Saturday, December 02, 2006

The poet Rainer Maria Rilke wrote

what is required of us
is that we love the difficult
and learn to deal with it.
In the difficult are
the friendly forces, the hands that work on us.
Right in the difficult
we have our joys,
our happiness,
our dreams;
there against the depth of this background,
they stand out,
there for the first time we see
how beautiful they are."

Although I consider myself a cheerful person, and have been accused of even being a Pollyanna, I have often succumbed to a "woe is me" attitude. And in the last dozen or so years, fallen under the weight of the sadness of the world. Most of it to do with injustice and untimely death. I have found Rilke's thoughtful words to be a great comfort, for happiness is as much a fact of life as sadness, and only in holding the two up together do we see each clearly. It does not do to stop yourself from small and large moments of joy - better to accept the delight that you may perceive them standing out in relief from the difficult.

We have had snow all week, and I have heard complaints and cheers. Yes it's difficult to get around, but did you throw a snowball, or even pause a moment to admire the world transformed? I always try to turn things around in my mind when I start to feel negative - it's a good exercise, and tremendously difficult sometimes, but it helps me keep putting one foot in front of the other some days. Just a tiny thing, like a leaf gently resting on snow, is enough.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

mine, all mine


these 2.

2 of a kind.

my 2 boys.

well, i never in my wildest dreams imagined that i would have 2 boys. at most, in my mothering fantasies, i would have a boy and a girl, or maybe 2 girls. well, it turns out one really has no choice in the matter. so here i am, sister of 3 brothers, friends of mostly boys growing up, a mother of boys. i am the least tomboy person i know, so do i relate to boys? yup, i do. i discovered a long time ago that boys are way more sensitive than we imagine and are a lot more needy of our love than we suspect. so while i would have loved the chance to decorate a room all in pink, or dress a little girl up, a child of mine, boy or girl, turns out to be a gift no matter what, and in fact a chance to appreciate boys "from the ground up".

love, love, love,
love is all you need...

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Guess Who?


Look at this innocent child... this was taken in grade 2 when I was 7 years old. I was mostly very shy, very quiet. I loved my teacher, Miss Pownell. It was the year I sat beside Chris Riley and he and John Borba had a fight over me in the playground! I guess they were jousting for the fair maiden's favours or something - I'm not exactly sure what the prize was, other than have the right to talk to me or play with me. But look at that cute little girl! What knight in shining armour could resist someone with a bow in her hair, I ask you!

Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry

This is a quote from Jack Kerouac that I stumbled across.
Same guy who said, "I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't matter anyway." I'm going to imagine that he was having a bad day that day. I think he was feeling better when he said the other stuff about living. Which I like. If you're going to live by something, I think it's worth picking those 8 words.

Here's what I'm going to do today: look at the clouds from atop a little tiny island near gabriola, with the kayak parked nearby

live...
travel...
adventure...
bless...
and don't be sorry

simple, elegant words to live by.

sistahs

Friday, May 19, 2006

not just another pretty shoe



Necessary qualifications: impractical, delicate, pink, a little bit of bling in the tiny rhinestone buckle, elegant

Actually I'm describing the shoes, not me...

These are the shoes I wore to Cyndy's birthday, so it's cool that when I look at them or wear them, I have this little inextricable memory of my dear friend on her special day as well. So these may look like an ordinary pary of shoes, but they are actually a snapshot of a memory.

This may explain why I cannot give my shoes away...

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Life is like a box of chocolates

So is it a good thing if your five year old can do a dead-on impersonation of Tom Hanks as Forrest Gump?

Elijah's swimming coach is Dan, so he calls him "Lieutenant Dan ", with a great Forrest Gump Alabama accent. It's very funny, and of course, he thinks he's funny too. But that's our Elijah - he lives to entertain!
As Forrest said, Life is like a box of chocolates: you never know what you're gonna get. Elijah is the nut in our box of chocolates!