Bringing you a little hilarity this holiday season. This video comes at a great price, as my mom is taking away Christmas as my penalty. But it is worth it. ENJOY!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
I am at the library because I am supposed to be studying for my research methods exam tomorrow; however, I feel shockingly cavalier and nonchalant about this whole doing well thing.
I know. You are thinking, why Jennie, you are so dedicated and studious and devoted to your scholastic studies! How can you not care?
The answer, in the words of my brilliant sister who is a college registrar: "Jennie, no one will even look at your marks anyway as long as you pass."
Ahhh haaa! Comforting words from the inside. I just have to squeek by. YES! Minimal effort, the answer to all of life's problems!
I have to study now.
I know. You are thinking, why Jennie, you are so dedicated and studious and devoted to your scholastic studies! How can you not care?
The answer, in the words of my brilliant sister who is a college registrar: "Jennie, no one will even look at your marks anyway as long as you pass."
Ahhh haaa! Comforting words from the inside. I just have to squeek by. YES! Minimal effort, the answer to all of life's problems!
I have to study now.
Sunday, December 06, 2009
Scattered much?
I like headings. They keep my thoughts clear:
1.) Intro
I am listening to the melancholy beauty that is Damien Jurado's art and drinking a cup of Christmas tea.
I went to Otterburne this weekend and walked outside with my long johns and winter hat. The snow was quiet and the air was free and my heart was light.
2.) Lindsay
Today is my sister's 25th birthday. I remember when she was just a young thing, and would sit at the kitchen table for hours sewing dresses for our barbie dolls. I was the official "barbie doll walker" and after Lindsay finished an outfit I would prance Barbie around the living room to music and show off her splendour to our younger brother who probably has blocked those moments out of his memory. Lindsay is an individual of intense dedication and patience, something I am constantly remiss of.
3.) School
In my Social Welfare class on Friday we talked about how meaning can dictate our actions. During this conversation, my professor brought up Viktor Frankl and his book, "Man's Search for Meaning" (Which he wrote while living in a concentration camp).
Viktor wrote this:
"When we are no longer able to change a situation - we are challenged to change ourselves."
And this:
"Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love."
Sound familiar? Name that movie.
4.) Procrastination
I need to finish my research methods paper. I am writing a paper on the well-being of elderly who live in long-term care. I had some pretty cool interviews. Here is a little sampling of my findings:
Respondent #1: "Kindness means a lot"
Respondent #2: "I was perfectly fine until one day I collapsed, and ended up in the hospital. Never went back home."
Respondent #3: "You have to go along with the times. Even the TV changes each year. The programs are the pits this year."
Respondent #4: "You’re damned if you do, and damned if you don’t."
Respondent #5: "It’s not a matter of liking it here. Where else are they gonna put me? You know?"
5.) Conclusion:
I love Tim Tams. No mom, that is not a boy, it is edible poetry.
1.) Intro
I am listening to the melancholy beauty that is Damien Jurado's art and drinking a cup of Christmas tea.
I went to Otterburne this weekend and walked outside with my long johns and winter hat. The snow was quiet and the air was free and my heart was light.
2.) Lindsay
Today is my sister's 25th birthday. I remember when she was just a young thing, and would sit at the kitchen table for hours sewing dresses for our barbie dolls. I was the official "barbie doll walker" and after Lindsay finished an outfit I would prance Barbie around the living room to music and show off her splendour to our younger brother who probably has blocked those moments out of his memory. Lindsay is an individual of intense dedication and patience, something I am constantly remiss of.
3.) School
In my Social Welfare class on Friday we talked about how meaning can dictate our actions. During this conversation, my professor brought up Viktor Frankl and his book, "Man's Search for Meaning" (Which he wrote while living in a concentration camp).
Viktor wrote this:
"When we are no longer able to change a situation - we are challenged to change ourselves."
And this:
"Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love."
Sound familiar? Name that movie.
4.) Procrastination
I need to finish my research methods paper. I am writing a paper on the well-being of elderly who live in long-term care. I had some pretty cool interviews. Here is a little sampling of my findings:
Respondent #1: "Kindness means a lot"
Respondent #2: "I was perfectly fine until one day I collapsed, and ended up in the hospital. Never went back home."
Respondent #3: "You have to go along with the times. Even the TV changes each year. The programs are the pits this year."
Respondent #4: "You’re damned if you do, and damned if you don’t."
Respondent #5: "It’s not a matter of liking it here. Where else are they gonna put me? You know?"
5.) Conclusion:
I love Tim Tams. No mom, that is not a boy, it is edible poetry.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Today after I got home from practicum, I sat down on our cushy couch with my hot chocolate, opened my email, and found a picture of a poorly neglected plant that has sat on my bookshelf in my BC home for about 6 years. 5 of those years I have not been home to water it, so when I come home for Christmas or in the summer, I give it a little water. I never expected this plant to flower. Or thrive. Or live for that matter.
But, little did I know that despite my neglectful ways, this plant has managed to bloom beautifully. There is an applicable lesson in here somewhere. I'm sure of it.
Here is my lil' Christmas Cactus, all grown up and pretty.
I see THREE blooms. A miracle.
Sigh.
May we be like the Christmas Cactus and bloom despite the exhaustion, and fear, and pain, and insecurities.
There. A lesson.
But, little did I know that despite my neglectful ways, this plant has managed to bloom beautifully. There is an applicable lesson in here somewhere. I'm sure of it.
Here is my lil' Christmas Cactus, all grown up and pretty.
I see THREE blooms. A miracle.
Sigh.
May we be like the Christmas Cactus and bloom despite the exhaustion, and fear, and pain, and insecurities.
There. A lesson.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
I am going home for Christmas.
All the cheesy Christmas tunes about going home for the holidays have been tromping through my brain this week.
I'm excited for a number of reasons, but mostly because being with my family is like taking a step into this world of being. Just being. And really good coffee.
Sigh...
NOTE: Prepare yourself for the Christmas playlist. Coming soon to a blog near you (aka this one)
Wow, look at me perpetuating the cycle of Christmas consumerism.
Ho ho ho.
Things that are worth noting:
a.) Sufjan knows how to boogie.
b.) The White Stripes provide remarkably good bus music in my opinion. Something about their groove just fits the stopping and starting motion of the bus.
c.) I have a 75% chance of working in child welfare when I graduate.
d.) Self-care is a beautiful illusion that I cannot make a reality.
e.) To make myself feel better I have started creating goals that are achievable, such as waking up in the morning.
All the cheesy Christmas tunes about going home for the holidays have been tromping through my brain this week.
I'm excited for a number of reasons, but mostly because being with my family is like taking a step into this world of being. Just being. And really good coffee.
Sigh...
NOTE: Prepare yourself for the Christmas playlist. Coming soon to a blog near you (aka this one)
Wow, look at me perpetuating the cycle of Christmas consumerism.
Ho ho ho.
Things that are worth noting:
a.) Sufjan knows how to boogie.
b.) The White Stripes provide remarkably good bus music in my opinion. Something about their groove just fits the stopping and starting motion of the bus.
c.) I have a 75% chance of working in child welfare when I graduate.
d.) Self-care is a beautiful illusion that I cannot make a reality.
e.) To make myself feel better I have started creating goals that are achievable, such as waking up in the morning.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
If I were a bird I wouldn't have to do homework
I were the bird
by Rose Cousins
Seabird soaring weightless above the sea
wings wide for the wind to rush underneath
open arms and everything to see
I wish I were the bird and it were me
High white waves as the ocean churns
Rushing the shoreline under the bird
Nothing is settled, everything is stirred
She is like me and I’m like her
Seabird soaring high looks so free
Baring its heart to the world it would seem
flying alone all day does it dream
That I were the bird and it were me
by Rose Cousins
Seabird soaring weightless above the sea
wings wide for the wind to rush underneath
open arms and everything to see
I wish I were the bird and it were me
High white waves as the ocean churns
Rushing the shoreline under the bird
Nothing is settled, everything is stirred
She is like me and I’m like her
Seabird soaring high looks so free
Baring its heart to the world it would seem
flying alone all day does it dream
That I were the bird and it were me
Monday, November 09, 2009
Today is Monday
Currently Listening to: Stars "Undertow"
Current Perspective: Relatively content with the uncertainty.
Currently Reading: Little Women
Today I feel that there is so much to say, and I have such little ability to express myself.
Autumn always makes me think of the things that I am partial to.
-strawberry ice cream
-Markéta Irglová's artistic expressions
-+10 temperatures in mid-November
-My candles
-ginger
-My blankets
-Going to bed early
-hats
-babies
-Going to the impaired driving unit knowing that I do not have to be there.
-goat cheese
-Lady Grey Tea
-Celebrating the 24 years of my roommate's life.
Current Perspective: Relatively content with the uncertainty.
Currently Reading: Little Women
Today I feel that there is so much to say, and I have such little ability to express myself.
Autumn always makes me think of the things that I am partial to.
-strawberry ice cream
-Markéta Irglová's artistic expressions
-+10 temperatures in mid-November
-My candles
-ginger
-My blankets
-Going to bed early
-hats
-babies
-Going to the impaired driving unit knowing that I do not have to be there.
-goat cheese
-Lady Grey Tea
-Celebrating the 24 years of my roommate's life.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
I like underdogs
GO PHILLIES!!! Beat those yanks.
That's right. I follow baseball. Just another one of my many charms.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
The longing of the tired student
Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches
by Mary Oliver
"...Who can open the door who does not reach for the latch?
Who can travel the miles who does not put one foot
in front of the other, all attentive to what presents itself
continually?
Who will behold the inner chamber who has not observed
with admiration, even with rapture, the outer stone?
Well, there is time left -
fields everywhere invite you into them.
And who will care, who will chide you if you wander away
from wherever you are, to look for your soul?
Quickly, then, get up, put on your coat, leave your desk!
To put one's foot into the door of the grass, which is
the mystery, which is death as well as life, and
not be afraid!
To set one's foot in the door of death, and be overcome
with amazement!
To sit down in front of the weeds, and imagine
god the ten-fingered, sailing out of his house of straw,
nodding this way and that way, to the flowers of the
present hour,
to the song falling out of the mockingbird's pink mouth,
to the tippets of the honeysuckle, that have opened
in the night
To sit down, like a weed among weeds, and rustle in the wind!
Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?
While the soul, after all, is only a window,
and the opening of the window no more difficult
than the wakening from a little sleep.
Only last week I went out among the thorns and said
to the wild roses:
deny me not,
but suffer my devotion.
Then, all afternoon, I sat among them. Maybe
I even heard a curl or tow of music, damp and rouge red,
hurrying from their stubby buds, from their delicate watery bodies.
