DAY 2: OUR BODY, OUR BREATH

I think it's SO common for us to hold our breath in photos but that disconnects us from our body and enhances any anxiety in our body that might be coming up. How did focusing on the breath feel for you?

As I received my IV antibiotics therapy this afternoon I sat up with my hand resting on my chest. With my eyes closed, I breathed a long, slow breath in through my nose, which I held a few seconds before letting it go in a long, slow exhale through my mouth.

Breathe in… breathe out.

The air felt warm coming in through my mask, & even warmer as it escaped around my tongue which I kept planted firmly against the roof of my mouth.

Breathe in… breathe out.

It’s something I used to do with more regularity, usually at the start of a meditation, but it’s something I haven’t done in months. Maybe even in years.

Breathe in… breathe out.

Last week, Facebook reminded me how 2 years had passed since I was released from the mental health unit at Abbotsford Regional Hospital following a suicide attempt in my car that was parked in the driveway of my Mom’s. On the 1st day of my hospitalization I was confined on suicide watch, in an empty room save for a broken toilet in the corner, a plastic mattress on the floor, & a camera looking down at me. That afternoon I sat breathing, & reciting the Ho’Oponopono prayer again & again. Eventually, I started to sob. It was both cathartic & terrifying.

Breathe in… breathe out.

It was an easier habit to occupy during that hospitalization, without the trappings of a smart phone to mindlessly scroll through as you weren’t allowed to have them. Today took me back to those moments, moments I didn’t have during the hospitalization after my stroke, mainly because they don’t take your smart phone away after a stroke. Only after a mental collapse.

WHAT ARE SOME OTHER TOOLS FOR GROUNDING THAT YOU USE IN OTHER PARTS OF YOUR LIFE?

Ponder what tools or actions you take part in to get grounded. Maybe it's making a cup of tea. Maybe it is feeling your feet on the ground or doing mountain pose? Maybe it is noticing your senses. Or maybe it is a crystal you like to hold or a stone in your pocket that helps you get grounded. List them here! And then ponder...could we include some of these as part of our process this month? Could we make ourselves a cup of tea as we're reading the class activities and get grounded before we take our selfie? Or feel the ground beneath our feet before we pick up our camera?

Sometimes the bandages on my feet aren’t secure & they end up falling off. I then have to rewrap them, as I had done everyday since I hurt my foot in early July until I went to the ER on August 14. The act of treating the wounds myself was meditative. I’d sit in silence, gently rubbing medicated cream into my feet before wrapping gauze around the toes which I secured with medical grade first aid tape. These motions were meditative as my mind flowed to the present moment, only getting frustrated when the tape didn’t rip cleanly from the roll.

Breathe in… Breathe out.

(275/365).

This was originally posted on Instagram.

Today’s photo prompt and reflective journaling questions for today was a part of the BE YOUR OWN BELOVED photo workshop challenge which is run several times throughout the year by photographer VIVIENNE McMASTER. It’s well worth signing up for, and doing alongside other participants.

Waiting for the miracle to come.

This is a joiner collage I made when I was hospitalized back in February following a stroke I had on January 31. I took a fair number of photos when I was in the hospital, as it was fairly easy to do, but I was often so tired that I didn’t do much written reflection as I posted them. I like making joiners - photographer David Hockney is a British pop artist painter who first started doing these back in the 1970s / 80s. They give the image an analytical cubist feel, similar to the paintings created by painters Pablo Picasso and Georges Braque over 110 years ago.

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HOW HAS IT BEEN EMERGING INTO THIS EXPERIENCE?

Today's prompt is all about emerging into the process and our photo using one of my favourite creative ways to take a photo. It's a great one to help us emerge a bit more into the photo and this experience. How has it been emerging into the experience as a whole far?

Today was truly tiring. By the time I got to my Mom’s, I wanted nothing more than to just sleep the night away. All day, it felt like I could do nothing right. This morning, I slept in. Again. It’s what usually happens in my life when my insomnia leaves me tossing and turning, endlessly scrolling on my smartphone or thumbing through a half-finished book. I don’t bother having the television on, although sometimes I watch a movie or television show on my phone. Before my stroke sometimes I’d lay on my side and sketch in a sketchbook, fooling around with different coloured pencil techniques. But since my stroke I haven’t even done that, even though my physiotherapists have said it would be good to help rebuild the connections between my brain and my body. I don’t even enjoy myself that way some people do late at night. The stroke impacted my ability to be a man, and the various heart and antidepressants they have me on also leave me feeling empty inside when it comes to intimacy. Reflecting back, I don’t think I even took my morning medication. And by the time I was ready to face the world, it was after 1 in the afternoon.

I first went to Peace Arch Hospital where the elevator ride to the sixth floor felt like it took a hour, stopping at almost every floor with little to no people riding with me. I went to the IV Therapy clinic, to get a new copy of the bloodwork requisition form I needed, as I’d misplaced the one I was given a week ago to take with me to my 2:30 LifeLabs appointment. The nurse obliged, disappearing for awhile into a back office before coming back down the hall with the all important paper: my passport for another month of weekly tests. The bright light of the afternoon sun had broken through the clouds and shone down the corridor, making me squint a little & placing a hazy aura of white light around her silhouetted figure. I thanked her & left, feeling confident I’d get to the lab on time. Thankfully I did make it to LifeLabs on time, But LifeLabs rejected the form I was given, as they were adamant that there is no CP6 test the form asked for (which I later googled & learned stands for Chemistry Profile 6, or Chemistry Panel 6 in British Columbia). So I had to leave, with the hope I could get a third form during my IV appointment at 4.

