repeats.

“Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow.”- Mary Anne Radmacher

breathless.

beginning.

There's a little house just off of the Danforth in Toronto. It's tall and skinny, and there's the same fence up that was built twenty years ago by a special man on a cold October afternoon. Around the corner is an elementary school, the shouts of children being heard blocks away.

I've written about this before, but it still does not ceed to fascinate me what my life could have been like here. I would have lived around the corner and gone to that school, grown up with a small backyard, and played in jungle of the city. Instead, I moved to California, then British Columbia (both which introduced me to the most amazing people and experiences growing up - first friends, first job, first love), and yet I'm really back where I started.

It's amazing to think had some fellow BCer's I met in Toronto might never come into the picture if (as many of us have discussed) we had taken scholarships to other universities/post-secondary institutions. Would we have met there? Would this have been the same kind of friendship?

Sometimes I wonder how different my life would have been. But right now, I'm letting the breeze blow me in any direction and see what happens. Things are good and happy - and I know that I can pack up my entire life into eight boxes, two suitcases and push along one chair and move anywhere in the world.

I'm so touched by the friends that I've met everywhere I've been and wish I could be home to spend Christmas with them this year. You know who you are and have such a special place in my heart. I'll be back soon.

stay.

My heart completely melts every time I hear this song.

frenchie.

L'amour est comme un sablier, avec le coeur de remplissage comme le cerveau emptie.







“Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties” - Jules Renard (1864-1910)

typical.

float.

thought.

I met quite a lovely person today.

During a collaboration with my friend in radio and television arts, I got to interview a Toronto Transit Commission bus driver. While waiting after our segment for further directions for the piece, I asked what are the best nights to be working, just for kicks. He said New Year's Eve.

The TTC stays open until 4 a.m. on New Year's for everyone to have access home each year. This past one, he was working and his girlfriend went on his bus to keep him company. Close to midnight, the bus got stuck in major gridlock near Nathan Phillip's Square, and he let everyone get off and go enjoy the festivities. He was then able to park the bus and go watch the fireworks. After the countdown, traffic cleared and he continued his shift.

This is so simple. So special. I love that he just parked a huge bus and took the time with a loved one to enjoy a moment in this busy city. The TTC fare hike is making people aggrevated and rude, but remember that your driver workers are people as well. They have a life, a family and activities - and they make sure you get home safe every night.

Just a thought. :)

lens.

Steven Klein Photography.

perform.

grin.

“Who is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others, and in their pleasure takes joy, even as though t'were his own." - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

pages.

Oh my. Once again, I have been sucked into (pun intended) the Twilight fan-phase with newest movie coming out. I will admit that I read all the books in about two months but didn't like the adaptation of New Moon into a movie as much. We all have our own little imaginary worlds when we read, and thus our interpretations are different. However, I am jumping on the Team Jacob/Taylor Lautner bandwagon - he's gorgeous, and I'm obsessed with the fact that this movie was filmed prominently in my home province (British Columbia) and will let myself imagine Taylor running around as a werewolf just in the woods of my backyard. Lovely, just lovely.

There is so much critique about the films and book content, especially being badly written, but this is a sheer brilliance here. Author Stephanie Meyer has created an empire by making this story accessible to read, as there's nothing to figure out on the surface. But, if you read between the lines there is a whole other story going on within the text, and that can just be your extra treat. It's like my other favourite concept, about simplifying things to make them better and be successful (and to this day, I still believe that Pamela Anderson is a genius - she made a career on two fake boobs and acting like a ditz, and we still love her).

So let yourself go and fall into the fantasy world of the stories, and if you don't like it, don't read it or bash those who do. It's a good sign to writers out there, that there is still a passion for stories (how good or bad they are is an opinion "to every their own") and that people are still READING. Fifty years ago, it was thought that books and poetry would die out, but the Twilight phenomenon, along with the Harry Potter books and other smaller series, hopefully is showing that reading will always be here.

Still go see the movie because Lautner is a babe. End of Story.

iconography.