For how long will you continue to listen to those dark shouters,
caution and prudence?
Fall in! Fall in!
A woman standing in the weeds.
A small boat flounders in the deep waves, and what's coming next
is coming with its own heave and grace.
Meanwhile, once in a while, I have chanced, among the quick things,
upon the immutable.
What more could one ask?
And I would touch the faces of the daises,
and I would bow down
to think about it.
That was then, which hasn't ended yet.
Now the sun begins to swing down. Under the peach-light,
I cross the fields and the dunes, I follow the ocean's edge.
I climb, I backtrack.
I float.
I ramble my way home."
by Mary Oliver
"...Who can open the door who does not reach for the latch?
Who can travel the miles who does not put one foot
in front of the other, all attentive to what presents itself
continually?
Who will behold the inner chamber who has not observed
with admiration, even with rapture, the outer stone?
Well, there is time left -
fields everywhere invite you into them.
And who will care, who will chide you if you wander away
from wherever you are, to look for your soul?
Quickly, then, get up, put on your coat, leave your desk!
To put one's foot into the door of the grass, which is
the mystery, which is death as well as life, and
not be afraid!
To set one's foot in the door of death, and be overcome
with amazement!
To sit down in front of the weeds, and imagine
god the ten-fingered, sailing out of his house of straw,
nodding this way and that way, to the flowers of the
present hour,
to the song falling out of the mockingbird's pink mouth,
to the tippets of the honeysuckle, that have opened
in the night
To sit down, like a weed among weeds, and rustle in the wind!
Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?
While the soul, after all, is only a window,
and the opening of the window no more difficult
than the wakening from a little sleep.
Only last week I went out among the thorns and said
to the wild roses:
deny me not,
but suffer my devotion.
Then, all afternoon, I sat among them. Maybe
I even heard a curl or tow of music, damp and rouge red,
hurrying from their stubby buds, from their delicate watery bodies.
For how long will you continue to listen to those dark shouters,
caution and prudence?
Fall in! Fall in!
A woman standing in the weeds.
A small boat flounders in the deep waves, and what's coming next
is coming with its own heave and grace.
Meanwhile, once in a while, I have chanced, among the quick things,
upon the immutable.
What more could one ask?
And I would touch the faces of the daises,
and I would bow down
to think about it.
That was then, which hasn't ended yet.
Now the sun begins to swing down. Under the peach-light,
I cross the fields and the dunes, I follow the ocean's edge.
I climb, I backtrack.
I float.
I ramble my way home."
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Because I dislike school and need to remind myself about the good stuff...
...Here is a list of things that I have been enjoying lately:
1. Listening to The Acorn.
2. The soggy leaves that have strewn across the road.
3. Wearing scarves.
4. Drinking black tea with milk and a little honey.
5. Holding a warm mug in my hands.
6. Admiring the neighbors' carved pumpkins.
7. Admiring The Avett Brothers. In case you need a visual:
8. My art work.
9. My good health.
10. Melancholy moments.
11. Enjoying the company of some good people.
12. Breathing. Yes. This is nice.
13. Taking a few moments to just sit and think.
14. Thinking of hilarious puns about drugs that seem to pop up everywhere including church. "Taking a trip" ahahahaha.
...Here is a list of things that I have been enjoying lately:
1. Listening to The Acorn.
2. The soggy leaves that have strewn across the road.
3. Wearing scarves.
4. Drinking black tea with milk and a little honey.
5. Holding a warm mug in my hands.
6. Admiring the neighbors' carved pumpkins.
7. Admiring The Avett Brothers. In case you need a visual:
8. My art work.
9. My good health.
10. Melancholy moments.
11. Enjoying the company of some good people.
12. Breathing. Yes. This is nice.
13. Taking a few moments to just sit and think.
14. Thinking of hilarious puns about drugs that seem to pop up everywhere including church. "Taking a trip" ahahahaha.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
After a night and a day of driving, I am back in Winnipeg. Being home was wonderful and sunny and crisp...and I pretty much sat on the couch writing papers the whole time. Funny how school can just weasle into your holdiay...BUT...enough talk of that painful subject.
I must say that I rather enjoyed the drive to and from Nelson. Lots of opportunity for thinking and being quiet with those thoughts, and the fall colours weren't bad either. I did have a rather hilarious experience during an early morning turn that I took to drive when the white painted lines on the road started to peel off the pavement and do little dances. I termed this experience as exhaustion induced hallucinations. Although it could also be due to a mental disorder caused by writing too many papers...food for thought, professors, food for thought.
I did take a couple of breaks in between the stupid papers to go apple picking, apple juicing, and of course to eat the beautiful meal of delight on Sunday. And here I digress to marvel over the food that was consumed. Turkey, mashed potatoes (from my mom's garden), carrots and beans (also from the garden), stuffing that my sister is famous for, homemade cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, AND homemade apple and pumpkin pie. mmmmm.
And now, here I sit. I am in the library trying to organize my life which includes contacting student loans who seem to have forgotton about my application, figuring out what assigment is due next, and refurbishing my school notebooks, which seem to be full of handouts that need to be hole-punched.
Life is beautiful.
I must say that I rather enjoyed the drive to and from Nelson. Lots of opportunity for thinking and being quiet with those thoughts, and the fall colours weren't bad either. I did have a rather hilarious experience during an early morning turn that I took to drive when the white painted lines on the road started to peel off the pavement and do little dances. I termed this experience as exhaustion induced hallucinations. Although it could also be due to a mental disorder caused by writing too many papers...food for thought, professors, food for thought.
I did take a couple of breaks in between the stupid papers to go apple picking, apple juicing, and of course to eat the beautiful meal of delight on Sunday. And here I digress to marvel over the food that was consumed. Turkey, mashed potatoes (from my mom's garden), carrots and beans (also from the garden), stuffing that my sister is famous for, homemade cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, AND homemade apple and pumpkin pie. mmmmm.
And now, here I sit. I am in the library trying to organize my life which includes contacting student loans who seem to have forgotton about my application, figuring out what assigment is due next, and refurbishing my school notebooks, which seem to be full of handouts that need to be hole-punched.
Life is beautiful.
Sunday, October 04, 2009
I am still alive, just.
I have moved to a new house, a new neighborhood, and semi new roommates. I am sharing a room with Larisa, which pretty much sucks, but I'm dealing. She just brought me some tomato soup and crackers and massaged my shoulders, and I told her that I expect some cheesecake for dessert. I have said goodbye to the big, ugly green house in Wolseley. There was too much crime there anyways.
I like this new place. I feel a greater sense of peace, that is likely due to the fact that I am done moving.
Good Story: On Friday in my social welfare class, I was mildly chewing on the end of my pen (NOTE: It bothers me when other people chew on their pens, and I forget that I have tendencies to do the same)...when out of the blue my hand, or head (not sure which) gave a mighty jerk (definitely not a result of nearly falling asleep) and the pen created a small crevice in my mouth which has now developed into what is scientifically known as a cankersore. I hate cankersores. They come at really bad times. Like when you are stressed.
I am trying to write a reflection paper for practicum. I am stuck at the first question: What was your goal for these past two weeks at practicum? All I can think of is that I hoped to abstain from running into the bathroom crying, but that sounds rather un-social workey. I think it will get better. Or not. Either way it is a great "learning experience!" Working with people who have addictions feels pretty daunting right now. There is only so much that a book or professor or power point can teach, and right now I am feeling like the big cat that lived in our garage and would mew mournfully like this: "Mehewwwwewwoooohhhhhh". He was feeling trapped by his circumstances, just like me.
I am slowly figuring out the bus system. I have only been late for work once so far, and I think that I am getting better at walking onto the bus without falling over when the bus driver pulls away. Ironically, I am enjoying public transit. My bus pass feels like a golden ticket from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, with special powers. I just flash it at the driver and he nods his head and away we go. Kind of miraculous.
On Tuesday after an orientation at the Methadone Clinic and a desperate attempt at finding resources for my papers, I am departing this city for a road trip HOME for Thanksgiving! I love being home in the Autumn season. I get to help my dad with firewood, and make apple juice in the ol' apple press and drink rooibos chai with my mom. Pure bliss.
I like this new place. I feel a greater sense of peace, that is likely due to the fact that I am done moving.
Good Story: On Friday in my social welfare class, I was mildly chewing on the end of my pen (NOTE: It bothers me when other people chew on their pens, and I forget that I have tendencies to do the same)...when out of the blue my hand, or head (not sure which) gave a mighty jerk (definitely not a result of nearly falling asleep) and the pen created a small crevice in my mouth which has now developed into what is scientifically known as a cankersore. I hate cankersores. They come at really bad times. Like when you are stressed.
I am trying to write a reflection paper for practicum. I am stuck at the first question: What was your goal for these past two weeks at practicum? All I can think of is that I hoped to abstain from running into the bathroom crying, but that sounds rather un-social workey. I think it will get better. Or not. Either way it is a great "learning experience!" Working with people who have addictions feels pretty daunting right now. There is only so much that a book or professor or power point can teach, and right now I am feeling like the big cat that lived in our garage and would mew mournfully like this: "Mehewwwwewwoooohhhhhh". He was feeling trapped by his circumstances, just like me.
I am slowly figuring out the bus system. I have only been late for work once so far, and I think that I am getting better at walking onto the bus without falling over when the bus driver pulls away. Ironically, I am enjoying public transit. My bus pass feels like a golden ticket from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, with special powers. I just flash it at the driver and he nods his head and away we go. Kind of miraculous.
On Tuesday after an orientation at the Methadone Clinic and a desperate attempt at finding resources for my papers, I am departing this city for a road trip HOME for Thanksgiving! I love being home in the Autumn season. I get to help my dad with firewood, and make apple juice in the ol' apple press and drink rooibos chai with my mom. Pure bliss.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
A lot of moving
A lot of moving indeed. In fact, I have accomplished approximately 1/16th of the packing/cleaning on my to-do list. It has been a productive day to be sure.
Today is free day. Free day is a day when people can put stuff they don't want on their front lawns and people can come and take what they want. It was a very exciting event in our household. We are very dedicated to recycling household items, and we ran around the house looking for items to place outside, and then we peeked out through the curtains at the flocks of people who gathered to paw through our stuff and remark at the amazing items that house #753 was giving away. We were so popular, that people were calling their friends on their cell phones and urging them to make the journey to our little pile. Our popularity was likely due to the variety of valuable items which included pepto bismal, a fish tank with genuine fish sludge, and a cassette tape of "A Bug's Life."
I gave away an old winter jacket that I bought for my first winter in Manitoba. It is bright green with white, pink and black stripes. I watched as a very stylish young gentleman with cool shorts picked up my jacket, tried it on, pondered the implications, and walked away with his stellar find. I should have left my phone number in the pocket. Oh hindsight.