I next went to Choices Market, as my Mum wanted one of their cooked chickens, which they didn’t have. So I got some slices of their own baked maple glaze ham, and a few other things before dropping it all off at Mum’s just in time to head back to the hospital for day 50 of my antibiotics IV. The same nurse who gave me the purportedly wrong form found it funny that LifeLabs didn’t know what CP6 was, and I heard her in the hallway joking about it with a few other nurses. They felt bad I’d been sent away. She also changed the bandages on my feet and toes, taking time to gently clean each toe. She told me that she was going to book time for me with a wound specialist on Friday to remove some of the hardened calloused skin that if left on the foot could stop the wounds from fully healing properly.

I then got a large bowl of pozole to go for my dinner from a local Mexican restaurant, Ay Chihuahua, as well as a couple of enchiladas, some rice, and refried beans. I then drove over to get something for my Mum from Boston Pizza, specifically, Boston’s Mac n Cheese. I had placed the order online before leaving the hospital, & I added shrimp as a surprise I thought she’d enjoy. But when she dug into it at home I found the addition was something didn’t like. At first she thought they were hunks of cheese to which I said “…no, those are shrimp. It had an option to add protein so I thought you might enjoy shrimp.”

She bit into a piece, spitting it out almost immediately. “It’s dry,” she replied with disappointing frustration. “Next time, just get me Mac n Cheese. Nothing else.”

My heart sank, as it seems whenever we get takeaway something is wrong with Mum’s meal. The only positive today was that I got her meal home quickly, so it was still hot. “I’m sorry,” I said, to which she said “…don’t be, it’s not your fault.”

I USED THE WORD 'EMERGING' BECAUSE I THINK IT'S IMPORTANT TO LET OURSELVES EASE INTO THE PROCESS. WHAT ARE THE COMFORT ZONES YOU'RE NOTICING SO FAR?

Are you noticing that some prompts are more outside your comfort zones than others? If you find yourself coming up against a comfort zone, could you let yourself use a tool like this and emerge into the photo gently rather than push yourself and make it all or nothing? Can you think of any other times you let yourself stretch into an experience, step by step and let yourself emerge gently?

After eating, I went to the guest room at Mum’s, which since COVID has become my home away from home. In fact, since my stroke & my issues with my feet, I haven’t been to my own place much at all in 2023. I crawled into bed and my little dog Kira jumped up to snuggle down next to me. My head throbbed as I mindlessly scrolled YouTube on my iPhone. Soon, I fell asleep. A few hours later my Mum woke me up, asking if I’d turned in for the evening and saying the garbage had to go out. She then looked down at the fan next to my bed, saw that it was dusty and that it needed to be wiped clean “…as it might catch fire!” She then went into the bathroom to get a cloth. I got up to attend to the garbage, & to make tea. That’s when we got into words, this time over the state of the guest room toilet which I haven’t cleaned since August. It’s these little messes that sets her off, as over time they’ve added up bit by bit. Every other day now the frustration over my laziness boils over into a war of words between us. The worst part is that I’m not mindful when Mum gets upset, my empathic nature picks up on her exasperation, raising the heat in my veins as well. It’s something I’m not proud of. It’s something I wish I could deal with better. I’m tired of my anxiety, depression, and now the 50 days of antibiotic therapy, all of which drag me down. Little victories of tackling the messes in my life seem few & far between, as I find it impossible to emerge from beneath their weighted strain that pulls me down. I want to get better, I long for it, cry for it, hell, I’d even die for it.

This was originally posted on Instagram.

Today’s photo prompt and reflective journaling questions for today was a part of the BE YOUR OWN BELOVED photo workshop challenge which is run several times throughout the year by photographer VIVIENNE McMASTER. It’s well worth signing up for, and doing alongside other participants.

DAY 4: THE STORY OF YOU

THESE EARS HAVE HEARD...

These hands have created a vanilla sundae with whipped cream, chocolate syrup, & a maraschino cherry in a small clear glass desert bowl with a short stem & pedestal - only the sundae itself was crafted out of melted wax crayons for an art project Ms Reed had our grade 5 class make.

The fingers of these hands have created the sound of music as they learned to dance across the ivory keys of the wood grained upright Yamaha piano my parents enrolled me to learn when I was ever so young. And these hands wiped away tears from my eyes on the days I’d have a temper tantrum, fighting with Mum over not wanting to practice.

These hands have created pencil drawings of the Cariboo-Chilcotin region I grew up surrounded by, in the heart of British Columbia, Canada when I was twelve years old - inspired by the pen & ink drawings of Canadian artist Al Ranger whose book “The Cariboo: Sketches, Maps & Trip Notes by Al Ranger” still has a place on my shelf today. One of those drawings won an honourable mention at a retreat in Portland, Oregon I attended through my first high school, the White Rock Christian Academy.

These hands have created oil paintings on canvas at the age of fourteen, when I told my Mum I wanted to learn how to paint like that easy going painted on television, Bob Ross. Somehow Mum found a local woman, Artist Vee Hansen, who ran a small framing & arts supplies store that also offered classes for adults. She let me join her class of adult painters, where I caught on quickly, recreating a scene of Mt St Helen’s before its explosion. It was a curriculum that eventually replaced playing the piano, a decision I’ve often regretted as I got older. But the painting has been something I’ve continued to do, on & off, ever since.

