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Every single day that my vision fades, no matter how slowly over time, I remain, to some extent, a visual person. The sights I once saw, colours which used to be so bright, they have never left my brain. I attempt to bring what I still can’t help seeing in my mind’s eye out or else I go a little loopy.

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This is what I like to call “BlacK and Yellow”.

“I’ll be yours instead in my head. I’ll be yours instead.”

Sweet World – Braids, from “Companion”

Of course, this song doesn’t sound nearly as thrilling here, but the line from above seemed to fit with the visual images in my head of which I am attempting to do my best to bring forward through visual art.

Nothing is so black and white or, in my case, black and yellow.

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I’m thankful for black and yellow, the darkest and the lightest colours that I can only now see such a vague idea of, compared to how I will always remember them.

I am thankful that I had a few moments of pure blissful peace. All I did was play Braids on top quality sound and let that stereo sound take me away from everything. It was as close to meditation and drowning all my other chaotic thoughts out as I ever get.

I’m thankful for siblings, such as an older one who is understanding and does not mind helping me out with a writing project which has the potential of being huge. All it took was a request and my brother was all ready to go. I trust his insights and impressions after all this time. I appreciate that more than he knows.

That my younger brother makes such breathtaking music, with his friends, with his own talents, and now with his sister.

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He plays, unafraid, loudly and I feel the vibrations of that music’s power through the floor under my feet and into my heart and soul. He is so cool, his outlook on life and on getting on with it, as best we can, and not allowing negative thoughts and feelings to drag you down, no matter how hard they try.

And also for the pictures that show a new life and my sister’s own strength in giving that new and developing life a safe and healthy place to grow, for as long as it needs.

I’m thankful for fresh peach soft ice cream sundaes
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I’m thankful for women who speak up on the most vital matters that I wish I myself could do/say more about,

such as this woman in particular.

She is one of my heroes, in feminism, in literature, and in the art of just being a decent human being who stands up for what’s right. She spoke most recently at this United Nations 2016 meeting for World Humanitarian Day.

I am thankful for the thing which happened 25 years ago this week.

Happy Internaut Day. With the creation of the World Wide Web,

thanks to Tim Berners-Lee,

I would soon be able to find out anything I could ever wish to know and a whole new world of possibilities would open up to me, so many others, and especially the visually impaired.

I am thankful for the violin lesson I had, even for the rain that soaked me and made my shoes all squeaky as I stepped inside the music school. I am trying to get past feelings of silliness when my teacher shows me another technique she learned as a child. I am improving, slowly but surely.

I am thankful for the kindness and compassion shown to me by a nurse practitioner. She took the time to speak to me, not making any attempt to rush me, and I felt like she was really listening to what I had to say about my own years of illness and pain. I did my best to explain my many medical issues and how I’ve dealt with them. I tried to explain how far I’ve come, in making an effort in spite of the pain and the stress, to live my life. Not all medical professionals are nearly as understanding or empathetic. I don’t take such an attitude for granted when I come across it. I am lucky to have the medical clinic to reach out to in my town. It wasn’t so easy getting there.

I am thankful the Toronto Blue Jays are doing so well and that they won the game my brothers and my father were at. Here’s hoping for more of the same, as we head into autumn and a possible second year-in-a-row of playoff potential for our only Canadian baseball team in Toronto.

I am thankful my nephew is so big into the planets right now, just like I’ve been since childhood.

We enjoyed singing along to his favourite planet tune, even though I told him:

“In my day we had nine planets.”

Why is Pluto no longer a planet?

Pluto will always be a planet to me.

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I leave off this post with what I’m calling “Circulation” even if those I’ve asked all guessed I was trying to draw the planets, but I originally began with only the images of coloured circles. I don’t mind. I love the planets.

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Things change. Nothing stays the same. I am thankful that I have learned to recognize my thankfulness.

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Audio Description on YouTube #AudioDescribeYT

Vital! It’s 2016!

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Greetings Everyone!

Welcome back to fashioneyesta.com.

Today I wanted to do a blog on a topic which has recently hugely sparked my interest and that is audio description on YouTube. Now, a few weeks ago I discovered a video made by filmmaker and YouTuber James Rath (who, like me, is a content creator with a visual impairment.) In the video James Rath was talking about audio description, what it is, what it does and a campaign that he had started to lobby YouTube to incorporate a feature onto their platform to allow content creators to add audio description to their views in the same way we can with closed captions.

The campaign, namely the #AudioDescribeYT, campaign was started by James Rath to get people talking about audio description and to encourage them to lobby YouTube to look at adding this feature. Its 2016 and currently YouTube does not have a…

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What A Life! #FTSF #SoCS

“What a life!” my oma would always say with a sigh.

She was right. I say it now, that line, in exasperation, and in my memory of her, to honour her unique brand of wisdom and her straightforward ability to speak the truth.

I just had a checkup with a nurse practitioner. She was very thorough and we talked for what felt like a very long time. No rush to see me briefly and get me out the door. No neglect of what I needed. I told her my entire history, as fast as I possibly could, but she did not want me to hurry through the details. She was wonderful.

It takes me a little while to get through my somewhat complex medical history. I had her curious and eager to look up my eye condition

and the rare syndrome I share with my brother.

This took me back, which it can most often do, and required that I look back over the years.

Mostly I spoke of how sick I was before my then gp finally diagnosed my end-stage kidney failure at age twelve. That sure took me back, into the bad and the worse in terms of memories and recollections. I told her how hard it becomes to remember to include all necessary details, with every retelling I give a doctor or nurse. She was very understanding.

