Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Sunday. Ladies
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Thusday. Thankful
Well, I read this and had a good cry. It's really incredible.
Some samples:
Dear Sugar,
I am grateful for how much I have fucked up.
Before I fucked up, I thought I was a good person. I thought I was noble, and pure, and I thought I did good deeds in the lives of the people I loved. But over the course of years I fucked up. I mistook codependence for partnership. I mistook my craving to be needed and loved for altruism. I mistook the dependence I created in others for strength shared. I mistook my distance and withholding for self-sufficiency.
But I fucked up, and I learned. I am not a good person today. Neither am I a bad person. Instead I am a person who strives to behave like the sort of person I want to be. I try to live as if I am good, knowing that I have failed before. Failure keeps me from the corrosive trap of certainty, and I am grateful for it.
Best wishes to you and yours
I am grateful for the opportunity to be uncomfortable. In the strange and lonely corners of discomfort is where I find those moments of beautiful sadness when life pulsates vibrantly around me and within me, opening my heart to accept the raw and the brutal equivocally with the selfless and kind.
I am thankful for second chances. Deserved or undeserved, but truly given without reservation. Given to me and to others, but most importantly, the one I gave to myself.
I am grateful that my mum died quickly. She had 28 days from her diagnosis, to the end. She had only 28 days to go from a fully functioning human being to being unconscious and unresponsive. She had only a few weeks to experience the physical pain, but also to experience the loss of her independence and pride. Every day I am grateful for the speed at which my mum’s light burned out.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Thursday. Last night
Tallest man on earth - These Days (Nico Cover) - A Take Away Show from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.
Last night, while unnecessarily delaying bed time, I read through some old blog posts and journal entries. Depressing sometimes, and happy others. It's kind of unnerving how in some aspects I am in the same place, but in others I am not; I have made progress. Slow and steady. Below is something my dad said to me over a year and a half ago, and I think it's still applicable; it's a life motto maybe. It made me laugh to read it again."Hi Sara, It sounds like you have a lot going on in that head of yours :-) Maybe figuring life out isn’t really possible? Maybe it’s just about doing, living, trying to enjoy, and not figure it out? I don’t know for sure; I do know that I am happiest and more content when I ‘do’ and not figure things out much."
I also came across the video I posted above. Holy dinah, forgot about that one.
Wednesday. Paintings
These paintings are great. They're done by this guy, and what's really neat is that his style has changed so much over time and seems to change depending on what he paints. I love his landscapes.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Tuesday. Weird Fleet Foxes
The Shrine / An Argument from Sean Pecknold on Vimeo.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Saturday. National Geographic photo contest
National Geographic is holding their annual photo contest. You can check out some entries here and then check out the photo contest link to see all the entries.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Friday. Dad day
Happy early birthday to me. I am very lucky and extremely thankful.
Today was Dad lunch day. It was a really nice time. I'm proud of the relationship he and I have now. It wasn't always like this, so it's sort of extra special that it's good now. I'm actually really proud of the relationship I have with both my parentals.
I took pops to Parlour today. He's a real coffee person, so I wanted him to see it/try it out. He called the pouring of his coffee an "artistic science," which was a really good way of putting it. He was really impressed, and even said "it's a good thing this is here." It's true! That place is so great, and it's so great it's in Winnipeg, and I'm always happy when neat things get the attention and admiration they deserve.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Thursday. Teenage boys
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Wednesday. Kurt Vonnegut
A woman whose husband had recently passed away wrote to Kurt Vonnegut thanking him for his books and his compassion. He wrote her back. This is what he said. It's really nice.
Nov. 30 '90
Dearest Marianne Brown --
It can't be said often enough, "It is the woman who pays." The miracle is that so many can and do somehow. I was in love (still am) with a widow with four kids (two not her own). She somehow raised them all on a teeny weeny salary. I told her one time, "I worry about women." She said, "Don't."
Cheers --
(Signed)
Kurt Vonnegut
(i found it here)
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Tuesday. Marcel returns
"Windy. That's what the community calls you. I'm glad you like it I guess. Maybe I shouldn't tell you where it came from."
Cutest. Thing. Ever.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Monday. The green mile
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Sunday. A treehouse and too much internet
How amazing is this!! A home away from home. Could you imagine? One can dream...
On the topic of things seen: This weekend I spent far too much time looking at the internet, and specifically blogs of cute married/life partnered people. Season changes make me nostalgic/introspective. There are some adorably sweet and creative and nice seeming people out there. While it was really nice to see, it made me a bit wistful. I'm not unhappy in any way, but a girl can dream (and want, someday, some day not some year) about being one half of a cute lifepartnered/married couple. Making a home and doing stuff. That sounds nice.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Thursday. Internet pause at work
Totally gave me the tingles.
Murmuration from Sophie Windsor Clive on Vimeo.