These hands have created a scar in me, when I woke to find them frozen with a tingling sensation akin to the feeling one has when their foot falls asleep. I’d felt sick before going to bed that night on the last day of January 2023, so much so I remember taking some nighttime cold & flu medication before falling asleep early, around 7pm. Around 10pm I remember waking from my slumber to a strange sensitivity that ran up my arms, into my chest & down my right leg. I remember laying in bed, slightly scared as I wondered what was happening as the awareness of something normal returned to my left side. I stumbled out of bed, & through my fog I wandered down the hallway to the kitchen to find my Mum, and explain to her how I was feeling. FAST, the acronym society uses to identify the advancing onset of a stroke didn’t seem to apply to me. FAST, but my Face wasn’t droopy. FAST, but I could lift my Arms above my head. FAST, but my Speech wasn’t impaired. So I decided to return to bed, hopeful the feeling in the rest of my body would return by morning, just as it had in my left side just a few moments before.

But it didn’t. I woke again around 6am, & struggled to even manoeuvre to the toilet. Pulling down my pyjama bottoms was a struggle, & wiping my own ass felt impossible due to that damn lingering sensation of a tingling numbness in my arm & what was my once dominant right hand. I flushed as it took all my strength to hoist myself up onto my legs, & I stumbled down the hallway to the entrance to the garage.

I sloppily stuffed my feet into my shoes, lumbering across the garage to go outside. There, I trudged through the snow to the mailbox that hadn’t been checked in days. I made it, collected the few pieces of junk mail in my left hand, and headed back towards the house only to find my right shoe had slipped off near the foot of the driveway not long after I had ventured out. It scared me that my bare skin hadn’t even noticed the cold, damp, snow as my foot took slow step after slow step to the community mailbox a block away from the house. Something was wrong.

But I still decided to ignore my aching distant desire to call 911, instead I chose to sleep some more. So, when I woke again around 11am, almost 13 hours after a part of my body decided to go on some kinda permanent vacation, I finally made the decision to call 911. After being taken to the hospital by ambulance around 2pm, emergency room staff put me through a barrage of tests. I remember the sound of my gurney’s smooth wheels gliding along the white medical grade vinyl flooring with grey speckled spots as I watched the two by four ceiling tiles pass by overhead, broken up by panels of fluorescent light tubes that lit our path. I was still conscious when a doctor came to my emergency room bedside to break the news to me. It was now around 10pm, almost 24 hours after I had awakened to my new reality of which this middle aged man offered clarity without comfort: I had suffered a stroke.

A stroke. Something old people have. A stroke. His words were scolding, for my not coming in right away, as any of the pharmaceutical cocktails they could have given me would now be ineffective. A tear streamed down my face. I’m certain anyone could have smelled the fear that was wound deep in my being at that moment in time. A stroke. Sometimes called a brain attack. An event the CDC describes as occurring “…when something blocks blood supply to part of the brain or when a blood vessel in the brain bursts. In either case, parts of the brain become damaged or die. A stroke can cause lasting brain damage, long-term disability, or even death…” A stroke.

Part of my brain was damaged. Part of my brain was dead. This was my new reality. Would these hands ever create anything ever again? Not knowing was the most terrifying of all. I sobbed deeply with the wail of a moan, a broken cante jondo. Nothing prepares you for these things. For things that have the potential to change the trajectory of the rest of your life.

(277/365).

This was originally posted on Instagram.

Today’s photo prompt and reflective journaling questions for today was a part of the BE YOUR OWN BELOVED photo workshop challenge which is run several times throughout the year by photographer VIVIENNE McMASTER. It’s well worth signing up for, and doing alongside other participants.

DAY 05: OUR REFLECTIONS

I know for many of us we hear 'reflection' and we think the mirror. And the mirror is often another place like through the camera where we might find old stories come up. We'll connect with the mirror later in class, but today is about reclaiming a playful and inquisitive relationship with our reflection. How did finding your reflection in this way feel?

From October 5, 2023: With photo challenges like this, I have to be careful that I don’t overthink a challenge & become paralyzed by the process. So, as I headed out, I reminded myself to keep it simple & just be mindful of recognizing those brief moments when my reflection appears on surfaces that aren’t traditionally considered mirrors.

With the injuries to my feet, my adventures have been confined to taking short drives to grocery stores, restaurants, pharmacies, & the hospital. Today was no different, as I drove from my Mom’s to Peace Arch Hospital. After registering, I head to the cafeteria to get an oatmeal cookie, a bottle of water, & a hot tea. When the cafe is closed, I stop to see what the vending machines have. When I was young, they stood as shrines of sugary, addictive junk food. But now they only offer purportedly healthy snack food items in each slot of every row. My finger reaches out to type 1, 4 & 4. The machine’s readout displays the price of a small bag of peanuts: $3.75. I roll my eyes at the price, even though I’ve purchased this item before & knew what it would say. I walk away, deciding not to get anything.

HOW IS BUILDING YOUR RELATIONSHIP TO YOURSELF THROUGH THE CAMERA FEELING FOR YOU SO FAR THIS MONTH?

We're only on Day 5, but we're already in the process of creating a habit of taking a selfie each day and building a relationship to ourselves through the camera. What has that relationship been in the past between you and a photo? And what would you like it to be like in the future? Proclaim it here in this space...what are some words to describe how you'd like your relationship to seeing yourself in photos be in the future? Open? Kind? Inquisitive? Exciting? Thoughtful? There is no right or wrong here...let whatever is coming up for you have a place to land here!