I see how far I’ve come when I look back, using my medical story as the example. I reflect on the girl I was and the struggles in the following years. I want to think I am doing alright considering. I think of my oma and I leave my medical checkup and I sigh.

When it comes to the years, I do so much looking back that it is sometimes a heavy weight on my shoulders.

I like the romantic notion of the days of yore. I read such fairy tales, but life is never like those stories in literature in reality. People reminisce about how it used to be, but perhaps, just perhaps they are remembering a time that never actually existed.

That may come across, to you, if you’re only just hearing me for the first time, as a highly pessimistic slant to life. Perhaps. Your take on, say the last twenty years of your own life, it could very well be all rosy coloured and tinted through different glasses. I haven’t worn glasses since 1996 I’m afraid.

No self pity here, but my life isn’t now or never has been a fairy tale anyway. Just the sort of telling it like it is/was, just like my oma used to like to do. That’s about as stream of consciousness as I can get today.

There is thankfulness to be had here, (which will for sure include that wonderful nurse), of course, but that is still to come in my next post.

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I’m doing a double linkup this weekend, starting with

Finding Ninee’s Finish The Sentence Friday,

followed by

Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

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Loons, Fox, Wind, and Pines: Life at IOTA

Eating strawberry shortcake and all things writing, all to the sound of the loons of New Brunswick, Canada. Love this. Sounds divine. That’s what a writing workshop should be about.

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iota doty (1) Our writing desks at IOTA

By Ryder Ziebarth

Just this past week, I took a busman’s holiday: four days at the Iota Conference of Short Prose in Campobello, New Brunswick, the former Roosevelt family compound on an island in Canada. The Inn is accessed by passport and a small bridge from the town of Lubec, Maine, the Easternmost point of the United States—a treat to myself, and a break after a receiving my MFA this June and starting right in on a memoir.

I am from New Jersey and it was quite a trek. Two planes from Newark (some lost luggage,) then a two-and-a-half-hour car ride north from Bangor, Maine. Once there, I entered a world so visually breathtaking (blueberry barrens, blue skies, coastal views) and stepped into a place and time so luxuriously unspoiled, my writer-self began scribbling long before my hands were off the steering wheel of my rented…

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From MD to Pokemon, Abby Is On The Move

I’m in here somewhere, along with a few other lovely ladies. We are speaking up and spreading the word as best we can. Happy to be a part of this campaign. Thanks goes to the woman who thought of it in the first place. Thanks Steph.

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Check Out These Fab Pics of #AbbyOnTheMove

Maryland Grocery Store with magnifierOur Abigail has been a busy lady indeed! The following photos were taken in Maryland, Nevada, California, Ontario and my personal favorite with Pokémon!

Susan Kennedy uses the smartphone app Visor in order to read a can label with magnification and contrast control at the grocery store. She’s wearing an Abigail Style comfy white tank which reads “Blind Chicks with Attitude” paired with a pink cotton sweater, gray shorts, and silver flats.

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Images: 1) Use more than eyes at the grocery store, try sniffing a cantaloupe to see if it’s sweet/ripe or not. 2) Susan greets cashier with a smile as she navigates with her white cane and pulls a full grocery cart behind her thru the checkout lane.

Abigail was a welcome tag-along on my wedding and honeymoon to Las Vegas, Williams, Az, the Grand Canyon, and Sedona, AZ! ~Bree Orner

A Little White Wedding ChapelWilliams, AZGrand CanyonSedona, AZ

My friend…

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#BeREALationships – WHEN SOMEONE YOU LOVE IS SUFFERING

Wise words. I happen to think this lady is pretty cool. She’s given me a way to focus on compassion when things often feel out of my control.

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Please welcome Yvonne Spence who won a Voices of the Year Award to #BeREALationships. Her series 1000 Voices Speak for Compassion brings bloggers together to impact the world.

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A person I love works hard, against difficult odds, to achieve a goal. It doesn’t happen.  This person feels disappointment. I feel it too, and regret. Perhaps if I’d followed up on an idea I had months ago the odds could have been reduced, this sadness prevented. I allowed others to dissuade me, wasn’t sure. I’m still not sure, and feel churned up, sad.

Another friend tells me there’s no point in looking back and feeling regret, no point thinking about what I should have done. What’s done is done. Go forward.

Of course, I know there’s truth in that, but instead of easing my ache, it adds a sense of being slapped over the knuckles. I don’t feel supported, but misunderstood.

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Seven Essays I Meet in My Literary Heaven

Today I am sharing this post from a few years ago, written by a brilliant woman I greatly admire, and whom I’ve learned so much from about what makes an essay shine. Interview with Jennifer to come on this blog very soon, so watch out for that.

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heavenA guest post from Jennifer Niesslein, founder of Full Grown People, the essay magazine:

1.     The Essay that Manages to Be Funny, Poignant, and Thought-Provoking All at the Same Time. I think I like this kind of essay because it most closely mimics real life: the humor and the pathos and the mysteries of being human. Shaun Anzaldua and Jody Mace are fabulous at this, and I don’t why they’re not household names.

2.     The Essay that Takes Me Someplace. Listen, I live a sheltered life. I’ve been out of the country once and that was to Toronto for a conference. (The black squirrels weirded me out.) My favorite place is home, where my robe is waiting. So when I come across an essay that transports me to Montana, or Ireland, or Italy in a way that feels like the writer is carrying me in her pocket?…

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