I am trying to make a decision between 2 purchases. A used car, or a nice shiney new Mac. They would both be lovely in their different ways. I would feel so independant buying my own car, and it would be so good to travel back and forth from Tofino...plus just the general freedom that comes with it appeals. But once I buy it, the costs don't end there. Whereas a MAC...one solid, needed purchase, which would nourish so many creative goals I have. The only cost that comes with THAT is internet, and that's ok.
Also we could stand to have a new mattress..as well as maybe an actual BED, but that one might be possible to get as well as one of the others. So, that's where I stand...I think maybe I'll get the Mac!
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
a 'fub is a good 'fub
I want to buy up everything in my store right now, but I'm being good. One cannot be excessive. It's just that we got in all this new stuff...and it's summery stuff, and today is so bright and sunshiney and I just want to buy up all the summer things! "hmm, this would look/feel great on the beach", I invariably think as I pull out a dress, a shirt, a skirt. It's probably a good thing I have tomorrow off. One more day in here in a row and I'd snap, most likely.
From my bedroom window I see a corner of the house next door, and then forest behind. And today when I opened my eyes, the sun was in it's full glorious phase of rising and the light was so warm - it coloured the bark of the trees red! Waking up to see sun sparkling through an emerald forest is a sure-fire way to start off your day in a dapper mood. Especially if, in the name of Sunday, you go out for a leisurely breakfast, which is what me and Shawn did. We were up later than usual last night playing cards at a friend's house (it's becoming a saturday night tradition) and so this morning we didn't feel like making breakfast. Well, it's me that almost always makes breakfast (I'm the 'morning princess' as shawn calls me, I'm invariably the first out of bed and pretty much jumping around as soon as I get up). Plus, every Sunday the Weigh West restaurant, which is right on the water, has been having a $6 benny omelet deal. Frickin' cheap deliciousness.
It's my FRIDAY it's my FRIDAY it's my FRIDAY!! Hooray Hooray Hooray!
From my bedroom window I see a corner of the house next door, and then forest behind. And today when I opened my eyes, the sun was in it's full glorious phase of rising and the light was so warm - it coloured the bark of the trees red! Waking up to see sun sparkling through an emerald forest is a sure-fire way to start off your day in a dapper mood. Especially if, in the name of Sunday, you go out for a leisurely breakfast, which is what me and Shawn did. We were up later than usual last night playing cards at a friend's house (it's becoming a saturday night tradition) and so this morning we didn't feel like making breakfast. Well, it's me that almost always makes breakfast (I'm the 'morning princess' as shawn calls me, I'm invariably the first out of bed and pretty much jumping around as soon as I get up). Plus, every Sunday the Weigh West restaurant, which is right on the water, has been having a $6 benny omelet deal. Frickin' cheap deliciousness.
It's my FRIDAY it's my FRIDAY it's my FRIDAY!! Hooray Hooray Hooray!
Saturday, February 25, 2012
words: the bone of thought
my title is a quote from someone, not sure who, that I really love. Genius! The bone of thought! I do love words. My vocabulary is a source of joy to me. I was thinking about how profoundly grateful I am that I was taught to read and write at such an early age...and so the written word in all it's varieties has grown with me, as an extension of myself. It is such an empowering skill in so many ways.
The other day me and Shawn took a trip into town together specifically to buy supplies that nourished my writing. I checked for notebooks and pens at the Pharmacy. They had some super simple varieties of notebooks...I passed them by and bought two packs of fresh pens. I wanted a special notebook. The only other place to check for notebooks in town was Mermaid Tales bookstore, but there was a sign on the door when we got there saying they were closed and would be back in 20 minutes. At this, impatient Shawn (a trait I understand well) just wanted to go home, but I suggested we go next door and enjoy a chai latte at Tuff Beans and wait. I was determined to get my writing supplies. I have endured too many years without a journal. Plus I wanted a special notebook to start off my book-writing.