It can be a struggle to stop myself from binging. Crawl out of bed in a depressed state? Head to the kitchen to have a bowl of Corn-Pops; a few slices of toast with either butter, peanut butter, & jam on it, or instead of jam, honey; a muffin, heated with butter; a few glasses of fruit juice; a small yogurt with granola sprinkled on top; & a large cup of tea with milk. Head back to bed. When I’m driving, it can be a challenge not to turn into some place like the Dairy Queen to order a chocolate dipped vanilla soft serve cone, or a peanut buster parfait. And it’s also a challenge not to load up on an extra large popcorn; Reese’s Pieces peanuts wrapped in smooth peanut butter & a crunchy candy shell; as well as an extra large Coca-Cola when I go to the movies.

Even writing this reflection in bed makes me wonder what junk may be sitting in the cupboard, the fridge, or hidden in the garage. I haven’t gained weight since my stroke, but it’s a fear. I hate fat Steve. He kept me from being photographed with friends, & in selfies.

(278/365).

This was originally posted on Instagram.

Today’s photo prompt and reflective journaling questions for today was a part of the BE YOUR OWN BELOVED photo workshop challenge which is run several times throughout the year by photographer VIVIENNE McMASTER. It’s well worth signing up for, and doing alongside other participants.

DAY 1: TAKING THE FIRST STEP

As we begin this month of opening up to seeing ourselves with kindness through our cameras, what are you hoping for?

It’s October & this month I envision cultivating a new relationship with myself. One where I’m kinder, & more gentle with myself. One where I’m more mindful about how I approach experiences & people in my life. One where I remember to get some exercise each week. One where I’m more aware about what I eat. One where I tackle a little bit of the many chores I have to do each & every day. One where I take a moment to breathe & reflect. One where I get things done.

What would you love to feel in this experience?

To that end, there’s something that I would love to feel in this experience - a sense of completion. I don’t want to live a life where my wheels keep spinning in the mud. Today, I envision that the mud is drying & the vehicle that takes me through life is finally able to gain traction again.

Are there certain types of selfies you hope to capture?

As such, I’d like to shoot selfies this month that are creatively interesting, & paired with reflections that help me reveal a little bit of what’s buried in my soul.

IT CAN BE POWERFUL TO GIVE VOICE TO WHAT WE'RE NERVOUS OR FEARFUL OF TOO. WHAT FEARS OR WORRIES ARE ON YOUR MIND?

Of course, I do worry that I won’t finish the things I’ve started. My life seems to be full of that: 1 step forward, & 3 steps back. For once I’d like to take some steps forward, and little to no steps back. That’s always been my biggest fear, where I not only let others down, but myself as well.

By giving them space to be heard and knowing that they might come up again, it can help us begin to diffuse their power over us!

WHAT ARE YOU HOPING FOR IN THE JOURNEY AHEAD THIS MONTH?

Finally, I’m hopeful that my feet heal fully, so I can start my daily walks again. It’s scary to think how I came so close to losing toes on the right side of my foot. I know I shouldn’t have waited so long to seek treatment. I’m not beating myself up for my choices, but I’m going to learn from them.

HAVE YOU TAKEN YOUR PHOTO ALREADY? IF NOT...ARE YOU FEELING RESISTANT? IF SO, IT'S TOTALLY OKAY AND LET'S EXPLORE WHY!

Plus, we're on Day 1 of a class, beginning a process of taking a photo every day! Today is about creating that motion in the process and this space it to let yourself acknowledge the resistance and see what happens next!

Today, I wasn’t sure what kind of photo I should take. I wanted a closer shot of my foot but I was hooked up to my IV when I snapped this picture, so I’m going to live with it.

HOW DID IT FEEL TO TAKE YOUR FIRST STEP?

How did it feel to go for it and take your photo? How did it feel to go past your resistance? What are you excited about in the journey ahead?

I felt apprehensive about the photo I took today. I cringe a little seeing the wrinkles, & the discolouration on some of my nails. My feet look dry, harsh, worn, & old. I need to keep them moisturized, by using cream, & by drinking more water. I’m also apprehensive about posting this photo, but it’s a good starting point for it shows me what I don’t want my feet to look like. With time, care, & attention, they can be healed. They can feel & look great again.

(274/365)

This was originally posted on Instagram.

Today’s photo prompt and reflective journaling questions for today was a part of the BE YOUR OWN BELOVED photo workshop challenge which is run several times throughout the year by photographer VIVIENNE McMASTER. It’s well worth signing up for, and doing alongside other participants.

“Master, why do people take so much medicine when they feel down?”

“Because child, they have not realised they have the power to meditate and heal within them. Instead, they would rather pay for external poisons in the guise of cures than converse with their inner world.”

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What will you do today to empower your life?

This quote is taken from my book "Empowering Thoughts". 280 pages of thoughts to empower your life. Available worldwide now from your favourite online bookstores. Learn more at the link below.

Wishing you a beautiful and empowered day,

James Cole

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“So, tomorrow my appointment is at 9:20, right?” I asked Janice, the wound care nurse as she worked on wrapping my feet the day before.

“I think so, let me check.” she said as she disappeared from the room for a moment. “9:40!” her raised voice from around the corner proclaimed.

“You should’ve told me 9:20,” I joked, referring to my tendency to be late. “Then I might arrive on time for once!” We both laughed. It relieves me that she’s never really been upset over my tardiness. I’ve often struggled to be on time for appointments, classes, meetings.

It used to really piss Jessie off. She once got so upset with me that she got out of my tan sedan, slamming the door behind her as she marched back home after I responded in a snarky & indignant tone to her grievances, as if she should be grateful I’d driven from Vancouver to Richmond just for her. It pissed her Mum off too.

