Friday, April 30, 2010
Tomorrow is April 30th. I'll mark the day by moving from Vancouver to Sidney (near Victoria) to live my mom (she's 88, living on her own, is a real sweetie, and I can't wait to just hang out).
Last year on April 30th, I was working my last day at my old job and here is what I wrote.
In between I had:
One heck of a year
One awesome trip to Europe
One cool birthday celebrated in Paris
One added to my big five-o age
One heart full of memories
One great mountain of doodles
One hundred and fifteen blog posts
One hard drive filled with pics
One big bushel of insights
One face devoid of stress lines
It's still one great live to live.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
You can watch the video here, and learn more about Megaphone here.
And if you're looking for a way to help, just look into your heart and buy an issue. Frankly, you don't even have to read the issue to make a difference. But it's good reading too, and good for changing one's perspective on the world. You can also subscribe or donate on their website.
And congrats to Kay on her project;-)
Friday, April 23, 2010
After picking up mail at Denman Place Mall and making a trip to my friendly neighborhood bank machine - and stopping in to give a hi and hug to my wonderful travel agent Nat - I wandered up to English Bay. And the tulips were glorious!!! Look closely, do you see that snippet of red in amongst the yellow?
Thursday, April 22, 2010
I've been pondering a bit lately about how I've become more green. It's just stuff that comes to me from time to time.
Like the paper towels here. I'm in a furnished apartment and I've been here 7 weeks. When I arrived there was a roll of paper towels about 2/3 full. I am on the same roll, and there's still a few left. In my old life, I'd have probably gone through several rolls by now. And, here I am, less than a roll in 2 months. When did that change? I think, perhaps, that shift began in Barcelona when I was staying with Mabel. I'm pretty green, but Mabel is G.R.E.E.N.! And I learned alot just living with her. I was there about 6 weeks in total between two visits. And it was there that I got out of the habit of using paper towels, and didn't really pick it up to the same degree since.
Like the plastic bags here. Despite being right in the thick of it in the city, I'm enjoying buying my everday staples from a little corner store here, run by a nice couple. That in itself, I think, is a carry-over from Europe, I really appreciate small shops run by people you can get to know. Anyways, despite always having my fav purple net shopping bag with me when I was out and about in Europe, and, as a result, rarely used a plastic bag, I haven't been as vigilent since I've been back in Canada. I just haven't been carrying it. Not sure why. But it's come to be that I often stop at their store on my way home without my handy dandy shopping bag with me. So, I get plastic. What made me think about how green I am becoming is that this morning I collected up all those bags and put them aside to take back to the store. I was out later, with my purple shopping bag, stocking up... and I asked if they would like them back. By all means! So, I'll drop them off tomorrow. That is more natural to me than throwing them out. And I think I need to find another little reusable shopping bag that rolls up tinier to fit into my purse, so I always have it with me.
There's more, but those are the things that jump to mind.
I do feel better that I use up less of this planet now than I used to.
But I want to "bee" more green... so hope to get new ideas and motivation on Earth Day tomorrow.
Monday, April 19, 2010
In that moment, it felt like I was sitting here. This was often my view last August Paris, after a leisurely breakfast at our fav local cafe. Crumbs, an empty cup and a doodle. And a feeling of joy and excitement and contentment all mixed together.
This was the view across the street that we looked up at every day. Took lots of pics of this church, in different lights. Oh, morning was often 10... that was, if I got up "early".... heh...
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
It's interesting to observe how my blog has changed over the years and, every once in awhile when I do make a significant change, I do notice a bit of a struggle. Like now. With my travels, appropriately, I began to cater what I wrote about to the "audience" of friends and family who were following along. Or, as many said, living vicariously through me. Now that I am "home", I am finding the voice of that public self, isn't necessarily what draws me to write as often as I write. Sometimes I just want to write. I don't want to write for someone else. And I do do that, to a degree. But lately I've noticed myself mentally editing what I want to write about, thinking that whatever "it" is it may not be suitiable for "this" blog I write. LOL. And I truly did laugh out loud as I finished that last sentence. Suitable for what? It's MY blog, afterall.
What is this new blog? Perhaps just more of journal. There is, of course, stuff I journal about that's not going to make it onto my blog... stuff that is truly personal. But, for the most part, I want to shake off whatever personna I have created for myself here, and just be me. For me.
Typical Aquarian response, perhaps. Or, perhaps, better said, typical Roberta response. I don't like routine, and I certainly don't like to be put in a box, even if that box is of my own making.
