Month: July 2014

Before 9am On A Wednesday Morning

My sister is currently living it up in Morocco, while I have just started chapter 1 of Jack Canfield’s The Success Principles. Here’s an excerpt from a recent SMS conversation between us… My sister: Drinking Moroccan beer after having an amazing massage. Me: Cool. I’m about to take control of my life.

Aron

I am in awe over my six ten Arum Lily bushes at my new place. (By the way, how long does one need to have been moved in to a house before the ‘new’ label gets dropped off? Anyone?) At my very first house that I bought back in 2002, I had a green thumb for a while and wanted to grow every plant species known to mankind. The Arum Lily was at the top of my list. My love ran deep for them and I even wanted them in my wedding bouquet, although they weren’t in season then. My twenty-something-self tried to grow an Arum lily plant but it didn’t flourish. I figured it wasn’t meant to be. Yes I was sad, but I gave up pretty easily and didn’t make any further attempts to grow another. Here we are, 12 years later, and I get to walk out into my winter garden and marvel at the Arum Lily’s delicateness and serious beauty any time that I want to. I’ve been very curious about signs that …

Togeth-ahh

It’s been a few months since I stopped shooting for Rip It Up, however this week I helped out with a couple of jobs.  On Saturday I was needed first at the Market Shed on Holland to capture happy people drinking wine as part of a phone app launch, followed by Chai Time at Bowden’s Cinnabar at around 9pm. Cinnabar is a dance studio that had been transformed for Chai Time, and I couldn’t find the venue at first. I tried to get directions at Jarmer’s Kitchen (a totally cool vibe there by the way — made a mental note to try that place out for dinner sometime) but the staff had no idea of the whereabouts of my destination. Street lights weren’t doing much and so the area seemed darker than normal, but eventually I saw a Chai Time banner spread across a high metal fence. There were hardly any cars parked nearby, and so already I was picturing myself walking into this studio seeing 3 and a half bodies camouflaged against a wall. I sat in my car for …

Two Dogs Behind A Sunbeam

We’d just left home and were on our way to Xavier’s school last week, when at the end of our street I looked to my right and saw an elderly man walking two Cavalier King Charles dogs.  I gasped. The morning light was beaming behind them, as though the rays were carrying them forward. Long ears swaying in time to their paws touching down on the pavement, a little rhythmic half-trot. So regal with their mini coats, and both so very satisfied. My heart swelled.  No doubt this owner must’ve already known how blessed he was to have these dogs by his side. Consumed by this vision, I had to acknowledge it. I quickly wound down the window and called out to him, a compliment of some sort.  The owner kept on walking, leading his dogs towards his mission. I don’t know if he thought that perhaps I was addressing Xavier rather, or if he thought it was best to ignore the weird lady who yelled out to strangers. Probably the latter. I let this …

Buyer’s Remorse

I used the dictation tool on the iPhone for the first time to write this post. I was curious to know whether it was clever or lazy…  For about 10 days I have had some sort of low level flu or high level cold, my last weekend consisted of movies, bed, parsley-garlic-ginger-clove teas, and more bed. My son slept over his grandparents place on the Saturday night which was helpful. I stayed under the covers while Adam was out in the garden. I think the crazy teas were doing something good to my body because the virus seemed unsure of how hard it wanted to hit me. Anyway, I should do this no-agenda bed thing more often and not have to use sickness as an excuse. I guess it’s hard when you move to a new place… there’s that feeling of always needing to do something to get the house looking and feeling like a home as soon as possible. But you know, gotta remember that special word: journey. Must stop feeling like I have …