It’s also pissed some of my teachers off. One even developed stricter rules in her course outlines about attendance & tardiness over the years that I sometimes felt she did so just because of me.

And it certainly pisses my Mother off. At least with her I’m on time taking her to appointments. If it’s just to go shopping though, well, that’s another story.

Today, I had to be on time because the wound care doctor was examining my feet. It wasn’t so hopeful. He didn’t seem so optimistic but wanted to stay the course. Amputation came up again & he asked if I’d heard from the specialist yet. “No, I haven’t.”

He gives me a prescription for new offloading footwear, and mentions moving me to a prescription antibiotic. This scares me. As I’m tight on money. In fact, it’s been weeks now since I’ve gotten my depression, diabetes, high blood pressure, & stroke meds. But I don’t tell him this. Just that I wasn’t sure I could afford another drug. “Don’t you have fair pharmacare?” one of the nurses asks.

“No.” I say, adding sheepishly, “…it’s been awhile since I’ve filed my taxes.” They say they can keep me on IV another week, as if that would be enough time to get the taxes done. I sigh.

(59/366).

“Master, why do people take so much medicine when they feel down?”

“Because child, they have not realised they have the power to meditate and heal within them. Instead, they would rather pay for external poisons in the guise of cures than converse with their inner world.”

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What will you do today to empower your life?

This quote is taken from my book "Empowering Thoughts". 280 pages of thoughts to empower your life. Available worldwide now from your favourite online bookstores. Learn more at the link below.

Wishing you a beautiful and empowered day,

James Cole

empoweringmeditations.com/book

#Antidepressant #Anxiety #Anxietyawareness #Anxietyproblems #Anxietyrelief #Depressed #Depression #Depressionawareness #Easternmedicine #Emotionalhealing #Empoweringmeditations #EmpoweringThoughts #Healing #Health #Healwithin #Holistichealth #Innerhealing #JamesCole #Medicine #Meditation #Mentalhealth #Mentalhealthawareness #Mentalhealthmatters #Mentalhealthquotes #Mentalhealthrecovery #Mindbodysoul #Mindfulness #Spiritualawakening #Wellbeing #Westernmedicine

February 11, 2023: I’m feeling really down today. Looks like this bout with chickenpox is behind me and they’re going to release me from #PeaceArchHospital tomorrow or Monday, but I feel like nothing has been done for why I was admitted to begin with: my stroke.

Overall, I’ve felt zero improvement with the areas that have been bothering me: it feels like my upper right arm has a blood pressure cuff tightened around it constantly, and my lower right arm is tingling. My upper right chest and back is also tight, difficult to move. My right leg is tingling still too with feeling gone to some touch, as is my arm. It’s been twelve days now almost like this, maybe the rest of my life. Why didn’t I come in sooner? Fuck.

Today would have also been my Dad’s 99th birthday had he not passed in 2004. Happy birthday Dad. I miss you so much.

42/365.

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#finearts #student #selfie #selfies #selfietime #writing #nonfiction #memoir #visualdiary #visualdiary_art

This was originally posted on Instagram.

“Master, why do people take so much medicine when they feel down?”

“Because child, they have not realised they have the power to meditate and heal within them. Instead, they would rather pay for external poisons in the guise of cures than converse with their inner world.”

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What will you do today to empower your life?

This quote is taken from my book "Empowering Thoughts". 280 pages of thoughts to empower your life. Available worldwide now from your favourite online bookstores. Learn more at the link below.

Wishing you a beautiful and empowered day,

James Cole

empoweringmeditations.com/book

#Antidepressant #Anxiety #Anxietyawareness #Anxietyproblems #Anxietyrelief #Depressed #Depression #Depressionawareness #Easternmedicine #Emotionalhealing #Empoweringmeditations #EmpoweringThoughts #Healing #Health #Healwithin #Holistichealth #Innerhealing #JamesCole #Medicine #Meditation #Mentalhealth #Mentalhealthawareness #Mentalhealthmatters #Mentalhealthquotes #Mentalhealthrecovery #Mindbodysoul #Mindfulness #Spiritualawakening #Wellbeing #Westernmedicine

Another day slipped away… I didn’t achieve much today. I slept in, managing to take out the dogs around 10:30am. I then put the kettle on to boil to make tea followed by sitting on the sofa with Mom’s dog Tiffany in my arms, cradling her on her back like one would hold an infant. Her eyes were closed as I gently massaged her belly while @drewfromtv led contestants through various games on @therealpriceisright, a show I haven’t seen in years. My dog Kira lay curled up at my feet, content to let me spend time with Tiff.

Eventually I got dressed and headed to @choicesmarket to get some ground turkey and other ingredients with which to make a meatloaf. It was Sadie’s last day at the store I learned, as she bagged my groceries, her eyes bright with excitement peering out from behind her glasses, her smile stretching from ear to ear with a graceful ease. She starts at UBC next week and will be moving closer to the campus. I wished her well, and said I’d miss her chipper demeanour.

Before Choices though, I had a warm bowl of tortilla soup with three enchiladas, rice, and beans at @aychihuahuamexfood. The soup was soothing and helped calm the anxiety that lingers beneath my skin like a weak and jittery force field of energy. A thin coat of paint, a blanket of dust barely visible, but there nonetheless.

Later in the day I had wound care for my legs. They’re slowly getting better, and might improve quickly if I could stop picking at them. Even as I lay in bed tonight, I’ve peeled back a bandage to rip at the skin that’s trying to recover, a small trickle of blood running down over my ankle.