Sometimes a girl just wants to write, you know?
It's like I need to clear away this niggling doubt in order to transform my blog to be whatever it is meant to be, to accompany me on this journey of reinventing myself, and creating a new life. Because, what I'm doing right now, this reinvention, is pretty exciting. And I can't hold it all inside. I don't want to hold it all inside. What makes it most fun is I don't know what it will be.
I was asked the other day what the fun is in my life. I was surprised to blurt out "my life is my fun!" And it's true. Ever since I stopped "working" (at a job-job) almost a year ago, my life has all been about fun. Even when it's been a little bleh, it's still been fun. Because I don't really know where I am going.
All I know for sure is that I am learning and going with the flow. I am LOVING having nothing to tie me down. I am enjoying my own company. I am enjoying seeing what emerges when I doodle for a few hours. I am delighted to notice when I let things go, things that I think used to mean a lot to me, but today don't really. I am encouraged to find my heart pushing it's way into the forefront of my life, versus being tucked in a little corner, hidden away where it can't get hurt. I am encouraged to find my courage prominent in my life.
Heh. Just noticed the root of the word ENCOURAGED is COURAGE. Veeerrrryyyyy interesting.
I am encouraged by my courage. Indeed.
Courage feels so much better than fear.
Courage feels so much better than doubt.
Courage feels so much better than control.
Courage feels so much better than contraction.
Courage feels better.
Me: courage. Me, my life, courage, and art. Just hanging out, living my life, creating my art, learning my lessons, moving along my journey, doodling along, living along, loving along, reflecting, writing, exploring, staying open, just being me.
What a lovely example of what happens when I really write. I start writing about one thing, and end up thinking about another. And I work stuff out as I go. Writing is a pretty powerful tool in my life.
I like it.
Friday, April 09, 2010
OK, I'm feeling kind of badly about joking about the skull and crossbones flag on the boat that ran ashore yesterday. I feel ok about enjoying the flag, and sharing it, but it was really a bad day for the boat owner.
I got a greater sense of that this morning, when listening to CBC radio and heard the story of the attempts by one of the boat owners (there were four) to get his boat back in the water (I don't know which one of the four it was, afterall, it was radio!).
High tide was due at 3:00am, so they gathered a little crew of helpful strangers to try and get it afloat. Apparently the city was supposted to be there, but didn't show. In the words of one of the guys, interviewed after the failed attempt, if the city had brought their toys they could have dug a trench in the sand and it would have worked: "hey boys, show your toys!". As it was, there they were with their shovels.
"It's going to get gnarly pretty soon here," said one guy, as the hour grew near. There followed drama, complete with the dingy assisting getting too close and being in danger of getting beached too. The drama and interview was recorded on site, in the middle of the night, as the CBC person had been walking on Kits beach in the early evening when they were getting ready, heard what they'd planned for the middle of the night and... she said... "I just had to go back to see what happened". Great for us that this curious lady was a radio lady with, I suppose, her interview kit, always at the ready. At one moment, right when she was asking a question, the guy ran off, "I have to get my dingy out now!!!" He ran, tried, but it was too late. That was the jist of it anyways.
There is something about radio that I love for storytelling, as you aren't given the visual, and you have to imagine it - and somehow it can be much more colourful than tv. I was lying in bed at the time listening to this on the morning show, so no distractions, could just close my eyes and the story lit up my inner movie screen.
Gnarly. Love that word. It's a word my brother uses. Somehow it communicates a message very strongly.
BTW, if you want to listen to the story yourself, it should be in the April 9th Early Edition podcast (not sure how long it will be available, maybe a week or so?)
There are some other stories about the beached boats here:
Wind Storm Destroys and Grounds Sailboats Off Kits Beach (many fab pics)
Vancouver sailor blames city for Kits Beach wreckage
B.C. wind beaches boats
Thursday, April 08, 2010
A close up of the same shot. Anything with the Hotel Vancouver gets my vote (and makes my mom happy when I post these!)...
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Tulips this morning...
Monday, April 05, 2010
Sunday, April 04, 2010
I asked for a heart when I got my latte decorated today at Cafe Artigiano today. It went well with my pain au chocolat.... oh, my, it was almost as good as the real thing. If I'd tasted it fresh out of the oven, it might have been perfect. It did have the sweet little wedge of chocolate inside, just like in Paris. Instead of making me miss Paris, it made me appreciate Paris. And I loved how I was transported back at the taste... Ah, Paris....