- with spring...with anticipation, with sunshine, with possibility
- with this soundtrack...i have it playing in the background of my life a lot lately
- with this artist, but especially that subway print
at the beginning of her website...sigh...
- this little bit of truth...and not just because
i am currently entering the land of silver strands and laugh lines...
but that definitely helps :)
- and speaking of truths...i identified with a lot written here...
- this beautiful website makes me want to re-do my house!
- and since i seem to be on a truth theme...this is me.
this is me to a T.
wow.
- with this gorgeous new restaurant in my little town...
and that they hosted an adult coloring night last night
in conjunction with upstreet craft brewing...
i don't drink beer but i do like to color...(and maybe a caeser, please?)
the atmosphere is beautiful...lots to look at...
wood beams on the bar, high ceilings, part of a car...
the food smelled delicious (sadly, i had already eaten...but NEXT time!!)
and great live music!
AND a good friend to enjoy it all with...even though
we may have knocked a candle over and subsequently
set her plastic marker case on fire
but, really, what i should be drawing your attention to
is not the fact that we started a fire
but that we SUCCESSFULLY PUT OUT A FIRE
therefore possibly saving the lives of many unsuspecting people
and, quite frankly, the whole city of summerside....
i mean...who knew what could have happened...
so really? heroes. we are not clumsy coloring geeks...
we are heroes.
(i seem to have gotten off track here.)
- that when i got home last night,
S was playing purple rain on the guitar...
<3 <3 <3
- with this gorgeous new restaurant in my little town...
wordless wednesday
Inspiration from the revision guide
i usually have a lot to say...
about april being national poetry month
but, for some reason, this year
i have barely said boo about it...
i had good intentions
but they seem to have gone as
astray
as my firmly set goal to
be healthy and gain energy
(and really, who am i kidding...
we all know that's code for
"lose weight and fit into my clothes")...
so there is a week of
poetry month
left.
it's not too late.
i am reading
pablo neruda
and thinking about
shades of blue
and how language
can carry you
to a different place,
to a different
frame of mind...
friday i'm in love...{and yes...i'm a day late & a dollar short}
- I had the opportunity to attend a course called Living Your Potential this week.
I would definitely recommend this to anyone who is feeling a little stuck in their
day-to-day life...anyone who sees themselves repeating similar patterns & getting the
same results & looking for a way to shake things up. It was very insightful for me.
I definitely had more than a few "OH! that's why I do that..." or "oh my gawd. I didn't even
realize I was doing that!" moments. The facilitators are fantastic and supportive while
not letting you get by with giving the "easy" answers (which is something I know I tend to do
in order to deflect the attention from me).
- finding this beautiful blog again...i don't know how i lost it in the first place...
- this instagrammer...and not just because she talks about about anne :)
- i must have these socks...and these...and well...maybe these! (caution:: profanity...Mom, don't click these links. :)
- and cause everyone can use a lifehack or two...
- Do you ever get the feeling the universe is trying to tell you something?
I am not sure if I am just feeling extra-sensitive to this right now because
of the course that I just took but this idea of increasing your fitness in your
middle age is proving to be beneficial to brain activity as you age has been
popping up for me...A LOT...in the past couple of day. And now that I think about
it, someone also asked me if I had any interest in roller derby...& that I should think
about it. Interesting. It's funny what you notice when you change your mindset a little.
- and...because it's ironic to follow that with this...here is what is for supper tonight...
sometimes it snows in april & we all should join christopher tracy's parade...
purple rain was the first R rated movie
i ever saw...
i went to the captitol theatre
with my cousin Linda...
i watched the movie millions of times
after that
and knew the words by heart.
i even made my father watch the movie.
in his defense, he pretended to like it,
for my sake...
even though i realize now
that it was likely a very uncomfortable movie
to watch with your daughter...heh.
i wore purple religiously for my 3 years of high school.
purple binders, backpacks, purple colored ink in the pens
that i used to write
i <3 prince and billy idol rules all over my desk
in english class
(and, subsequently, had to wash off)...
purple shoes, purple hair clips...
my grade 12 year book is full of comments about purple
(and prince) (and billy idol)...
i dragged my best friend off with me to see
under a cherry moon
there was only one other person in the theater besides us...
the little brother of a friend of mine
(which was funny, because his brother and i used to discuss
prince in great length...when he wasn't trying to make me
listen to genesis...)
people used to record prince concerts for me (we didn't have cable)
and leave prince tapes in my mailbox....
i listened to around the world in a day on repeat for months...
i danced alone in my room to little red corvette
and raspberry beret...
i defended him when he changed his name to a symbol
and i put his whole discography on my phone
(do you know how much space that is...
that is a very large volume of work.)
one of my best memories that involves prince
actually revolves more around my mom.
i listened to the soundtrack of purple rain relentlessly...
and a friend of the family tried to point out the
sex-aspect to my mom...specifically the song darling nikki
(i was 14 when purple rain came out)...
and my mom didn't budge...didn't flinch...didn't hesitate...
i was never told not to listen to it.
and that
meant a lot to me
and has stuck with me for this long.
and now he's gone.
it's funny how these people you have never met
become so entwined in your memories...
and it feels so real...there is a true sense of loss
but you aren't sure how much of it
is actually tied more to the passing of your own
youth...
he was complex and odd and lyrical and original...
& somewhere he is in the purple rain
having starfish and coffee and waiting for the parade.
Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish that life was never ending,
But all good things, they say, never last
The beautiful ones, they hurt u everytime