I was in a dream, the kind where you think you're awake...
Of course you were there.
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Thursday, February 18, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Keep. It. Simple. Stupid.
As we hugged goodnight, my nose and head filled with your familiar smell and I let my head fall into your shoulder. For a moment I let my mind wander off to a place I usually keep under glass and far from reach. The little girl in my mind has a paintbrush and canvas and has been conjuring up a fantasy. Who ever says that scent is a strong aphrodisiac, I could be your 'exhibit A".
***
The sun is streaming through the window as my eyes lighten and my body begins to tingle, recognizing its position. It is warm, and I can feel that it is still early. My feet glide over the texture of the sheets and collide with one of your hairy legs. I turn over to see you are still silent, off in a far away land.
I smile, and slip out of bed.
Under cold water I feel revived and awake, thinking over my day’s to do list. I am a teacher, no a journalist, no a doctor…
Regardless, I am awake, and I am happy.
Wrapped in a towel go to check my clothes which are still drying on a clothesline. The dog runs out the back as I grab the paper and return into the kitchen.
Starting the kettle and the stovetop, I crack the eggs, finding what vegetables are available for scrambling.
Just as the masterpiece in a pan begins to look delicious, I back up into you. “ Can I help?” you smile.
You are an Architect and I am… something. We live in a smaller town, near a larger one, with forest behind our house. We grow our own vegetables and live simply but sustainably. We have many friends and go on many adventures together and separately. These include canoe trips with our community, far away ventures and weekend climbing trips. We have a dog, which found us more than we found it. We live near the mountains, maybe in Canada, maybe not. We can each bike to work each day. Once a month we invite the kids of the town to our house to help us collect our veggies and make a feast and a jamboree. It is awesome.
We are not perfect, but we understand each other and support each other, we know when to give space and when to give comfort, and dear god, we are definitely still learning when to give either.
One of my favorite parts of the day is hearing about yours and telling my own adventures. It is so nice to have someone to share this with in confidence.
***
It’s funny to think about our parents. Our, being the generation of adventure craving, 20-something lost souls looking to finish school and make something of ourselves by age 30.
Our parents met, and supported each other through school. One for the other. Until one had a solid enough career to support a family. I am watching as my parents smile at eachother and plan adventures now... with the hard work and time clocked in their youth they are enjoying each other and the world around them now that their children have almost all moved out.
They married to ensure their relationship would survive because in those days god knows that it would be unheard of to share a bed or an apartment unless you were seriously involved. Their marriage was a pledge of trust and love and patience. I look at many of my close friends right now whose parents are splitting up, and I think to myself… I never want that. I listen to my friends talk about how thier parents married too young and ended up unhappy and lost, a lesson they have taken to heart. I look at my own parents and their communication and happiness with life and each other and I can’t help but wonder if what they have is just that rare and unattainable of a case. Something I should not expect?
***
as you left this morning, I hugged you good bye and felt a strange peace. Logic man, the day planners and the little girl all had questions and theories for me to revel, but Socrates declared to myself in as few words as possible " It is what it is".
***
Personally I am not even sure I am mature enough or WANT to be mature enough to commit to another person right now… but for a split second this morning that is exactly what I wanted. These are my thoughts right here right now.
Man, Honesty is a bitch.
***
The sun is streaming through the window as my eyes lighten and my body begins to tingle, recognizing its position. It is warm, and I can feel that it is still early. My feet glide over the texture of the sheets and collide with one of your hairy legs. I turn over to see you are still silent, off in a far away land.
I smile, and slip out of bed.
Under cold water I feel revived and awake, thinking over my day’s to do list. I am a teacher, no a journalist, no a doctor…
Regardless, I am awake, and I am happy.
Wrapped in a towel go to check my clothes which are still drying on a clothesline. The dog runs out the back as I grab the paper and return into the kitchen.
Starting the kettle and the stovetop, I crack the eggs, finding what vegetables are available for scrambling.
Just as the masterpiece in a pan begins to look delicious, I back up into you. “ Can I help?” you smile.