I have been blessed in my life to have lived in the same place for 16 years of my life, and moving efficiently has never been a learned skill of mine. It is a painful process of discovering priorities, in order to avoid repetitive labouring.
I am avoiding tackling my bedroom. It is my sanctuary. My refuge of peace, that if tainted and boxed up, will destroy the last shreds of my sanity. I guess it was overdo to be shredded anyway. Here's to shredding...and sleeping (If my over caffeinated body will allow it).
Goodnight all! I hope you are enjoying your weekend as much as I am enjoying mine.
Today is free day. Free day is a day when people can put stuff they don't want on their front lawns and people can come and take what they want. It was a very exciting event in our household. We are very dedicated to recycling household items, and we ran around the house looking for items to place outside, and then we peeked out through the curtains at the flocks of people who gathered to paw through our stuff and remark at the amazing items that house #753 was giving away. We were so popular, that people were calling their friends on their cell phones and urging them to make the journey to our little pile. Our popularity was likely due to the variety of valuable items which included pepto bismal, a fish tank with genuine fish sludge, and a cassette tape of "A Bug's Life."
I gave away an old winter jacket that I bought for my first winter in Manitoba. It is bright green with white, pink and black stripes. I watched as a very stylish young gentleman with cool shorts picked up my jacket, tried it on, pondered the implications, and walked away with his stellar find. I should have left my phone number in the pocket. Oh hindsight.
I have been blessed in my life to have lived in the same place for 16 years of my life, and moving efficiently has never been a learned skill of mine. It is a painful process of discovering priorities, in order to avoid repetitive labouring.
I am avoiding tackling my bedroom. It is my sanctuary. My refuge of peace, that if tainted and boxed up, will destroy the last shreds of my sanity. I guess it was overdo to be shredded anyway. Here's to shredding...and sleeping (If my over caffeinated body will allow it).
Goodnight all! I hope you are enjoying your weekend as much as I am enjoying mine.
Friday, September 25, 2009
It's all about perspective
It is Friday at last, and I have a very exciting weekend planned. As opposed to my far less fortunate classmates, who are planning to go to Bird's Hill Park (not that great, i've been there), and Flin Flon (I mean, really?!) going out for coffee with friends (can you say 'typical?') and watching movies (its sad, actually). I am going to be at home, packing like a maniac. I am expecting that it will be a truly memorable weekend, filled with dust bunnies, and boxes of textbooks that weigh 5 million pounds. I will be gaining coveted muscle mass, as I lift those 5 million pound boxes. The anticipation is filling me with the jitters and the shakes (oh, wait, that is just the caffiene, or the fear of my own awesomness). At any rate, I am sure that this will be a two-day experience of a lifetime.
P.S. If you would like advice on a "cool" way to spend your weekend, I am accepting monetary offers of $50 and up for free personal advice. Hint: My advice will most likely include catching up on late homework assignments, listening to Beyonce while dancing on one's bed singing into your hairbrush ("...all the single ladies!"), or drinking vats of coffee to increase the feeling of invincibilty, reading about the conservative perspective on social welfare (the entertainment factor is mind blowing, oy!). There are endless possibilities all located within my little brain...sign up today (I accept cash and back massages).
P.S. If you would like advice on a "cool" way to spend your weekend, I am accepting monetary offers of $50 and up for free personal advice. Hint: My advice will most likely include catching up on late homework assignments, listening to Beyonce while dancing on one's bed singing into your hairbrush ("...all the single ladies!"), or drinking vats of coffee to increase the feeling of invincibilty, reading about the conservative perspective on social welfare (the entertainment factor is mind blowing, oy!). There are endless possibilities all located within my little brain...sign up today (I accept cash and back massages).
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
I like my blankets...I don't like fire on people
This morning at approximately 4:30, I heard a bunch of sirens outside my window. I pushed the pillows over my head and tried to snuggle farther down into the covers. Today I read an article about a man who was lit on fire, outside of his house, which is across the alley from our house. Check it out.
Monday, September 21, 2009
A Picture
Beautiful Stephanie took this picture when she was visiting a couple weeks ago, and I am posting it to show off my flower pots, which are remnants of my gardening excursion this summer. I have already uprooted the garden plot, and eaten all the cherry tomatoes. The carrots were too tiny to eat because I was so busy I didn't have time to thin them out. I will do better next year.
CRAZY!
My life is a crazy mesh of events that seem to follow and overlap one another in odd succession.
My busy week largely consisted of a three day course entitled: "Fundamentals of Addictions" during which I sat next to the least sensitive person I have ever met, whose goal was to counsel celebrities who have addictions. She said quite seriously, "I think it will be very busy work." She had a litany of defensive statements regarding the death of Michael Jackson who didn't die of an overdose, but from an "overworked heart." At one point during this three day session, one of the attendees left the room in tears and when she returned to her seat, this person lacking-in-sensitivity leaned over and remarked, "I'm so stressed. I don't know how I'm going to get through this." As my great-aunt Annie would say, she was a very "odd duck."
I also attended a few classes this week, wrote two papers, worked two shifts at the library, and cried on the phone to my mommy.
However, the weekend consisted of such delightful things that as hard as I try, that scared feeling that the world is crashing down refused to linger.
On Friday, Janna and I played a rousing game of scrabble. Janna is brilliant. She gave me pointers and I still lost by 200 points. I suck at scrabble.
On Saturday, Katie and I went to Farm Fest, a delightful invention of music, food sunshine, and dancing, all on the premises of a Manitoban farm. The dancing was rather difficult, as I had a very full bladder, and being the odd one that I am, I have a strict aversion to porta-potties. I ended up using the two-hole out-house instead. Which is rather difficult in the dark. I almost missed the hole and was almost interrupted by some guy who wanted to show off the aesthetic delights of the tile and grouting in the outhouse to some girls. I missed this particular element of beauty, as it was pitch black and the overpowering smell was a little, well... overpowering.
Yesterday, Katie and I made Pizza.
It was a hard week that ended well.
Oh, and did I mention that I am moving in 8 days? Crazy. I feel crazy.
My busy week largely consisted of a three day course entitled: "Fundamentals of Addictions" during which I sat next to the least sensitive person I have ever met, whose goal was to counsel celebrities who have addictions. She said quite seriously, "I think it will be very busy work." She had a litany of defensive statements regarding the death of Michael Jackson who didn't die of an overdose, but from an "overworked heart." At one point during this three day session, one of the attendees left the room in tears and when she returned to her seat, this person lacking-in-sensitivity leaned over and remarked, "I'm so stressed. I don't know how I'm going to get through this." As my great-aunt Annie would say, she was a very "odd duck."
I also attended a few classes this week, wrote two papers, worked two shifts at the library, and cried on the phone to my mommy.
However, the weekend consisted of such delightful things that as hard as I try, that scared feeling that the world is crashing down refused to linger.
On Friday, Janna and I played a rousing game of scrabble. Janna is brilliant. She gave me pointers and I still lost by 200 points. I suck at scrabble.
On Saturday, Katie and I went to Farm Fest, a delightful invention of music, food sunshine, and dancing, all on the premises of a Manitoban farm. The dancing was rather difficult, as I had a very full bladder, and being the odd one that I am, I have a strict aversion to porta-potties. I ended up using the two-hole out-house instead. Which is rather difficult in the dark. I almost missed the hole and was almost interrupted by some guy who wanted to show off the aesthetic delights of the tile and grouting in the outhouse to some girls. I missed this particular element of beauty, as it was pitch black and the overpowering smell was a little, well... overpowering.
Yesterday, Katie and I made Pizza.
It was a hard week that ended well.
Oh, and did I mention that I am moving in 8 days? Crazy. I feel crazy.
Monday, September 07, 2009
Deliberating
Today is Labour Day. Ironically it is a day of rest before the work begins. I am taking a breath.
A deep breath.
A breath of life, laughter, and rest.
I am breathing the scent of cut grass, and ripening tomatoes, and beeswax candles.
I am aware of the year of work that I am about to embark upon. And today, I can state with a positive, trembling voice that it is going to be ok.
I hope.
May you who are also heading back to school or embarking upon new adventures this week feel the peace that surpasses all understanding and enjoy this day for what it is.
A deep breath.
A breath of life, laughter, and rest.
I am breathing the scent of cut grass, and ripening tomatoes, and beeswax candles.
I am aware of the year of work that I am about to embark upon. And today, I can state with a positive, trembling voice that it is going to be ok.
I hope.
May you who are also heading back to school or embarking upon new adventures this week feel the peace that surpasses all understanding and enjoy this day for what it is.
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Notice
When loneliness comes stalking, go into the fields, consider
the orderliness of the world. Notice
something you have never noticed before,
like the tambourine sound of the snow-cricket
whose pale green body is no longer than your thumb.
Stare hard at the hummingbird, in the summer rain,
shaking the water-sparks from its wings.
Let grief be your sister, she will whether or no.
Rise up from the stump of sorrow, and be green also,
like the diligent leaves.
A lifetime isn't long enough for the beauty of this world
and the responsibilities of your life.
Scatter your flowers over the graves, and walk away.
Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.
In the glare of your mind, be modest.
And beholden to what is tactile, and thrilling.
Live with the beetle, and the wind.
Mary Oliver - Excerpt from her poem, "Flare"
Friday, September 04, 2009
Apologies for this (and other things)
Get ready for it...Self-awareness at its most blatant is circling the air in thick fumes and settling across my shoulders with a shudder of severe exaggeration and melodramatics.
After indulging in vast amounts of peanut butter and chocolate chips, I have spent the evening remarking upon this past week.
PLEASE NOTE: I am currently unemployed and waiting for the Tuesday to occur so that I will have finished at least one day of this dreaded school year. I am not usually this bitter towards academics, and I actually have a great deal of fondness for the scholastic institution, I am just having a moment. Hopefully a brief one.
FORMULATIONS:
1. I am pretty surprised that I am studying to be a social worker.
2. I am utterly and completely bereft of finances due to my lazy and procrastinistic nature, which is causing havoc with my ability to pay for the aforementioned schooling. Today I received a white scrap of paper with an obscene amount of money that represents a mere quarter of this fall's tuition. Ouch. I cannot even buy those beautiful prismacolour pencil crayons that are just sitting there useless in the store waiting for some rich person to snatch them up and give them to their five year old godson who will drop them on the floor, thus breaking the fragile lead encased within. hurmph.
3. I am a pretty foul friend, when all is said and done. I will not weasel my way our of this one, but I take full ownership, and merely state that I am still learning and developing. Even though I have a brain capacity similar to a pubescent, my intentions are sometimes good.
