The Love of a Good Woman

embraceThe love of a good man, woman, or anyone is a rare and beautiful gift.

Too often we ignore the precious friendships that we share with truly loving and giving people. These are the angels in our lives who provide sanctuary for us to disclose our vulnerability, dream without feeling foolish, and provide hope that our heart’s deepest desires will, one day, come true.

After having this many trips around the sun, we all surely have known betrayal,  been wounded, and felt a fool a time or two.

We have all have fallen in love, fallen out of love, and wished for it to find us again.

I do believe that regardless of age or battle-wounds, that it is possible again,   though I dare only whisper it in the quiet of my own midnight thoughts.

Constantly I am reminded by the people I have been blessed to have in my life; do not give up on the love of a good man, or a good woman, or a good anyone,  just because you’ve been hurt before.

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Mmmm! Something smells good!

"Cooking is like love. It should be entered into with abandon or not at all"

“Cooking is like love. It should be entered into without abandon or not at all”

My relationship with food has been a grand love affair. Much like the one I have with men, I have a wide variety of tastes, and have over-indulged from time to time.

Cooking has always been about comfort, showing love, and making someone feel at home.

I love to be the cook for traditional get-togethers. There’s no greater contentment than sitting around a table with people you love and enjoying all of the dishes that have come to define the holidays.  Well, sitting around the crackling fireplace finishing off the last of the bubbly is pretty darn good too, but that’s for another post and another day.

Cooking for a man has always been special for me, but then again, I get excited about everything. Now, let’s be clear darlings, I’m not talking about throwing something together quickly to help wash down the vino like mussels or a charcuterie plate.  What I’m talking about is being excited to see someone, and wanting to prepare something special for them.

It’s thinking about the recipe, making the special trips to the grocer, liquor store and picking up the bits and bobs that will make the evening special. Maybe it’s his favourite tipple, movie, or planning something fun for after dinner, even if it’s just a walk around the lake to look at the Christmas lights, or perhaps something that requires far fewer layers.

So, after I perform my bed-time routine of switching off the lights and tripping over Mr. Willie Nelson the cat, I will curl up under my snuggly duvet with my cookbooks and start planning.

Oooh! I’m sooo excited! Maybe, just maybe I should consider keeping one of these fellas someday….

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Why You’re Gone

Every time I’ve rejected or been rejected, it’s led me to something better; career, relationships, projects….

It doesn’t matter why sometimes, so much as it matters that you keep moving forward.

Some Things Never Change

ladies nightLast night was officially the final celebration of my birthday.

Tonight my head and my tummy are telling me that I’m not as young as I used to be, and that maybe, just maybe that last half-bottle of wine was a bit too much.

Moderation be damned, it has been far too long since I laughed that hard. It doesn’t matter how old you get, how much education you have, whether or not you’re a mother or a wife, we all have a spiritual need to laugh, be silly, and lighten up.

Some things never change. We talked about our careers, finances and the men in our lives, or in my case, not in my life and we laughed at one another’s stories because we totally ‘get‘ it.

We took silly pictures and checked out who’s who with regard to available single men that may be interested in dating yours truly.

I’ve known some of these ladies for a long time now. I’ve seen them when they were carefree, and when they were fighting to get through very dark times. To see them laugh; fall back and belly laugh – made me happy. I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday gift than the company I shared last night.

One by one my pals said their good-byes, until finally one lady fell victim to the chesterfield’s seductive pull. Myself and another pal ended the night with some one on one gal talk. It’s been too long since we’ve seen one another, and it was nice to have a few quiet moments to catch up with one another.

Our conversation wove through the evening and the wine bottles. We talked about haircuts and clothes, men and old flames. We laughed about the absurdity of everyday life, and what it means to be a mother, wife and singleton. It wasn’t much different from all of those nights that my best friend and I used to come home after high school dances and talked about boys, school and what kind of life we hoped we’d have in the future . It’s just that now, my gal-pals and I have way more experience to draw from and that much more perspective.

Each of us has the trappings of what we thought it meant to live life as an adult, but all of us are still just girls at heart; still dreaming, hoping and trying to get through our days.

 

 

Lego My Lego

legolandscapeLego used to be one of my favourite toys. So naturally, when I was cruising other blogs to see what everyone else had to say yesterday, I stopped to read the one about Lego. What can I say?  I’m just an intellectual at heart.

Vindinsinbrisbane’s post was  about how awful it is when people destroy things.

In a very broad sense, I suppose we all value building-up rather than tearing-down. In a self-righteous, superficial way, building up someone, or something just sounds better than tearing-down or destruction.

Reading about how children kept their Lego creations on their shelves for days to play with was news to me. I liked to build something new all the time, and part of my own childhood routine was to create, and then tear down so I had a box of Lego just waiting to be turned into something new the next time I wanted to play.

Part of the beauty of life has always been letting everything follow a natural cycle of creation and decay. If I had not reinvented myself time and time again as demands in my life changed, I would likely be dead, super-depressed, or homeless. Every area of study in every educational institution continually takes apart and recreates new ways of thinking about timeless subjects, and from that, we have the opportunity to evolve.

Yes, it’s always wonderful when you can create something beautiful; art, a career, relationships, social movements that improve quality of life, but there always, without fail, comes a time when most of these things get taken down, renovated, edited or revamped to stay relevant, and I’m ok with that.

Don’t be so afraid to take something apart in your life that you miss an opportunity to create something even more beautiful.

 

When You Least Expect It

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It’s Saturday – Use it Wisely

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Just in case your day isn’t so glorious, I suggest popping a flask of bourbon in your handbag darling. You know, in case of emergency…

It’s one of those very rare mornings when I don’t need to set an alarm.

Other than a bit of tidying and shopping to prepare for my birthday night with the girls, I have a glorious day to myself.

Should I bite the bullet and really launch my novel on WattPad, or dig into novel 2 and 3 I have rambling around in my notebook, brain and WattPad scribblings?

What a delicious decision to have to make.

Whatever you choose to do today, enjoy it. Savour each moment, and spend your time with the people who appreciate your beautiful self.

 

 

Oh Bother

haveaballoonWinnie the Pooh – I don’t want to take up too much of your time with this, but it’s just too silly to let rest…yet.

The councillors in Tuszyn, Poland  have spent time debating Pooh’s lack of pants and therefore,  the obvious abomination it would be to have Winnie the Pooh be the town’s playground mascot. Tuszyn’s debate has placed the small town front and center on the world stage for their 15 minutes of fame.

My immediate reaction was, ” Seriously? We’re wasting time on our national news talking about Pooh Bear’s dungarees”? Too tired to be outraged, instead of tweeting about it, I laughed. Chuckled, smiled even.

News is such a joke anyway, why not report on Pooh’s pants? If you’re telling us about Pooh’s pants, what aren’t you telling us?

Having started upon the long and winding road of my career as a newspaper reporter, I have an insider’s appreciation of the passive aggressive as well as blatant gagging of the idealized journalistic objective reality of writing for money.

It is no secret that reading the Saturday paper at my favourite coffee shop constitutes an ideal weekend morning. What you may not understand is that I read the paper as a clue to what isn’t being reported, written about, recorded or otherwise documented in popular media.

So I thank you CBC for not being afraid to report on something seemingly insignificant.

From what are you trying so hard to steal our attention?

 

 

 

 

Friday – Go After it Like It’s a Monday!

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