After having @fiveguysca for dinner, complete with a large @cocacola_ca, I did a load of clothes, including a few of my compression socks. I already have an idea of my Saturday schedule: in the morning I want to clean the cat’s room at Mom’s, and pack up some of the Christmas decorations I managed to put out.

I only hope I don’t sleep in.

03/365. This is my third post for 2025 in my ongoing subversive selfie project, where I try to capture an honest account of my life, both the good, the bad, and the ugly for preservation on social media.

February 8, 2023: Fuck. I don’t even know what’s wrong with me but now I’m being moved to isolation because of this fucking rash I didn’t have when I had my stroke. Makes me wish I hadn’t come in. All I know it’s possibly because one doctor thought I’d be better off on some other diabetes medication, @ozempic_semaglutide_injection. I’m also told that where I’m moving #PeaceArchHospital won’t even have a washroom ffs. Might as well shove me onto the street.

39/365.

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It’s been a new year for almost twenty-four hours now as I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, as my Dyson fan blows cool air across my upper body. I haven’t been posting much to social media in recent months, partly because the desire just hasn’t been there.

My legs are sore tonight, as is my right shoulder, arm, and back. The muscles are tense, as if they are encased in cement that sends lightning along the pain receptors as I make even the simplest of gestures. Basically, the areas that are sore are the same areas that were impacted by the stroke I had at the end of January 2023, almost two years ago. The hospital put me on a new oral antibiotic to supplement the IV was getting over the last few weeks. On Sunday, December 15, 2024 I made my way into the ER at Peace Arch Hospital as my right leg was swollen and sore around the large area I’d been picking at over the past few months. I feared a new infection. My left leg also had open sores from similar attacks by the nails on my fingers, only it wasn’t swollen. The doctor set me up for IV again, as well as oral medication: two different antibiotics. The doctors have seen me before, and I sense disappointment in them seeing me back so soon since my last round of treatment. They don’t seem to understand why I feel the desire to submit myself to this kind of persistent personal torture. But they’re glad I know that I am aware that it needs to stop… I’m on a wait list to see the psychiatrist again. But I’m not sure more medication is the answer.

I feel so stuck in life. I want things to change but I don’t know where to start or if it’s even worth trying anymore.

01/365: this is the first post in my subversive selfie project for 2025, a creative personal project where I try to reflect honestly about where I am in life.

Day two of 2025 started with my taking Kira and Tiffany out into the backyard so they could do their morning business. The pebbled concrete was damp and cool on my bare feet as I walked across it, looking out at the dark green grass lit by a cloudy grey sky.

I then made tea for my mom and I. Assam with organic 2% milk. Hot tea settles my nerves a bit, and by its very nature forces me to slow down to savour the moment as it’s something that can’t be chugged. I sit at the kitchen table, scrolling through social media on my iPhone: Facebook, Instagram, X, and YouTube. Nothing really catches my eye, so I open Coursera, and listen to a few of the videos for a workshop on memory as portrayed in film.

The week’s first film will have me screen 50 FIRST DATES, a film that came out just over twenty years ago. It’s about a young man played by Adam Sandler, who tries to win the heart of Drew Barrymore, who is unable to retain short term memories. The course examines the films to discuss how they relate to the latest understanding of the human brain and its ability to process and store memories. I enrolled in this because a lot of my own artwork focusses on portrayals of the self, and a key aspect of that, and of writing memoir, focuses on how people remember experiences, and reflect on what happens in life.

The rest of the day slipped by rather unproductively. I got two loads of laundry done, and worked on cleaning the guest bathroom at my Mom’s. I last scrubbed the room down in October, although it feels as though I did nothing then. I then went to Starbucks where I worked on some writing for awhile before heading back home to the comfort of my unmade bed.

A more careful eye will notice I skipped over the argument I had with my mum, over my slow progress with getting the garage organized and cleaned. Like the bathroom, I make progress but then let that progress slip away. I’m tired of being so unreliable.

02/365. This is the second entry of 2025 for my subversive selfie project… a fine art photography and short reflective memoir exercise I do to try and keep an honest account of my life going everyday for the world to see.

Monday marks a week since I opened my Yahoo! Mail to find the email from my doctor’s receptionist, kindly explaining how my doctor wouldn’t be able to assist me further with the results of the bacterial culture that had been processed by Peace Arch Hospital a few days earlier. Instead, he advised that I go to my local emergency room as they would be able to do any further tests required to make recommendations on a course of action for my foot’s latest malady. Specifically, three different bacterial infections were detected by the tests that were done, nesting in the second toe of my right foot, as follows: 1) Pseudomonas aeruginosa 3+; 2) Staph. pseudintermedius 3+; & 3) Enterobacter cloacae complex 2+. I made the mistake of googling one of them, & the results noted how: “Enterobacter infections are serious infections with a high mortality rate, even with appropriate treatment,” scaring the hell out of me. I’m on two different antibiotics intravenously, which I go for once a day, & I’m on a third high dose oral antibiotic, which I take twice a day. The medication knocks me out like nothing else before & will continue for six weeks right through the month of September.

Last month, a friend of mine said this when I expressed disappointment in not chatting with them more often, to which they replied: “…you always do that self pity thing you gotta stop doing that, not a good look.” It’s something that’s stuck with me. Between that & bombing my summer art history course because of the third leg infection that hit me mid-June & a request to have an extension on my final project for the semester was subsequently denied: both instances are examples of why I’ve avoided posting my daily selfies here. I was so excited to enrol in the fourth year open studio course this fall, I wanted to push my exploration of self-portraiture with two amazing professors but with a year of dealing with infections in my legs & feet, I fear finishing my degree is slipping further and further away. Not to fall back on the self pity thing but the heaviness in my chest is real, the feeling that I’ll breakdown in tears at any given moment, so asubstantial.