4. I like simplicity. I hate clutter. I hate mess. I hate useless knick knacks that have no meaning for my existence. I do not consider my 9 potted plants as clutter. They have a use in that they provide me with oxygen. When you live with 8 other people, you loose your oxygen much faster.
5. I can walk twice as fast in the summer than I can in mid-winter. I timed it today. Probably due to the fact that winter includes 2 factors such as wind and snow pants, both which can slow one down.
6. I like this band: Taken by Trees
Apologies for the sardonic nature of this post. It has been a long week.
After indulging in vast amounts of peanut butter and chocolate chips, I have spent the evening remarking upon this past week.
PLEASE NOTE: I am currently unemployed and waiting for the Tuesday to occur so that I will have finished at least one day of this dreaded school year. I am not usually this bitter towards academics, and I actually have a great deal of fondness for the scholastic institution, I am just having a moment. Hopefully a brief one.
FORMULATIONS:
1. I am pretty surprised that I am studying to be a social worker.
2. I am utterly and completely bereft of finances due to my lazy and procrastinistic nature, which is causing havoc with my ability to pay for the aforementioned schooling. Today I received a white scrap of paper with an obscene amount of money that represents a mere quarter of this fall's tuition. Ouch. I cannot even buy those beautiful prismacolour pencil crayons that are just sitting there useless in the store waiting for some rich person to snatch them up and give them to their five year old godson who will drop them on the floor, thus breaking the fragile lead encased within. hurmph.
3. I am a pretty foul friend, when all is said and done. I will not weasel my way our of this one, but I take full ownership, and merely state that I am still learning and developing. Even though I have a brain capacity similar to a pubescent, my intentions are sometimes good.
4. I like simplicity. I hate clutter. I hate mess. I hate useless knick knacks that have no meaning for my existence. I do not consider my 9 potted plants as clutter. They have a use in that they provide me with oxygen. When you live with 8 other people, you loose your oxygen much faster.
5. I can walk twice as fast in the summer than I can in mid-winter. I timed it today. Probably due to the fact that winter includes 2 factors such as wind and snow pants, both which can slow one down.
6. I like this band: Taken by Trees
Apologies for the sardonic nature of this post. It has been a long week.
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Rain
Newest roommate Bethany showed me this video...and it pretty much sums up my entire existence of the last couple days.
My thoughtful conclusion: Roommates are essential. All of them.
My thoughtful conclusion: Roommates are essential. All of them.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
An update:
I am back in Winnipeg preparing for another year of school which will most likely result in a severe psychological disorder. So before I start whimpering and throwing any computer in sight out the window I thought I would make a note of my current happy emotional state. In a few months I can look back on this post and remember the good ol' days. The days of waking up late, wandering around the house in my pajamas, taking the dog for a walk, reading, and sitting on the deck doing nothing.
I tried to weed my crazy, overgrown garden this morning. I got attacked by a prickly weed so i left the carrots alone. Then I picked up a 4 foot tomato plant, and stood there for a few minutes thinking about how I could make it stand up. I couldn't think of any ideas that would not cost money. So I let the plant flop back over.
It is cloudy today.
Katie gave me her flannel sheets.
I have 5 new flavours of Rooibos tea.
Kim gave me a pretty new scarf.
Gasp.
I guess I am preparing for the autumn season.
I tried to weed my crazy, overgrown garden this morning. I got attacked by a prickly weed so i left the carrots alone. Then I picked up a 4 foot tomato plant, and stood there for a few minutes thinking about how I could make it stand up. I couldn't think of any ideas that would not cost money. So I let the plant flop back over.
It is cloudy today.
Katie gave me her flannel sheets.
I have 5 new flavours of Rooibos tea.
Kim gave me a pretty new scarf.
Gasp.
I guess I am preparing for the autumn season.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Grey Weather
Isn't this lil' trolley cute? It goes back and forth along the water front in dear Nelson, BC, and picks up tourists along the way. In my day care months, we would take the wee children on board to add a little excitement to the day. This trolley is 110 years old, and has had a colourful past improvising as a chicken coop, dog kennel, restaurant, etc.
The last couple of days, my brother and I have been weed wacking the trolley tracks, which are overcome with weeds. Weeds as tall as my hip bone. I'm serious. Anyway, I make no claims to be a weed wacker professional, and my body would agree. I feel like I have been run over by a trolley.
Today is a grey day. Listen to Gregory and the Hawk if your day is also grey.
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Happy Sigh
I'm pretty sure I love being home.
At the moment I am sitting outside listening to the hum of crickets, with a black cat sleeping on my feet, and a warm breeze ruffling my hair into my eyes so I cannot see. Oh joyous.
I have experienced some pretty amazing things since I have been home, and I have been able to refresh a spirit that was rather dry. You know your spirit is losing its life when it gets harder to laugh. A holiday was imperative.
My Recent holiday experiences:
1. Realizing that the bathing suit that used to belong to my sister, and that I have owned since I was 12 is now too tight for comfort.
2. Turning one year older always provides opportunity to reflect on the experiences throughout the year, such as nearly shriveling up into a pile of dust after this past year at Booth College, and perfecting my ability to write my papers in between sniffles and random angry outbursts, because the first copy didn't save properly.
3. Listening to a delightful concert by a man named Dan Mangan.
4. Being completely, overwhelmingly, magnificently surprised by two impish roommates who decided to trek hundreds of kilometers to visit grand BC and wish me a happy birthday. Golly!
5. Taking part in illegal activity. Pictures will be posted. Because I feel guilty and I need to come clean.
6. Eating two whole birthday cakes by myself.
7. Eating scads of fresh raspberries and huckleberries smothered in cream.
8. Eating...well, lots of free food.
9. Swimming a lot. This is a thing I have never really done, but I quite enjoyed it. Especially in the moonlight in my birthday suit (note: indecent exposure is not the aforementioned illegal activity and no pictures will be provided).
10. Hanging out with my family is pretty cool. Right now they are at the local Nelson workout gym, becoming toned and gaining vast amounts of muscle. I don't mind. Someone has to stay home and watch for bears. The other day my mom and I stepped in bear poop up to our kneecaps while picking huckleberries. Yuck!
At the moment I am sitting outside listening to the hum of crickets, with a black cat sleeping on my feet, and a warm breeze ruffling my hair into my eyes so I cannot see. Oh joyous.
I have experienced some pretty amazing things since I have been home, and I have been able to refresh a spirit that was rather dry. You know your spirit is losing its life when it gets harder to laugh. A holiday was imperative.
My Recent holiday experiences:
1. Realizing that the bathing suit that used to belong to my sister, and that I have owned since I was 12 is now too tight for comfort.
2. Turning one year older always provides opportunity to reflect on the experiences throughout the year, such as nearly shriveling up into a pile of dust after this past year at Booth College, and perfecting my ability to write my papers in between sniffles and random angry outbursts, because the first copy didn't save properly.
3. Listening to a delightful concert by a man named Dan Mangan.
4. Being completely, overwhelmingly, magnificently surprised by two impish roommates who decided to trek hundreds of kilometers to visit grand BC and wish me a happy birthday. Golly!
5. Taking part in illegal activity. Pictures will be posted. Because I feel guilty and I need to come clean.
6. Eating two whole birthday cakes by myself.
7. Eating scads of fresh raspberries and huckleberries smothered in cream.
8. Eating...well, lots of free food.
9. Swimming a lot. This is a thing I have never really done, but I quite enjoyed it. Especially in the moonlight in my birthday suit (note: indecent exposure is not the aforementioned illegal activity and no pictures will be provided).
10. Hanging out with my family is pretty cool. Right now they are at the local Nelson workout gym, becoming toned and gaining vast amounts of muscle. I don't mind. Someone has to stay home and watch for bears. The other day my mom and I stepped in bear poop up to our kneecaps while picking huckleberries. Yuck!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Three more days till I am comin' home
Cue music and picture a studly man with a beard singing this soulful tune...
"Three more days...you know I will be comin' home to you...I know its wrong to be so far from home...wooahh."
"Three more days...you know I will be comin' home to you...I know its wrong to be so far from home...wooahh."
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Yes. I am writing another paper.
For those of you who may notice, or care, or wonder...
...I know my playlist is just a little out of control. With well over 100 songs, I constantly add new music and move it around. Constantly. I find it very difficult to delete songs that have been on there for a very long time. Each one has such a special place in my heart. You know, like that shirt with the soft material that you save to wear for special days, and can't bear to take to the Thrift store even though it has a stain from that day you spilled coffee on yourself.
The presence of the playlist probably presents more annoyance than delight to most readers of this blog, as you race to press the stop button before the music begins to play. And for that I apologize.
However, I must admit that I absolutely adore finding new music and I delight in the potentiality of sharing it with an audience who may, maybe, might find a note or lyric of significance. I am not under any false pretenses that my adoring public probably thinks my folk/rock/pop/instrumental/etc taste in music quite ridiculous. Being the only person in this 7 person house who is not a fan of country music, I realize that everyone has a unique perception of musical genius. My roommates have great ambitions to force me to embrace the wonders of that twangy noise. I am trying to have an open mind.
Although I appreciate music from all different locations on this earth, I am currently enjoying several Canadian artists. My particular recent favorites are Stars, Hey Ocean, Patrick Watson, Aidan Knight, and Sierra Noble. Kudos to Patrick Watson who just won some cool award for his tunes.
May you find your own delight in experiencing those artistic creations that serve to bring greater depth and meaning to this life.
...I know my playlist is just a little out of control. With well over 100 songs, I constantly add new music and move it around. Constantly. I find it very difficult to delete songs that have been on there for a very long time. Each one has such a special place in my heart. You know, like that shirt with the soft material that you save to wear for special days, and can't bear to take to the Thrift store even though it has a stain from that day you spilled coffee on yourself.
The presence of the playlist probably presents more annoyance than delight to most readers of this blog, as you race to press the stop button before the music begins to play. And for that I apologize.
However, I must admit that I absolutely adore finding new music and I delight in the potentiality of sharing it with an audience who may, maybe, might find a note or lyric of significance. I am not under any false pretenses that my adoring public probably thinks my folk/rock/pop/instrumental/etc taste in music quite ridiculous. Being the only person in this 7 person house who is not a fan of country music, I realize that everyone has a unique perception of musical genius. My roommates have great ambitions to force me to embrace the wonders of that twangy noise. I am trying to have an open mind.
Although I appreciate music from all different locations on this earth, I am currently enjoying several Canadian artists. My particular recent favorites are Stars, Hey Ocean, Patrick Watson, Aidan Knight, and Sierra Noble. Kudos to Patrick Watson who just won some cool award for his tunes.
