April 8, 2014: Snow, Aldo, Kate DiCamillo →
#national poetry month
#simple and beautiful
Once, I was in New York,
in Central Park, and I saw
an old man in a black overcoat walking
a black dog. This was springtime
and the trees were still
bare and the sky was
gray and low and it began, suddenly,
big fat flakes
that twirled and landed on the
black of the man’s overcoat and
the black dog’s fur. The dog
lifted his face and stared
up at the sky. The man looked
up, too. “Snow, Aldo,” he said to the dog,
“snow.” And he laughed.
The dog looked
at him and wagged his tail.
If I was in charge of making
snow globes, this is what I would put inside:
the old man in the black overcoat,
the black dog,
two friends with their faces turned up to the sky
as if they were receiving a blessing,
as if they were being blessed together
as simple as snow
"Out beyond ideas
of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field.
I’ll meet you there."
Jelaluddin Rumi, 13th century
#I'll meet you there
"For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can’t get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch you feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air. You can’t cheat your first kiss. Trust me, you don’t want to. ‘Cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it’s everything."
I know it’s best to look forward to awesome things, rather than to dwell on past crap that was not awesome. So! Here are some Dear Diary-esque/awesome things coming up that I ought to focus on. Because, as a human, I need to be reminded. Always.
• Using work time on Friday afternoon to go to a University Cup hockey game with a coworker. Winning tickets at work is awesome.
• Taking one of my LadyPricks™ out for a fabulous birthday evening on Sunday.
• Wining and unwinding in the hot tub with a dear girlfriend of mine on Monday.
• Seeing Mounties play Amigos next weekend. (!!)
• Attending a fancy fundraiser gala for work in early April.
• Travelling to Portland (!!!) in April to tourist it up and have amazing adventures and so much beer with my husband and my best friends.
• Seeing Ladyhawk & Shotgun Jimmie (!!!) at Amigos in late April.
• Going on a weird time-travel thing with one of the LadyPricks™ to see…wait for it…Collective Soul (baahhahah) live. Grade 6 me would DIE of bliss and anticipation over this.
• Seeing the wondrous, inimitable Neko Case with the incredible Ms. Kelly Hogan live on May 18 (OMG!!!!). I absolutely cannot wait for this show.
• Travelling to Ottawa for a two-day grammar/style bootcamp as part of my professional development at work. It’s going to be nerdtastic, even though ugggh, air travel. I’ll be okay, though.
• Firing up our new patio heater and drinking wine in the backyard long into the evening. C’mon, summer!
• Attending MoSo Conference for the 4th year. Can’t wait. It’s always the best time.
• Attending MoSo Fest and seeing Ian Blurton & Public Animal. Here I thought I was damn lucky (and I was!) to see them play *once* this year. I am beyond excited. Ian Blurton is easily the kindest, most cool dude in music ever, ever. And beyond talented. Nothing but love and respect for that fella.
"I loved him in that moment, on that day, more than I’d ever loved anyone, in a way that reached past the standard boy-girl love and hit some sort of deeper bedrock. I loved him as a human, with no complication."
A House in the Sky: A Memoir | Amanda Lindhout & Sara Corbett
#oh my heart
#a house in the sky
Let’s be realistic. We are never coming back.
Snippets copied into Leigh Stein’s journal. Lovely words. Lovely penmanship.
"What I’ve learned about most people is that if you don’t pursue contact, neither will they. It’s quite easy to become a loner nowadays."
I was scared —
"Come on, Joe!" This time it was Carol. She had changed into denims, probably designed by Edith Head, and she looked flushed and pretty. Joe looked at me. He wanted to look out for me, and suddenly I felt more terrified than at any time since I woke up on that hunting trip up north. After a while, being somebody’s responsibility makes them hate you, and I was scared that Joe might hate me someday. I didn’t know all that then, not at twelve, but I sensed some of it.
— Rage | Stephen King
"He asked, “What makes a writer?” “Well,” I said, “it’s simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump off a bridge."