I like headings. They keep my thoughts clear:
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.
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.
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."
"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.
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?"
I love Tim Tams. No mom, that is not a boy, it is edible poetry.