May you find your own delight in experiencing those artistic creations that serve to bring greater depth and meaning to this life.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
A study of hilarity...
Flies in the Apartment:
Chuck captures and releases a fly outside.
Lindsay: “Chuck, I just kill them.”
Chuck: “But then you have to do something with their bodies.”
Lindsay: “I put them in the garbage.”
Chuck: “Oh...that works.”
Chuck captures another fly and releases it outside.
Chuck captures and releases a fly outside.
Lindsay: “Chuck, I just kill them.”
Chuck: “But then you have to do something with their bodies.”
Lindsay: “I put them in the garbage.”
Chuck: “Oh...that works.”
Chuck captures another fly and releases it outside.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Sierra Noble
Here is a great local singer, discovered by my sister. Happy Sunday!
Possibility - Sierra Noble (Official Music Video)
Possibility - Sierra Noble (Official Music Video)
Friday, July 10, 2009
I love...
You can always tell when I am writing papers, because I tend to post more blogs.
Procrastination at its most blatant.
The smokey smell of my incense is making me sleepy, and my pillow looks so soft and cuddly...
Any good wake-up tactics?
I love this blog: The Pioneer Woman. She is a middle child like myself.
I love warm breezes.
I love Fridays...the ones without papers.
I love my plants.
I love getting mail...even if it is from student loans.
I love being able to walk home for lunch.
I love listening to elderly people share stories...even the painful ones.
I love Ben Gibbard's voice.
I love having 6 roommates.
I love knowing that I am going home in 2 weeks.
I love talking to my sister about childhood memories.
I love getting up early, even when I don't want to.
I love changing my clothes when I get home from work into comfy clothes.
I love how the rain storm killed my garden.
Note: There may have been a hint of sarcasm in that last one. Stupid drainage pipe.
Procrastination at its most blatant.
The smokey smell of my incense is making me sleepy, and my pillow looks so soft and cuddly...
Any good wake-up tactics?
I love this blog: The Pioneer Woman. She is a middle child like myself.
I love warm breezes.
I love Fridays...the ones without papers.
I love my plants.
I love getting mail...even if it is from student loans.
I love being able to walk home for lunch.
I love listening to elderly people share stories...even the painful ones.
I love Ben Gibbard's voice.
I love having 6 roommates.
I love knowing that I am going home in 2 weeks.
I love talking to my sister about childhood memories.
I love getting up early, even when I don't want to.
I love changing my clothes when I get home from work into comfy clothes.
I love how the rain storm killed my garden.
Note: There may have been a hint of sarcasm in that last one. Stupid drainage pipe.
Thursday, July 09, 2009
My own pretend folk fest
This weekend is the big deal Winnipeg Folk Fest...and I am unable to go for a myriad of silly reasons that really should have no significance in light of such a momentous occasion.
Here are the bands that I especially would have liked to see:
Great Lake Swimmers
Iron and Wine
Hey Rosetta!
Josh Ritter
Patrick Watson
Punch Brothers featuring Chris Thile
Joe Pug
Dala
Okkervil River
Amelia Curran
Mirah
Oh, and Fred Penner for old times sake.
I am writing my lovely research paper and listening to some tunes on my laptop, and pretending that folk fest is actually occurring in my bedroom.
It's rockin' tonight, baby!!
Check out the playlist to your right, and join me on this lil' adventure if you are also unable to attend folk fest.
Here are the bands that I especially would have liked to see:
Great Lake Swimmers
Iron and Wine
Hey Rosetta!
Josh Ritter
Patrick Watson
Punch Brothers featuring Chris Thile
Joe Pug
Dala
Okkervil River
Amelia Curran
Mirah
Oh, and Fred Penner for old times sake.
I am writing my lovely research paper and listening to some tunes on my laptop, and pretending that folk fest is actually occurring in my bedroom.
It's rockin' tonight, baby!!
Check out the playlist to your right, and join me on this lil' adventure if you are also unable to attend folk fest.
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Ok, I'll Try...
"Don’t get bogged down by the rules and regulations that contain you. Find ways to get beyond them and create your own destiny. Don’t be limited by mundane responsibilities in carrying out a job. Look for a job that can give you an expansive view, one which you can bring to it your skills, your strengths, and recognize that everyone has their own limitations and their own disabilities. …that there are no limits to success. And don’t get contained by the term “social work.” Don’t get limited by what the field is today, but move it to the vision of the world tomorrow. Dream about the future to make people’s lives better and then go out and do it...."
The place for social workers on the net.
The place for social workers on the net.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
tired
Twas a dark and stormy night.
The air was cool, the wind was strong, and the clouds cast an eerie glow.
The street lights were buzzing and flickering.
And Jennie was walking the streets of Wolseley.
When suddenly, out of nowhere, a raindrop spattered against her cheek.
And she turned around and went home.
Too tired for an adventure in the rain tonight.
It is Sunday evening and there is nothing I would like better than to curl up in my lil' bed with a cup of hot tea and a good book.
I hate papers. They destroy all that is good.
The air was cool, the wind was strong, and the clouds cast an eerie glow.
The street lights were buzzing and flickering.
And Jennie was walking the streets of Wolseley.
When suddenly, out of nowhere, a raindrop spattered against her cheek.
And she turned around and went home.
Too tired for an adventure in the rain tonight.
It is Sunday evening and there is nothing I would like better than to curl up in my lil' bed with a cup of hot tea and a good book.
I hate papers. They destroy all that is good.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Dr. D
Today is Father's day, and I would like to commemorate my daddy through this post for his utter diligence and devotion to his family.
Good job dad.
I would have made you a cake if I were a few miles closer.
Some facts that I would like to share about my dad:
-my dad makes the best coffee in the world, by roasting his own beans, and experimenting with beans from different countries...look out starbucks.
-my dad is the hardest working person ever. Even on his days off, he is busy. I am feeling guilty just thinking about it.
-my dad is a very well read person. And he likes to learn about things, like facebook and guitars and beer.
-my dad has this weird obsession with strawberries and rhubarb.
-my dad is definitely an oldest child.
-my dad used to ride motorcycles until he had kids.
-my dad has the most hilarious humour and I probably appreciate his terrible puns more than I should.
-my dad likes candles.
-my dad talks to my cat when he thinks no one else can hear him.
-my dad would play baseball with me and tell me encouraging things.
-my dad prays for me everyday.
Good job dad.
I would have made you a cake if I were a few miles closer.
Some facts that I would like to share about my dad:
-my dad makes the best coffee in the world, by roasting his own beans, and experimenting with beans from different countries...look out starbucks.
-my dad is the hardest working person ever. Even on his days off, he is busy. I am feeling guilty just thinking about it.
-my dad is a very well read person. And he likes to learn about things, like facebook and guitars and beer.
-my dad has this weird obsession with strawberries and rhubarb.
-my dad is definitely an oldest child.
-my dad used to ride motorcycles until he had kids.
-my dad has the most hilarious humour and I probably appreciate his terrible puns more than I should.
-my dad likes candles.
-my dad talks to my cat when he thinks no one else can hear him.
-my dad would play baseball with me and tell me encouraging things.
-my dad prays for me everyday.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
The Return of the Cat
I love cats. Much to the chagrin of my father and my sister, and probably a lot of other people, I adore the sweet, fuzzy little creatures. But there is something about cats that I severely detest....their tendency to use freshly tilled dirt as their bathroom of choice. Today The Cat has once again used my lil' garden as his litterbox, successfully dug up a section of my snapdragon seeds, and left proud, wee footsteps to mark his trail.
This means war.
This means war.
Monday, June 08, 2009
I have an unfortunate case of the stomach flu. I forgot how much I hate throwing up. So now that you have a visual picture of me standing over the toilet retching, I will show you how I am spending my time between episodes (and, no it does not include writing my paper...)
Watch this :)
Every time I see Julia lying on the floor I giggle, because I can just imagine my a certain member of my family doing the exact same thing. ha ha ha!!! I am deeply amused.
I also made up a little ditty about having the flu. It is sung to the child's tune of "We're Going to the Zoo".
I have got the stomach flu, flu, flu,
Oh, How about you, you, you,
You could have it too, too, too,
So wash your hands, do, do, do.
(IMPORTANT NOTE: Janna, make sure you wash your hands, because I am pretty sure I breathed on you last night.)
Watch this :)
Every time I see Julia lying on the floor I giggle, because I can just imagine my a certain member of my family doing the exact same thing. ha ha ha!!! I am deeply amused.
I also made up a little ditty about having the flu. It is sung to the child's tune of "We're Going to the Zoo".
I have got the stomach flu, flu, flu,
Oh, How about you, you, you,
You could have it too, too, too,
So wash your hands, do, do, do.
(IMPORTANT NOTE: Janna, make sure you wash your hands, because I am pretty sure I breathed on you last night.)
Monday, May 25, 2009
Identity Crisis
The staff room coffee pot is like a looming presence that I have resisted for several weeks, and have at last accepted as part of my morning routine. Yes. I think I am addicted. This is creating havoc with my prolonged tea drinking routine. I have to cut back on the caffeinated tea in order to make room for my newly formed coffee drinking habit. This is creating tension between my tea self, and my emerging coffee self.
My mother is arriving for a little visit in approximately 14 hours. I am pretty excited. I am trying to scheme my way out of practicum tomorrow afternoon to hang out with her. Maybe if I bring doughnuts to dunk in the infamous staff room coffee.
Funny story as told to me by roommate Kate:
Kate was walking down good ol' Westminister Ave, when she saw some kids riding by on their bikes, yelling and swearing, and dropping the f-bomb as many times as physically possible. A gigantic man in a trench coat who was walking behind Kate boomed, "hey, stop that swearing or wash your mouth out with organic soap." Sigh, it reminds me of dear Nelson, except there was an absence of the sweet scent of marijuana lingering in the air.
My mother is arriving for a little visit in approximately 14 hours. I am pretty excited. I am trying to scheme my way out of practicum tomorrow afternoon to hang out with her. Maybe if I bring doughnuts to dunk in the infamous staff room coffee.
Funny story as told to me by roommate Kate:
Kate was walking down good ol' Westminister Ave, when she saw some kids riding by on their bikes, yelling and swearing, and dropping the f-bomb as many times as physically possible. A gigantic man in a trench coat who was walking behind Kate boomed, "hey, stop that swearing or wash your mouth out with organic soap." Sigh, it reminds me of dear Nelson, except there was an absence of the sweet scent of marijuana lingering in the air.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Continuing thoughts
I am not exactly sure why, but I took advantage of this beautiful day off to start a new blog...Here it is.
I also wrote 2 papers, and made perogies, and cleaned the microwave, and mopped, and bought a closet organizer so I don't have to stuff my clean underwear into the bottom of my laundry basket. I need another day off to recover from my extreme productivity.