(230/365).

“Healthcare.”

I am in isolation at the #PeaceArchHospital after having a stroke on January 31, 2023 and somehow contracting chickenpox. There isn’t much in the room I’m in, although there is a small screw in the wall on which a clock or bulletin board was likely hung at one time. This lonely screw became the hook upon which I hung up to three found objects to create what Robert Rauschenberg termed a readymade combine.

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This was part of a photo series I did in isolation for a short @themuseumofmodernart @coursera course on ART & IDEAS. I had little to work with in playing with the ideas of Marcel Duchamp.

Duchamp would have been interested in knowing if a stethoscope could become an art object simply by hanging it on the wall in a gallery. He coined the term “the readymade” which were as he said, "everyday objects raised to the dignity of a work of art by the artist's act of choice."

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#sick #stroke #strokesurvivor #strokerecovery #heartdisease #heartdiseaseawareness #highbloodpressure #diabetes #diabetic #highbloodsugar #anxiety #anxietyproblems #depression #depressionhelp #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #mentalhealthmatters #stress

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“Master, why do people take so much medicine when they feel down?”

“Because child, they have not realised they have the power to meditate and heal within them. Instead, they would rather pay for external poisons in the guise of cures than converse with their inner world.”

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What will you do today to empower your life?

This quote is taken from my book "Empowering Thoughts". 280 pages of thoughts to empower your life. Available worldwide now from your favourite online bookstores. Learn more at the link below.

Wishing you a beautiful and empowered day,

James Cole

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“Master, why do people take so much medicine when they feel down?”

“Because child, they have not realised they have the power to meditate and heal within them. Instead, they would rather pay for external poisons in the guise of cures than converse with their inner world.”

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What will you do today to empower your life?

This quote is taken from my book "Empowering Thoughts". 280 pages of thoughts to empower your life. Available worldwide now from your favourite online bookstores. Learn more at the link below.

Wishing you a beautiful and empowered day,

James Cole

empoweringmeditations.com/book

#Antidepressant #Anxiety #Anxietyawareness #Anxietyproblems #Anxietyrelief #Depressed #Depression #Depressionawareness #Easternmedicine #Emotionalhealing #Empoweringmeditations #EmpoweringThoughts #Healing #Health #Healwithin #Holistichealth #Innerhealing #JamesCole #Medicine #Meditation #Mentalhealth #Mentalhealthawareness #Mentalhealthmatters #Mentalhealthquotes #Mentalhealthrecovery #Mindbodysoul #Mindfulness #Spiritualawakening #Wellbeing #Westernmedicine

I snapped this selfie while filling my SUV at a @shell station in Langley following the screening of the 4K 30th Anniversary re-release of David Fincher’s SE7EN, starring Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman. Reflections are often used in film to highlight the duality that can exist within people. I remember several scenes in Alfred Hitchcock’s film PSYCHO that play with this motif: when Norman Bates (Anthony Perkins) brings Marion Crane (Janet Leigh) food on a tray, he stops beside one of the motel’s windows, it’s blinds closed inside the room this window is a part of - and we see Norman’s reflection highlighting the duality inside him, of the people he represents through his personality, and how that impacts his intentions with Marion; and earlier when Marion is first introduced to her motel room, she stands before a mirror, and she’s clutching her handbag and the secrets that it holds which are related to her own poor choices which Norman has no clue about, and never will.

Every day we are reflections in the world. We glimpse our reflections through the mirrors in our bathrooms or hallways. We catch a glimpse of ourselves in our rear view mirrors if we drive. Or we can find them in unexpected places like I did when I decided to capture this picture. When we snap selfies we see a digital reflection of ourselves on our smart devices. The image I project today often lacks confidence and I wonder how many notice it. When I pass others I usually keep my head down, letting my life be distracted by my own iPhone, be it doom scrolling or catching @pokemon in @pokemongoapp … it’s odd how we can be in public surrounded by and passing by maybe dozens or even hundreds of people everyday when we navigate our cities.

In a rare instance where I wasn’t distracted, a few days before Christmas, a woman commented on my Grinch cap and Christmas shirt, that it made her laugh. She also noticed I’d been walking with a limp and commented on it, and I answered how my feet and legs have been messed up thanks to my depression and diabetes. It was then that she prayed for me, and after she left, I cried. My hidden loneliness was revealed in a single, brief instance.

05/365.

February 1, 2023: I’ll write more later, but I am in #PeaceArchHospital today.

32/365.

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“Healthcare.”

I am in isolation at the #PeaceArchHospital after having a stroke on January 31, 2023 and somehow contracting chickenpox. There isn’t much in the room I’m in, although there is a small screw in the wall on which a clock or bulletin board was likely hung at one time. This lonely screw became the hook upon which I hung up to three found objects to create what Robert Rauschenberg termed a readymade combine.

—————

This was part of a photo series I did in isolation for a short @themuseumofmodernart @coursera course on ART & IDEAS. I had little to work with in playing with the ideas of Marcel Duchamp.

Duchamp would have been interested in knowing if a stethoscope could become an art object simply by hanging it on the wall in a gallery. He coined the term “the readymade” which were as he said, "everyday objects raised to the dignity of a work of art by the artist's act of choice."

