My Job

My job is to be with you. To feel you move and listen to what you need. To be patient with the time you need to take.

At the Drive-In

This past weekend we were in Peterborough, home of the Petes, Trent University, the Otonabee River and the Mustang Drive-In.

After a long hot day in the sun, we headed over to the Mustang to see Shrek 3 (or is it 4?) and Iron Man 2. The thing is, when you're at the drive-in, it's about the novelty of watching a movie in the middle of beautiful field, with the stars overhead and the crickets calling, the quality of movies isn't so important.

During intermission we went to buy sesame snaps and on our way back to the car we sang this song:



Apparently it comes to mind when we're at the drive-in. Strange... Does this happen to anyone else?

Needless to say, it was a great night.

Marauders

YES.

Spring!

Thank you to the powers that be for this early spring we've been having.


I love the warm, windy nights, the brightness of spring's first green and the feeling of warm sun on my arms.

Always with Us

I recently saw these pictures on Pete Dungey's website. He's an artist who plants flowers in potholes. Brilliant.


These pictures remind me of a conversation I had with one of my teachers back in highschool. At the time, a stretch of woods near my house was about to be buldozed to make way for a new highway and I was upset about it. My teacher and I were talking and she pointed out that no matter how hard we humans try to squash all the nature around us, nature always, always prevails. She reminded me that even the toughest concrete cracks over time because lush, soft green plants are pushing with all their might below. We've all seen little weeds and flowers growing out of sidewalks before but I don't think we consider how much effort it took for them to break the concrete that is suffocating them or the fact that those delicate plants, with the help of humidity and frigid cold, actually did all the work.

Pictures like the ones above and this incident remind me that the real world is always with us. No matter what. No matter what we do. You could be standing on a sidewalk in Toronto, drinking a latte and texting on your Blackberry, and you'll look up and they're could be a deer looking back at you.

What a bright time

When I came home this morning, I found this taped to my door:



Our friend Lindsey made us this sweet little card to wish us a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. It's cards and gestures like this that I love the most about Christmas. When I was little it was always the act of making things at Christmas that I liked the best. Making food, making gifts & cards, decorating the tree, wrapping presents...making magic. These are the reasons that Christmas feels magical and special. And I think we often forget that.