I also discovered that I can become remarkably introverted. Today I had this weird feeling of the whole world sort of fading away, and seeming remarkably unimportant. All that seemed to matter, was this urge to find the quietest, less populated area possible. I tried to fight this urge, because it frustrates me. I want to be people-friendly all the time. Such a silly self-centered self.
I like this band, and not just because they are Scottish, like another good band I know.
I also wrote 2 papers, and made perogies, and cleaned the microwave, and mopped, and bought a closet organizer so I don't have to stuff my clean underwear into the bottom of my laundry basket. I need another day off to recover from my extreme productivity.
I also discovered that I can become remarkably introverted. Today I had this weird feeling of the whole world sort of fading away, and seeming remarkably unimportant. All that seemed to matter, was this urge to find the quietest, less populated area possible. I tried to fight this urge, because it frustrates me. I want to be people-friendly all the time. Such a silly self-centered self.
I like this band, and not just because they are Scottish, like another good band I know.
Today is Monday, and I am NOT at work.
It is a day of rest today. An extra lil' holiday to be taken from practicum and business. However, it is not a holiday that constitutes the resting from papers that still need to be handed in. Blech.
Today we are making homemade perogies. I am learning about the ways of the Mennonite folk.
It is so windy this morning, that each gust past my bedroom window makes it rattle. It is rather comforting to be on the inside.
I have just received my sister's completed thesis via email in all its glorificus. It is entitled: Rethinking “Nature in General”: Wendell Berry, The Land Institute and a Relational View of Nature.
I know I am impressed all ready. The longer the title, the more intense the paper. My papers have very short titles. Like "Log #4"...but they are VERY intense.
I haven't read her thesis yet...but I have observed from my initial glance that it looks pretty amazing. Constructive, logical, AND beautifully written.
I am mentally and researchly preparing for my two therapeutic groups that I will be conducting for my practicum in June/July. The topic is: Reminiscence...
Anticipated Summer Pastimes:
1. Go to the library and read books that are unrelated to aging and dementia
2. Go to the park and read aforesaid books.
3. Gardening!! I currently have 3 pots of herbs, and 2 pots of tomatoes, and I am waiting until it gets a little warmer to do the outside planting.
4. Drink tea and homemade lemonade
5. Learn how to become an effective communicator.
Today we are making homemade perogies. I am learning about the ways of the Mennonite folk.
It is so windy this morning, that each gust past my bedroom window makes it rattle. It is rather comforting to be on the inside.
I have just received my sister's completed thesis via email in all its glorificus. It is entitled: Rethinking “Nature in General”: Wendell Berry, The Land Institute and a Relational View of Nature.
I know I am impressed all ready. The longer the title, the more intense the paper. My papers have very short titles. Like "Log #4"...but they are VERY intense.
I haven't read her thesis yet...but I have observed from my initial glance that it looks pretty amazing. Constructive, logical, AND beautifully written.
I am mentally and researchly preparing for my two therapeutic groups that I will be conducting for my practicum in June/July. The topic is: Reminiscence...
Anticipated Summer Pastimes:
1. Go to the library and read books that are unrelated to aging and dementia
2. Go to the park and read aforesaid books.
3. Gardening!! I currently have 3 pots of herbs, and 2 pots of tomatoes, and I am waiting until it gets a little warmer to do the outside planting.
4. Drink tea and homemade lemonade
5. Learn how to become an effective communicator.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Today I am thinking about oceans and evergreen forests and home. Riding the ferry. Hearing the fog horn. Watching the mist. Feeling the water spray. Smelling the distinct oceany air. Inhaling the earth. Touching rough bark. Standing in a quiet place. Accepting the stillness. Being in a place of familiarity.
It has been a hard week.
I am learning things about communication, and my utter finite being.
Time for some (indoor) gardening. The weather is not really cooperating with my planting schedule.
"I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me."
Patrick Watson
It has been a hard week.
I am learning things about communication, and my utter finite being.
Time for some (indoor) gardening. The weather is not really cooperating with my planting schedule.
"I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me."
Patrick Watson
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Does your own soul need comforting?
Mine does...here is my favorite poet yet again reminding her reader of the everyday joys that can supersede the tough stuff.
Such Singing in the Wild Branches by Mary Oliver
It was spring
and finally I heard him
among the first leaves -
then I saw him clutching the limb
in an island of shade
with his red-brown feathers
all trim and neat for the new year.
First, I stood still
and thought of nothing.
Then I began to listen.
Then I was filled with gladness -
and that's when it happened,
when I seemed to float,
to be, myself, a wing or a tree -
and I began to understand
what the bird was saying,
and the sands in the glass
stopped
for a pure white moment
while gravity sprinkled upward
like rain, rising,
and in fact
it became difficult to tell just what it was that was singing -
it was the thrush for sure, but it seemed
not a single thrush, but himself, and all his brothers,
and also the trees around them,
as well as the gliding, long-tailed clouds
in the perfectly blue sky - all, all of them
were singing.
And, of course, yes, so it seemed,
so was I.
Such soft and solemn and perfect music doesn't last
for more than a few moments.
It's one of those magical places wise people
like to talk about.
One of the things they say about it, that is true,
is that, once you've been there,
you're there forever.
Listen, everyone has a chance.
Is it spring, is it morning?
Are there trees near you,
and does your own soul need comforting?
Quick, then - open the door and fly on your heavy feet; the song
may already be drifting away.
Such Singing in the Wild Branches by Mary Oliver
It was spring
and finally I heard him
among the first leaves -
then I saw him clutching the limb
in an island of shade
with his red-brown feathers
all trim and neat for the new year.
First, I stood still
and thought of nothing.
Then I began to listen.
Then I was filled with gladness -
and that's when it happened,
when I seemed to float,
to be, myself, a wing or a tree -
and I began to understand
what the bird was saying,
and the sands in the glass
stopped
for a pure white moment
while gravity sprinkled upward
like rain, rising,
and in fact
it became difficult to tell just what it was that was singing -
it was the thrush for sure, but it seemed
not a single thrush, but himself, and all his brothers,
and also the trees around them,
as well as the gliding, long-tailed clouds
in the perfectly blue sky - all, all of them
were singing.
And, of course, yes, so it seemed,
so was I.
Such soft and solemn and perfect music doesn't last
for more than a few moments.
It's one of those magical places wise people
like to talk about.
One of the things they say about it, that is true,
is that, once you've been there,
you're there forever.
Listen, everyone has a chance.
Is it spring, is it morning?
Are there trees near you,
and does your own soul need comforting?
Quick, then - open the door and fly on your heavy feet; the song
may already be drifting away.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Dear Mom,
When the world is dark and scary, you remind me about the red tulip that comes up behind the compost pile.
And I realize,
That there is hope...
In spring.
In life.
In the midst of discouragement.
I hope that you know,
How much...
How very much...
I love you.
I wish I could give you real ones.
PLUS:
I wish I could make you some rooibos tea.
And bake you some apple crisp.
And go on a spring walk. And hang out.
Cause really I just miss you a lot.
And I realize,
That there is hope...
In spring.
In life.
In the midst of discouragement.
I hope that you know,
How much...
How very much...
I love you.
I wish I could give you real ones.
PLUS:
I wish I could make you some rooibos tea.
And bake you some apple crisp.
And go on a spring walk. And hang out.
Cause really I just miss you a lot.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Sunday, May 03, 2009
oh golly
Heavy sigh.
And breathe.
I accidentally screwed up one of my practicum papers, and so I am yet again testing out my skills of writing a paper at the eleventh hour. ha ha.
Booo school. Minimum wage has never looked so good to me.
And breathe.
I accidentally screwed up one of my practicum papers, and so I am yet again testing out my skills of writing a paper at the eleventh hour. ha ha.
Booo school. Minimum wage has never looked so good to me.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Brown is a very nice colour.
I want my life to be one of love. I want to love people. I want to take them outside in the garden and carry them armfuls of flowers. I want to hold their hands and tell them I think they are beautiful. I want to accept their words and recognize their hurt. I want to be with them in the midst of their pain and sorrow.
I don't want to develop group therapies and conduct MMST's. Is social work truly a means to the end that I desire?
Simplicity
Emily Dickinson
How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And doesn't care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.
I don't want to develop group therapies and conduct MMST's. Is social work truly a means to the end that I desire?
Simplicity
Emily Dickinson
How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And doesn't care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
After my first full week of practicum, and spending my days with delightful senior citizens, I cannot help but be thankful for my freedom. Fleeting and uncertain though they may be, I am grateful for the provision of weekends.
I have gained many insights through this first week:
1. I have the ability to strike fear in the hearts of poor elderly people who suffer from paranoia. This is a new experience for me, and is both frustrating and intoxicating. Don't worry, I will use my power wisely...
2. I am both energized and exhausted through social interactions. I come home feeling exhausticized.
3. Patience is a virtue that I need. It is easy to forget the sadness, pain, dementia, and exhaustion that can impact one's cognitive awareness.
4. People need meaning and purpose to feel like they have worth and value and self-esteem. Discovering and reminiscing about stories is extremely therapeutic for everyone, I think; hence the need for the therapeutic group I am developing on reminiscence.
5. The aging process is beautiful and painful and slow and fast. I think I forget about the deep needs that people have at all stages of life.
6. Relationships and community are VITAL for a healthy, happy life.
7. I want to be cremated. I think. And possibly tossed into the ocean. Or used as fertilizer for some pretty flowers. Much cheaper.
8. Simple gestures, touch, words, even the inclusion of one's presence can provide joy.
9. Musical activities are the most populated social activities among the elderly. I think this speaks to the reality that music is an important element of the soul that needs opportunity to be expressed and enjoyed.
10. Do I want to work with elderly in the future? Possibly. I wouldn't want to deny anyone the opportunity to kick me out of their room, or sing loud, obnoxious Italian music in my ear, or tell me the same story every five minutes.
11. According to the security man when taking my photo for my ID card, I have the worst devil eyes he has ever seen. Hmmm. Not exactly something you want to hear on your first day of working with elderly.
I have gained many insights through this first week:
1. I have the ability to strike fear in the hearts of poor elderly people who suffer from paranoia. This is a new experience for me, and is both frustrating and intoxicating. Don't worry, I will use my power wisely...
2. I am both energized and exhausted through social interactions. I come home feeling exhausticized.
3. Patience is a virtue that I need. It is easy to forget the sadness, pain, dementia, and exhaustion that can impact one's cognitive awareness.
4. People need meaning and purpose to feel like they have worth and value and self-esteem. Discovering and reminiscing about stories is extremely therapeutic for everyone, I think; hence the need for the therapeutic group I am developing on reminiscence.
