxious grin and then the back of a man as he ran away with my phone down another alleyway. While my head and my feet questioned each other with whether I should run or just scream, the man who had turned to run down the side street, jumped on a back of a moped with a driver. In less than a minute my phone was stolen and gone out of sight. It was not even the phone that I was upset about but the number of photos I had taken on our journey. So many of them documenting my husband’s first time in Napoli: his first taste of pizza from the birthplace of its creation, his first time on the funicular, an incline railway, and his first time shopping the street markets in Vomero. I screamed when it had happened and my husband who had been a few paces in front of me said he knew immediately what had happened before he turned around. 
Our adventurous night began there in the middle of Napoli in the small darkened streets and alleyways. The people who worked in the pizzeria were really amazing. They took us inside, called the polizia, and made me a calming tea. I had not expected the outcome and so I was shaking and in a state of shock. It was then that I had my first ride in the back of a police car, whisked away to the nearest police station to make our report. I was feeling really stupid for feeling too comfortable being home in Napoli that I had my phone out at all. We should not even had been in that area, but I wanted to show my husband ‘Christmas Alley’, another memory from my fading past. We could have easily been walking aback to where we were staying had I not tried to fit just one more thing into our day. 
Still shaking, I answered the questions using the best knowledge I have of the Italian language. I was asked to look at photographs to see if anyone looked like the man who had stolen my phone. Already his face was fleeting from my memory. Looking back afterwards I can now draw from their questions that they were hoping I would say it was this man in one of the photographs who was wearing a white shirt. However he was the opposite of my initial description and I kept getting frustrated with their persistence. I soon found myself in a small room for a ‘line up’, however the actuality of the situation scared me more than having my phone taken from me in the first place. I did not know exactly where they were taking me or what I would be doing before I was thrown into the scene I am about to describe to you. 
The room I was in was dark and several bodies of police officials and detectives stood inside. I turned where they wanted me to face and I stood facing a man. Although a wall with a glass window was in-between us the man in question was literally inches away from me. He was not the man I had seen. He was white not tan, he had a bald or shaved head not dark hair, and he was more stalky and muscular than the leaner guy I remembered. It was the man from the photographs that the detectives had been showing me. I looked through the glass and saw this man was bloody, amped up on adrenaline, and looking like he could have come out of a Guy Richie film the way he was ready to throw a punch. I looked at the man in the white shirt and instantly the fear kicked me to my core. I wanted to run, to move, to close my eyes. At that moment I was more afraid of him punching through the glass, especially when it was apparent he could hear my words as I spoke ‘Its not him”. 
I will be honest I cried when we got back to the room for more questions and information about the scene. I wish now I had checked the photographs on my Nikon DSLR. When we had gotten home to England all the feelings from that night came right back in a spiraling anxiety attack as I found a photo taken minutes before the crime. The man in the white shirt, whom I had been asked to identify, was up ahead of where I was taking photos, talking to a man who very much fit my description of the man who had taken my phone. Bone chilling. Perhaps the other man was just a man, innocent in his own right. However there was no mistaking the man I had to view at the police station, for I cannot get him out of my mind. Whatever he did from when I had taken that photo on my camera to when I saw him at the police station, I will never know. 
Luckily I had my camera to document the rest of our trip and I did not let the incident ruin the rest of our time. I still love my beautiful city. The old buildings, the cobblestoned streets, the laundry hung out all the windows, and the women who lower baskets from tall apartment windows to retrieve recently purchased goods. The best was being able to start every morning and end every day with the beautiful view from where we were staying high up near the funicular to see the beautiful bay of Napoli. It may have taken me many years to return, but no one can take away from me the love I have for the city of Napoli. Not even spending part of our night in an Italian jail. Ci Vediamo bella Napoli! 
* Photograph belongs to Bonnie Rose Photography © 2007 – 2013 All Rights Reserved | www.bonnie-rose.co.uk