it was devastating

It is a strange to feel solace in the wickedness of reality. A young man, a boy, on the cusp of life and adulthood - all those things held dear by our society - dies in an uneventful car crash. He had such a sweet disposition, he came such a long way, played the saxophone, had a troubling home life and overcame stereotypes and prejudices... all that can be said is that it was just so devastating, for everyone.
These are the things that make the most sense in life though. These are the the events that are not calculated by money or by media. Death doesn't choose a fancy method, or a timely appearance, no showy display. It is what it is. That's it. Not much choice. Everywhere else you look there is choice, we are gluttons for choices, options. Indulge in life and do it all, have it all, settle for nothing less than the best, climb a mountain, stake a claim, be a leader!, challenge yourself, rise to the top and don't be a slug... keep trying, don't give up, and then... do you miss it all trying... ?

"There were times we had it all..."

if i could feel nostalgic...

Here is one of my favorite pictures... Ramona and Sue! Our pose is actually pretty indicative of our friendship, in my mind at least, happy to have eachother, holding eachother and looking forward. I love my Ramona, and I am reminded of one of here favourite sayings - that things ALWAYS work out perfectly. When I think of Ramona, I like to recall the most perfect salad ever made: her brilliant crisp apple slices and light vinegarette. No one makes salad like Ramona, and no one makes a cappu' like that girl either...
On the other side of the globe, I drink my tea to your peace and happiness, my friend.
Namaste.

HSP alert - or is this real?

I feel so sad right now.
What about I don't even know.... Gosh, I think I feel sad about love!?! Oh Heather, you know what I mean! Where are you? Sad sad sad sad sad. I decided this may be the forum in which to pour my excess emotion, since it seems and feels so unproductive everywhere else, well and becasue I'm an exhibitionist too so this might help... the highly sensitive person....

Sad.

I really do not want to pack up my stuff AGAIN and put it iinto a compact little bag, and try to remeber every little requirement for the next 4 days.... warm clothes, toilet paper, contact solution, notebooks, pens, toothbrush, extra pair of wool socks, and boots, and some well thought out lessons, leave the laptop (lifeline) behind. Only minus 5 degree weather, maybe even plus 8, who knows?!! I don't want to do this again tonight. The novelty HAS worn off. The glamour is not so glam and the lessons have lost their edge. We are just going to be a group of people, feeling cold, feeling tired, feeling rushed and feeling anxious to return to a place where you can pee over a porcelain structure at your convenience. We will at least be united, in our desires to come home. We may have fun, a few people may sing popular songs, and the kids might jump on each other and someone will probably start a campfire game... ahh the routine... someone else's routine. This is someone else's experience now and today I feel selfish and sad. Another person's experience is not in the forefront of my mind.... what about the intern? What about the woman behind the mask of the intern? What does she really think, or is this real?

Late but relevant

Huntley and Nicole's wedding was lovely, and I never took a moment to comment on it. I had a great time, saw a few good ol'friends, including D'Arcey, a crazy man with great stories and a knack for adventure! I just love this picture I took of us on the meewasin after the ceremony!
I loved dancing with Cara, have a few sin-sticks, wearing my heels, and seeing 2 lovely friends smile and move forward in their lives in peace. Hooray for my dear Huntley and sweet Nicole!

Another cupcake with a grande coffee please

By the time I get through each of the school trips, I feel as if I have lived and relived it over and over again to the point of not mentioning them on this site at all! I'm required to produce a series of reflections and jot notes etc, for the eyes of my supervisor and co-op teacher and then when it comes to me sharing my thoughts here on everything in its right place, there is almost nothing left. Eah, that's OK I say. I have been having marvelous times and chilly nights and hearty meals over the firebox, and interesting guest speakers and trying moments with all-knowing teenagers, and doing a satisfactory job of kissing almost everyone's ass.

I like cupcakes now. Shanannigan cupcakes. They are vanilla cake with some kind of wicked icing design on top. But they are a lovely homemade recipe and are a conservative size- perfect for the coffee shop regular who enjoys a hit of sugar and the look of the icing flower before/during/after it's squished.

I have a new inspiration in my life, a new "like" interest, or dare I say "love" interest. I guess I do dare, becasue no one reads this page anyway and plus I really like him. Purnam is a sweet man with just enough in-your-face-obnoxiousness to sweep me off my feet! What really caught my attention was his wit, his courage and his brilliance, oh and of course his sass. His laugh is joyous and has a carefree edge that makes my heart jump. Yeah, he's pretty nice.

The most poiniant part of the Prince Albert experience is how much I miss my friends and family already. Life is too short to spend so much time away from the good ones... the hustle and bustle routine of work, sleep, teach, work, sleep teach is not fulfulling. I need my people, you hear me? I need you guys !!!!!!