5. The aging process is beautiful and painful and slow and fast. I think I forget about the deep needs that people have at all stages of life.
6. Relationships and community are VITAL for a healthy, happy life.
7. I want to be cremated. I think. And possibly tossed into the ocean. Or used as fertilizer for some pretty flowers. Much cheaper.
8. Simple gestures, touch, words, even the inclusion of one's presence can provide joy.
9. Musical activities are the most populated social activities among the elderly. I think this speaks to the reality that music is an important element of the soul that needs opportunity to be expressed and enjoyed.
10. Do I want to work with elderly in the future? Possibly. I wouldn't want to deny anyone the opportunity to kick me out of their room, or sing loud, obnoxious Italian music in my ear, or tell me the same story every five minutes.
11. According to the security man when taking my photo for my ID card, I have the worst devil eyes he has ever seen. Hmmm. Not exactly something you want to hear on your first day of working with elderly.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I want seed balls...
Oh how I want to be done studying for exams. Right about now I wouldn't mind walking around the neighborhood hucking balls of dirt. If only...
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Thank you Lord for caffinated beverages
Writing papers all day can actually produce something good...the discovery of new music!!
Check out this interesting band:
Horse in the Sea
56 pages done, and still going strong...I love group counselling. So much.
Check out this interesting band:
Horse in the Sea
56 pages done, and still going strong...I love group counselling. So much.
Friday, March 27, 2009
It's Been a Long Day
My day started out rather abruptly (and coldly), as my assistance was required to help push dearest roommate (Chrissy) out of the driveway. Her car, that is. After some futile pushes (on my part, cause Chrissy is buff, and my workout regime does not appear to be garnering significant results in muscle tone), we found success in the combined efforts of some neighbor.
Following this exciting event which really feels like it occured yesterday due to its early morning nature, I attempted to redeem my my Human Behaviour paper in the remaining 23 minutes before leaving for class. It wasn't actually something that could be achieved in an hour.
The computers at Booth are remarkably slow, and normally I am quite content to sit and stare at the screen while it loads, and think about all the things I could be doing (flossing my teeth, clipping my toenails, etc). However, this morning we were rather late for class, and I admit that I muttered a couple of bad words at the stupid computer. This negative reinforcement (as a form of learning theory) did not produce any positive results, although my paper did eventually print.
Later in the afternoon I spent some time working at the ol' library. My favorite task involves watering the plants. My least favorite task involves reading shelves to make sure that all the books are in order.
I have now retreated to my room to sit on my bed. I am listening to the sounds of my roommates watching Lost, as I begin to write this monstrous paper that is due on Monday. My eyelids are drooping and I am attempting to motivate myself through the positive reinforcement of sleep. However I have realized that this tactic does not work on oneself. Negative reinforcement (the looming F+) is far more motivating. And so, the birth of the group counselling paper extraordinaire begins.
Following this exciting event which really feels like it occured yesterday due to its early morning nature, I attempted to redeem my my Human Behaviour paper in the remaining 23 minutes before leaving for class. It wasn't actually something that could be achieved in an hour.
The computers at Booth are remarkably slow, and normally I am quite content to sit and stare at the screen while it loads, and think about all the things I could be doing (flossing my teeth, clipping my toenails, etc). However, this morning we were rather late for class, and I admit that I muttered a couple of bad words at the stupid computer. This negative reinforcement (as a form of learning theory) did not produce any positive results, although my paper did eventually print.
Later in the afternoon I spent some time working at the ol' library. My favorite task involves watering the plants. My least favorite task involves reading shelves to make sure that all the books are in order.
I have now retreated to my room to sit on my bed. I am listening to the sounds of my roommates watching Lost, as I begin to write this monstrous paper that is due on Monday. My eyelids are drooping and I am attempting to motivate myself through the positive reinforcement of sleep. However I have realized that this tactic does not work on oneself. Negative reinforcement (the looming F+) is far more motivating. And so, the birth of the group counselling paper extraordinaire begins.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Mistakes we knew we were making
I recognize that I am technically wholly immersed in "crunch time", and should really be spending my time writing papers, as opposed to writing on my blog. I have no excuse.
Today we (well, Katie really), got a lil' doggie. She is very sweet and loving. You can read about our grand experiences here.
I am homesick. Or merely experiencing lingering pangs of indigestion. In either case, I wouldn't mind going home for a little trip. It doesn't look like this will happen until August, however.
Also, I simply must express my new found love regarding this lady's poetry. Although today was certainly not a sunny day, this poem reminds me of days to come hopefully soon!
Why I Wake Early by Mary Oliver
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who made the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety –
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light –
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.
May your days be filled with happiness and kindness despite miserable occurrences that generally tend to occur in this life thing.
Today we (well, Katie really), got a lil' doggie. She is very sweet and loving. You can read about our grand experiences here.
I am homesick. Or merely experiencing lingering pangs of indigestion. In either case, I wouldn't mind going home for a little trip. It doesn't look like this will happen until August, however.
Also, I simply must express my new found love regarding this lady's poetry. Although today was certainly not a sunny day, this poem reminds me of days to come hopefully soon!
Why I Wake Early by Mary Oliver
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who made the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety –
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light –
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.
May your days be filled with happiness and kindness despite miserable occurrences that generally tend to occur in this life thing.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Cheese and Whine
Hmpf. I guess it still surprises me that getting a lower mark can cause me to reconsider my life's journey. I have gotten enough bad marks in my little life to be so affected by this one. My hope is that one day I will be mature enough to disengage my sense of worth from my grades. Today I feel as though I am finally able to say, "SCREW IT ALL!" I have far more reliable means to find my meaning in my life than the stupid educational system. I am embracing the fact that if I want to help people, it is going to take a lot more than a (insert bad grade)to stop me. HAA! Take that.
Yesterday I was reading some of Emily Dickinson's poems...and I came upon my new mantra.
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
My mental image of a fainting robin pretty much consists of this lil' birdie tipping out of his nest and landing beak first in the dirt. My gut reaction is to laugh (my little brother has rubbed off on me) But the essence remains, that if I can do anything for the sake of another, my life will be worth living...and this thought is helping me continue on in this social work thing...
Yesterday I was reading some of Emily Dickinson's poems...and I came upon my new mantra.
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
My mental image of a fainting robin pretty much consists of this lil' birdie tipping out of his nest and landing beak first in the dirt. My gut reaction is to laugh (my little brother has rubbed off on me) But the essence remains, that if I can do anything for the sake of another, my life will be worth living...and this thought is helping me continue on in this social work thing...
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
whoops.
Yes, it is the same plant...thriving one day, and dead the next. I'm not sure what it's problem is. I gave it sunshine and liquids and plant food...but alas, the little darling began to succumb to what ever it was that is making him sick. Sad.
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Here is a bit of happiness in my life.
1. I am doing my summer practicum at Misericordia Health Center which is a convenient two minute walk from my home. I am excited. I will be able to assist and accommodate elderly people in a social workey way. I'm still not exactly sure what I will be doing, but I know I have to be dressed up to do it.
2. I was able to attend the beautiful wedding of a friend from Prov this weekend. There were tears from my eyes throughout the ceremony. I'm not sure what prompted this emotional trickle, but I think the overwhelming combination of beautiful music and beautiful people, and the ridiculously excited facial features of the groom had something to do with it. Congratulations Steph and Jamie!
3. I was also able to attend Janna's birthday this weekend which included eating Indian food that was just great, and pumpkin cheesecake that was also just great. I cannot say enough good things about the food, so I figured I would not try. The people were pretty great too. Happy Birthday Janna!
4. There are only 6 more weeks of school left! Enough said.
5. Today is daylight savings time, which means the loss of a beautiful hour of sleep, but which also represents the gaining of a beautiful hour of daylight. Which means that spring is coming!
6. My room is warm (Sorry Katie).
7. I have purchased a new journal and pen, for all my journaling needs. This makes me happy.
8. I really enjoy Wolsely as a neighbourhood.
9. I am listening to piano and violins.
10. I am thankful that love can take so many different forms, and doesn't have to merely consist of romantic affection.
1. I am doing my summer practicum at Misericordia Health Center which is a convenient two minute walk from my home. I am excited. I will be able to assist and accommodate elderly people in a social workey way. I'm still not exactly sure what I will be doing, but I know I have to be dressed up to do it.
2. I was able to attend the beautiful wedding of a friend from Prov this weekend. There were tears from my eyes throughout the ceremony. I'm not sure what prompted this emotional trickle, but I think the overwhelming combination of beautiful music and beautiful people, and the ridiculously excited facial features of the groom had something to do with it. Congratulations Steph and Jamie!
3. I was also able to attend Janna's birthday this weekend which included eating Indian food that was just great, and pumpkin cheesecake that was also just great. I cannot say enough good things about the food, so I figured I would not try. The people were pretty great too. Happy Birthday Janna!
4. There are only 6 more weeks of school left! Enough said.
5. Today is daylight savings time, which means the loss of a beautiful hour of sleep, but which also represents the gaining of a beautiful hour of daylight. Which means that spring is coming!
6. My room is warm (Sorry Katie).
7. I have purchased a new journal and pen, for all my journaling needs. This makes me happy.
8. I really enjoy Wolsely as a neighbourhood.
9. I am listening to piano and violins.
10. I am thankful that love can take so many different forms, and doesn't have to merely consist of romantic affection.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
I am in the middle of a dark, tumultuous mist of paper-writing...and yet I cannot help but express my joy at the sunshine coming through my window, and the bag of chocolate chips at my side, and the good music playing through my headphones, and the comforting awareness of roommates in the house. The only thing that would make this moment a little brighter is a hot cup of tea, or warmed up coffee (don't worry it is decaf...or maybe that will make you worry because of the chemicals used to get rid of the caffeine that I would be consuming. At least I won't be running around Wolesly due to excess energy, cause that would be silly. You have to have a dog to run around Wolsely. Everyone has a dog here. Except for the poor college students). Wow. That was a long parentheses.
Ok, my momentary interlude is over.
Peace to you.
Ok, my momentary interlude is over.
Peace to you.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Reading Break...
...is not actually a break.
I am slightly overwhelmed with the amount of assignments that have to be completed this week.
As I am writing this post, I am sitting in the kitchen drinking rooibos and eating a supper made of vegetables with the anticipation of scarfing down a chocolate chip cookie when I am done. I live a paradoxical life.
I am desperate for nature. I like this city and being able to walk to the grocery store and little coffee shops, but I am lonesome for beautiful trees and water and birds and summer warmth. It is hard to escape worries when there is no where to go that doesn't remind me of them. I don't know where to rest in the grace of the world.