—————

#sick #stroke #strokesurvivor #strokerecovery #heartdisease #heartdiseaseawareness #highbloodpressure #diabetes #diabetic #highbloodsugar #anxiety #anxietyproblems #depression #depressionhelp #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #mentalhealthmatters #stress

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“Healthcare.”

I am in isolation at the #PeaceArchHospital after having a stroke on January 31, 2023 and somehow contracting chickenpox. There isn’t much in the room I’m in, although there is a small screw in the wall on which a clock or bulletin board was likely hung at one time. This lonely screw became the hook upon which I hung up to three found objects to create what Robert Rauschenberg termed a readymade combine.

—————

This was part of a photo series I did in isolation for a short @themuseumofmodernart @coursera course on ART & IDEAS. I had little to work with in playing with the ideas of Marcel Duchamp.

Duchamp would have been interested in knowing if a stethoscope could become an art object simply by hanging it on the wall in a gallery. He coined the term “the readymade” which were as he said, "everyday objects raised to the dignity of a work of art by the artist's act of choice."

—————

#sick #stroke #strokesurvivor #strokerecovery #heartdisease #heartdiseaseawareness #highbloodpressure #diabetes #diabetic #highbloodsugar #anxiety #anxietyproblems #depression #depressionhelp #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #mentalhealthmatters #stress

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Day two. Had a really bland & disgusting breakfast at the #PeaceArchHospital, which, lucky me, I just threw up. On top of that, I’ve been in tears because I feel so stupid. I also have to tell them that I despise coffee. God I wish I could have a cup of tea.

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Been sitting waiting to be moved at #PeaceArchHospital in @cityofwhiterock for awhile now. Almost an hour.

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February 2, 2023: So tired… still at #PeaceArchHospital.

33/365.

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February 12, 2023: Feeling defeated this weekend. And so lonely.

43/365.

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February 7, 2023: Fresh from a long shower, the first since my stroke a week ago today, at around 10pm in the evening. I let the water run over my rash riddled skin, and cleaned it as best I could with the soap the orderly provided. I stood during the procedure, trying to reach whatever I could without wetting the area where my IV hookups were. I so needed it, as someone who showers twice a day, going a week had not been good for my mental health and it probably wasn’t helping my skin.

They still don’t know for certain why I have this rash. A doctor was going to do a biopsy today and got going on it: froze an area, did a preliminary cut but couldn’t continue as some stuff wasn’t included in the kit he asked for. So he’s going to bring a kit from his office in the morning. I did learn that he’s done these countless times before, just never on himself or on a speeding bus, or while flying a plane.

For those wanting to visit, it will probably be better not to until they diagnose the rash.

38/365.

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“Healthcare.”

I am in isolation at the #PeaceArchHospital after having a stroke on January 31, 2023 and somehow contracting chickenpox. There isn’t much in the room I’m in, although there is a small screw in the wall on which a clock or bulletin board was likely hung at one time. This lonely screw became the hook upon which I hung up to three found objects to create what Robert Rauschenberg termed a readymade combine.

—————

This was part of a photo series I did in isolation for a short @themuseumofmodernart @coursera course on ART & IDEAS. I had little to work with in playing with the ideas of Marcel Duchamp.

Duchamp would have been interested in knowing if a stethoscope could become an art object simply by hanging it on the wall in a gallery. He coined the term “the readymade” which were as he said, "everyday objects raised to the dignity of a work of art by the artist's act of choice."

—————

#sick #stroke #strokesurvivor #strokerecovery #heartdisease #heartdiseaseawareness #highbloodpressure #diabetes #diabetic #highbloodsugar #anxiety #anxietyproblems #depression #depressionhelp #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #mentalhealthmatters #stress

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I’m stuck in isolation in the #peacearchhospital, following a stroke and a bout with chickenpox, and although I have a view, the moon isn’t visible tonight. So I took a page from artist Vik Muniz, and shot photographs of the hospital room floor. I then adjusted the photo’s brightness, contrast, highlights, and shadows to create the abstracted image seen here.

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I ended up submitting it for a @themuseumofmodernart @coursera workshop, SEEING THROUGH PHOTOGRAPHS Creative Challenge: Shoot for the Moon! Specifically, it’s description said: “You’ve explored many ways that artists have photographed the moon. Now add your photograph of the moon! Take or share a photograph of the moon. Feel free to interpret this assignment creatively—maybe the moon won’t be visible at all in your photograph, or moonlight will be an element in your process. The sky is not your limit! Tell us about your process and the decisions you made.”

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I won’t dare anyone to lick this better.

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Lunch.

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February 3, 2023: Having some kind of allergic reaction but they don’t know what it is. I’ve been hot cold hot cold all day. Watched VENOM finally, Tom Hardy saves it and it works because of him. Oh, and the food was awful still, at #PeaceArchHospital.

34/365.

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Having some kind of allergic reaction but they don’t know what it is. I’ve been hot cold hot cold all day.

#sick #stroke #strokesurvivor #strokerecovery #heartdisease #heartdiseaseawareness #highbloodpressure #diabetes #diabetic #highbloodsugar #anxiety #anxietyproblems #depression #depressionhelp #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #mentalhealthmatters #stress

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February 3, 2023 breakfast

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February 3 dinner I could barely touch at #PeaceArchHospital.

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The meals improved the longer I stayed in hospital.

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February 4, 2023: So weak. Still at #PeaceArchHospital, but the food doesn’t seem to be moving through me

35/365.

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February 4, 2023: So weak. Still at #PeaceArchHospital, but the food doesn’t seem to be moving through me

35/365.

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