You are an Architect and I am… something. We live in a smaller town, near a larger one, with forest behind our house. We grow our own vegetables and live simply but sustainably. We have many friends and go on many adventures together and separately. These include canoe trips with our community, far away ventures and weekend climbing trips. We have a dog, which found us more than we found it. We live near the mountains, maybe in Canada, maybe not. We can each bike to work each day. Once a month we invite the kids of the town to our house to help us collect our veggies and make a feast and a jamboree. It is awesome.
We are not perfect, but we understand each other and support each other, we know when to give space and when to give comfort, and dear god, we are definitely still learning when to give either.
One of my favorite parts of the day is hearing about yours and telling my own adventures. It is so nice to have someone to share this with in confidence.
***
It’s funny to think about our parents. Our, being the generation of adventure craving, 20-something lost souls looking to finish school and make something of ourselves by age 30.
Our parents met, and supported each other through school. One for the other. Until one had a solid enough career to support a family. I am watching as my parents smile at eachother and plan adventures now... with the hard work and time clocked in their youth they are enjoying each other and the world around them now that their children have almost all moved out.
They married to ensure their relationship would survive because in those days god knows that it would be unheard of to share a bed or an apartment unless you were seriously involved. Their marriage was a pledge of trust and love and patience. I look at many of my close friends right now whose parents are splitting up, and I think to myself… I never want that. I listen to my friends talk about how thier parents married too young and ended up unhappy and lost, a lesson they have taken to heart. I look at my own parents and their communication and happiness with life and each other and I can’t help but wonder if what they have is just that rare and unattainable of a case. Something I should not expect?
***
as you left this morning, I hugged you good bye and felt a strange peace. Logic man, the day planners and the little girl all had questions and theories for me to revel, but Socrates declared to myself in as few words as possible " It is what it is".
***
Personally I am not even sure I am mature enough or WANT to be mature enough to commit to another person right now… but for a split second this morning that is exactly what I wanted. These are my thoughts right here right now.
Man, Honesty is a bitch.
Monday, February 8, 2010
The first 83 words of 800.
Imagine for a moment the last time you were on the highway, nagivating the on ramps and off ramps of the 401 on your way out of town. It’s not rush hour and you are not in any hurry to arrive at your destination. Suddenly an unfamiliar sight pans into view… a hitch hiker. He is young, he is scruffy and his sign is orange scribble on cardboard, so really you could not see if you wanted to where he was going. Do you stop?
I did.
I did.
Monday, February 1, 2010
And yet I bite my tongue.
What separates Action from Idle?
Not very much.
Its those few seconds, After your rant and rave... when you are plopped down on the road and look ahead at the path... and you make that choice to either persue what may indeed be a rewarding and socially powerful display which you ( whilst ranting) felt so passionately about, Accepting the fact that the road is long and arduous and the sign that reads "success this way", has no kilometer marker on it... or you will wait.
The successful people are the ones who give it their all ya?
the ones who choose wisely.
Its those few seconds I worry about. Its that desire for change without the desire to dive in and abandon the rest of your 1000 world-bettering- life-inspired- projects.
Its Bloggers vs. Columnists vs. Activists?
...I wish my Journalism Class used reusable bottles. Every week its plastic and tim hortons cups. Week after week... the same people.
It is unacceptable to be so ignorant.
NOW SAY SOMETHING TO THEM LAUREN. DO IT.
Not very much.
Its those few seconds, After your rant and rave... when you are plopped down on the road and look ahead at the path... and you make that choice to either persue what may indeed be a rewarding and socially powerful display which you ( whilst ranting) felt so passionately about, Accepting the fact that the road is long and arduous and the sign that reads "success this way", has no kilometer marker on it... or you will wait.
The successful people are the ones who give it their all ya?
the ones who choose wisely.
Its those few seconds I worry about. Its that desire for change without the desire to dive in and abandon the rest of your 1000 world-bettering- life-inspired- projects.
Its Bloggers vs. Columnists vs. Activists?
...I wish my Journalism Class used reusable bottles. Every week its plastic and tim hortons cups. Week after week... the same people.
It is unacceptable to be so ignorant.
NOW SAY SOMETHING TO THEM LAUREN. DO IT.
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