The peace of wild things by Wendell Berry
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
I am slightly overwhelmed with the amount of assignments that have to be completed this week.
As I am writing this post, I am sitting in the kitchen drinking rooibos and eating a supper made of vegetables with the anticipation of scarfing down a chocolate chip cookie when I am done. I live a paradoxical life.
I am desperate for nature. I like this city and being able to walk to the grocery store and little coffee shops, but I am lonesome for beautiful trees and water and birds and summer warmth. It is hard to escape worries when there is no where to go that doesn't remind me of them. I don't know where to rest in the grace of the world.
The peace of wild things by Wendell Berry
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Gravity Rides Everything
I have been experiencing varying levels of discouragement this week through different arising circumstances...my emotions have consisted of anger, shame, utter humiliation, fear, and are currently hovering around something resembling a forced apathy. I wish I could be more open, and share my stories with the blogdom realm, but I realize that my words represent more than just myself.
The rather blatant and harsh lyrics of Modest Mouse seem to describe to me the wholistic human condition. We may experience hardships. But at least we ALL experience hardships. Gravity catches up with all of us in the end. None are exempt.
"In the motions and the things that you say
It all will fall, fall right into place
As fruit drops, flesh it sags
Everything will fall right into place
When we die, some sink and some lay
But at least I don't see you float away
And all the spilt milk, sex and weight
It all will fall, fall right into place"
I realize that this song is not exactly hopeful, but I guess I find comfort in the fact that common experiences build relationships which build community, which builds hope...and so I end this post upon that optimistic note.
"Everything will fall right into place."
The rather blatant and harsh lyrics of Modest Mouse seem to describe to me the wholistic human condition. We may experience hardships. But at least we ALL experience hardships. Gravity catches up with all of us in the end. None are exempt.
"In the motions and the things that you say
It all will fall, fall right into place
As fruit drops, flesh it sags
Everything will fall right into place
When we die, some sink and some lay
But at least I don't see you float away
And all the spilt milk, sex and weight
It all will fall, fall right into place"
I realize that this song is not exactly hopeful, but I guess I find comfort in the fact that common experiences build relationships which build community, which builds hope...and so I end this post upon that optimistic note.
"Everything will fall right into place."
Monday, February 09, 2009
longing
Speak to Me Gently
by Future of Forestry
Sadness and rhyme
These are the times
These are the memories
We find a way
Pushing through the day
So speak to me gently
Can you just feel the time
Falling from some place new?
Can you just feel the sign?
Love waits for you
Love waits for you
I'm searching the stars
In desperate hours
Bound to find meaning
God shows a face
In this desolate place
And tenderness meets me
Stories untold
Of redwoods grown old
Reside in the forest
And there you can hear
A whispering tear
That speaks into our loneliness
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Can it be?
I am home alone today. Everyone is at work.
This is pretty much the rarest thing ever when you live with 6 other people. I am planning to wash my floor, and do some laundry, and cook something, and maybe I will do some homework. Maybe. The weather is very beautiful and cloudy, and gray and WARM! I may go for a walk also.
Yesterday while working in the library, this lady come in with a visor hat that read: "God, one day I will be rich." This individual was searching for a celibate priest who lived in a church...because she had one in Ireland. I informed her that the Salvation Army officers were generally not celibate and usually didn't live in churches, but she said she just needed help looking for one on the computer. And so, 45 minutes later, after a long, detailed conversation regarding her mission in life (to advocate for her recently deceased friend) we stumbled on google upon a church nearby that was open for drop-in on Friday afternoons. I cheerfully printed out the address, and stamped and dated the sheet (so I could be remembered for my kindness for the rest of her life) and the lady went on her way, to seek justice and wealth, and turn to her last hope, God.
And then I went back to shelving.
This is pretty much the rarest thing ever when you live with 6 other people. I am planning to wash my floor, and do some laundry, and cook something, and maybe I will do some homework. Maybe. The weather is very beautiful and cloudy, and gray and WARM! I may go for a walk also.
Yesterday while working in the library, this lady come in with a visor hat that read: "God, one day I will be rich." This individual was searching for a celibate priest who lived in a church...because she had one in Ireland. I informed her that the Salvation Army officers were generally not celibate and usually didn't live in churches, but she said she just needed help looking for one on the computer. And so, 45 minutes later, after a long, detailed conversation regarding her mission in life (to advocate for her recently deceased friend) we stumbled on google upon a church nearby that was open for drop-in on Friday afternoons. I cheerfully printed out the address, and stamped and dated the sheet (so I could be remembered for my kindness for the rest of her life) and the lady went on her way, to seek justice and wealth, and turn to her last hope, God.
And then I went back to shelving.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Guess...
I thought I would try to do something different and describe myself in pictures as opposed to words. Can you guess what I am doing???
And it is not sleeping.
And it is not sleeping.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Cyber-relating...to post or not to post.
At the moment I am feeling somewhat aloof. As though my experiences and thoughts are unique enough that I am the only one in the world who could somewhat relate with myself. I think that is why I am drawn to music and books and art and people. Sometimes there is a phrase, or a note, or a colour smear that moves my heart and reminds me of the existence of beauty and joy. Which then serves to prove that I am not alone. But rather I am a link, a movement, a part of this life thing. In simple terms, I think that it is easy to feel unique (which we are) but it is also important to remember that we are more alike than we realize, once we start talking and sharing our thoughts...
Here is the part where I share and force you to read about myself. This is called cyber relating.
10 things you probably never knew about Jennie:
1. I wanted to be a photojournalist for National Geographic for most of my life.
2. I never planned on moving to Manitoba. Ever. It just happened.
3. I played field hockey for one year. It did not end well. Something about my "high stick" tendency.
4. When I was in grade 9 I threw bouncy balls at cars from the top of a parkade. And I never got caught.
5. "Reading Rainbow" was my favourite show as a child.
6. In high school I learned that I could hide in the library and people thought I was smart...just because I read books. ha!
7. My hero is Ferris Bueller. He is just so cool.
8. Avocados are my favourite vegetable.
9. I experience middle child symptoms.
10. My nickname in elementary was "Bucky" because of my large, protruding front teeth. Thanks for the braces mom and dad.
Here is the part where I share and force you to read about myself. This is called cyber relating.
10 things you probably never knew about Jennie:
1. I wanted to be a photojournalist for National Geographic for most of my life.
2. I never planned on moving to Manitoba. Ever. It just happened.
3. I played field hockey for one year. It did not end well. Something about my "high stick" tendency.
4. When I was in grade 9 I threw bouncy balls at cars from the top of a parkade. And I never got caught.
5. "Reading Rainbow" was my favourite show as a child.
6. In high school I learned that I could hide in the library and people thought I was smart...just because I read books. ha!
7. My hero is Ferris Bueller. He is just so cool.
8. Avocados are my favourite vegetable.
9. I experience middle child symptoms.
10. My nickname in elementary was "Bucky" because of my large, protruding front teeth. Thanks for the braces mom and dad.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Convoluted LIFE
There is something about life that is very odd. Chocolate does not fix existential problems. Sunshine does not drive away sadness. Social work classes do not automatically presume that one is aware of their purpose and meaning in life. And issues occur for which there are not 3 step solutions.
BUT.
Friends and food and tea are delightful encouragements for any malady.
I am uplifted.
This morning we made waffles.
BUT.
Friends and food and tea are delightful encouragements for any malady.
I am uplifted.
This morning we made waffles.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Wind
Blown by God toward Newness
by Walter Brueggemann
The news is that God's wind is blowing
It may be a breeze that
cools and comforts.
It may be a gust that
summons you to notice.
It may be a storm that blows you where you have
never been before.
Whatever the wind is in your life,
pay attention to it...
and the blessing of God,
Father, Son, and Spirit,
will abide with you always.
I am hoping that the wind in my life will blow away the sixty dollars of fines that I have accumulated at the library...
by Walter Brueggemann
The news is that God's wind is blowing
It may be a breeze that
cools and comforts.
It may be a gust that
summons you to notice.
It may be a storm that blows you where you have
never been before.
Whatever the wind is in your life,
pay attention to it...
and the blessing of God,
Father, Son, and Spirit,
will abide with you always.
I am hoping that the wind in my life will blow away the sixty dollars of fines that I have accumulated at the library...
Thursday, January 08, 2009
I have some time off before school starts on Monday and so I am enjoying listening to some nice music...
Check out Rue Royale
I think they are pretty awesome.
And Angus and Julia Stone
I think they are also pretty awesome.
Check out Rue Royale
I think they are pretty awesome.
And Angus and Julia Stone
I think they are also pretty awesome.
Friday, January 02, 2009
Home Again
Christmas is over, and the new year is upon us! For some reason inexplicable joy is abounding in my stomach despite the necessary goodbyes which were uttered 15 minutes ago. I think I am excited to get back into the routine of school and work, despite my reservations about the rather unfortunate classes that are required this semester (blech, group counselling...no more video assignments, PLEASE!) I am also excited about being able to share the utility bills with 7 people rather than 4. YES, that is right...3 more roommates are arriving this weekend to live in our big green house. It is going to be a FULL house. But I still have the personal oasis of my bedroom. I love people. I think it will be good to have more people around.
For Christmas I received several gifts of particular enjoyment. I got an authentic Greek Fisherman's hat, which I wear with the pride of any good Greek boy (apparently they are all the rage for the male youth of Nelson. I plan to start a trend). I also got several sheets of beeswax with which I can make numerous candles. And I got a scarfette (See Etsy for definition) knitted by my sister. And a GREAT book about AIDS orphans in Africa.
I also was given a hand-me-down camera which has limited button functioning, but can still take a picture...so I can put some more pictures on my blog.
And so, despite my personal chagrin about NOT having a delayed flight (I wanted to stay home longer) I am happy to be back in Winnipeg, in dearest ugly house.
My new year's Resolutions:
1. Wear my glasses more
2. Pay the bills on time
3. Do more readings
4. Love
For Christmas I received several gifts of particular enjoyment. I got an authentic Greek Fisherman's hat, which I wear with the pride of any good Greek boy (apparently they are all the rage for the male youth of Nelson. I plan to start a trend). I also got several sheets of beeswax with which I can make numerous candles. And I got a scarfette (See Etsy for definition) knitted by my sister. And a GREAT book about AIDS orphans in Africa.
I also was given a hand-me-down camera which has limited button functioning, but can still take a picture...so I can put some more pictures on my blog.
And so, despite my personal chagrin about NOT having a delayed flight (I wanted to stay home longer) I am happy to be back in Winnipeg, in dearest ugly house.
My new year's Resolutions:
1. Wear my glasses more
2. Pay the bills on time
3. Do more readings
4. Love
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