Anyways, it was worth the wait of course. Mermaid Tales is a beeeautiful book shop. The kind of book shop where you want to buy the entire store. I found a little pink journal with a bird silhouette on a branch, and a gorgeous notebook with a Persian-designed hard cover...I can't describe it, but it's bronzy with sapphire blue touches. After the necessary purchases had been decided upon, I couldn't help but look around at the rest of the shop. I was immediately drawn to a large hardcover illustrated book of Faeries! It looked a lot like the faery flower book that I used to LOVE as a kid, only huge and hardcover, and the illustrations are AMAZING. It's no happy little faery book, there's a definite dark side to it. It's filled with legends and stories and information collected from places around Britain about faeries. I don't know what it is about those mystical magical type things that just draw me in...but they do! As soon as I saw that book, I knew I was buying it - it was pretty much instantaneous. And then as I was waiting to buy all that, I happened to glance at the display book beside the 'till. 'Becoming Animal' by David Abram. The owner of the shop saw me looking at it.
"I'll give that to you for the soft cover price," he offered. I took it. There is a definite danger of me shopping in a spontaneous mood and a purse full of cash.
But I got the book because it spoke to me, and it's a beautiful book. It speaks of connecting to the earth, which is something I'm all about. And it's written poetically.
Shawn bought a really awesome Yoga anatomy book written by a physician...I forget his name...who is one of those awesome enlightened medical practitioners who embrace healing as a whole, not just the mainstream scientific style. It teaches Yoga using the right side of the brain. Shawn's become really impassioned about Yoga since buying the book, and stretching every day. He might even teach some Yoga classes...which I find super super sexy to picture. I love seeing him become passionate about something. I mean, other than surfing that is.
As it turned out, going to the bookshop was what reminded us about the community meeting about Catface Mtn and what's going on there, which was the next night. And that was really good, because we almost certainly would have forgotten otherwise, and it felt so good to go to it and participate and become informed about issues I care about. If anyone wants to find out more about Catface and the copper mine they're proposing, there's a facebook group called No Copper Mine on Catface or something like that.
The other day me and Shawn took a trip into town together specifically to buy supplies that nourished my writing. I checked for notebooks and pens at the Pharmacy. They had some super simple varieties of notebooks...I passed them by and bought two packs of fresh pens. I wanted a special notebook. The only other place to check for notebooks in town was Mermaid Tales bookstore, but there was a sign on the door when we got there saying they were closed and would be back in 20 minutes. At this, impatient Shawn (a trait I understand well) just wanted to go home, but I suggested we go next door and enjoy a chai latte at Tuff Beans and wait. I was determined to get my writing supplies. I have endured too many years without a journal. Plus I wanted a special notebook to start off my book-writing.
Anyways, it was worth the wait of course. Mermaid Tales is a beeeautiful book shop. The kind of book shop where you want to buy the entire store. I found a little pink journal with a bird silhouette on a branch, and a gorgeous notebook with a Persian-designed hard cover...I can't describe it, but it's bronzy with sapphire blue touches. After the necessary purchases had been decided upon, I couldn't help but look around at the rest of the shop. I was immediately drawn to a large hardcover illustrated book of Faeries! It looked a lot like the faery flower book that I used to LOVE as a kid, only huge and hardcover, and the illustrations are AMAZING. It's no happy little faery book, there's a definite dark side to it. It's filled with legends and stories and information collected from places around Britain about faeries. I don't know what it is about those mystical magical type things that just draw me in...but they do! As soon as I saw that book, I knew I was buying it - it was pretty much instantaneous. And then as I was waiting to buy all that, I happened to glance at the display book beside the 'till. 'Becoming Animal' by David Abram. The owner of the shop saw me looking at it.
"I'll give that to you for the soft cover price," he offered. I took it. There is a definite danger of me shopping in a spontaneous mood and a purse full of cash.
But I got the book because it spoke to me, and it's a beautiful book. It speaks of connecting to the earth, which is something I'm all about. And it's written poetically.
Shawn bought a really awesome Yoga anatomy book written by a physician...I forget his name...who is one of those awesome enlightened medical practitioners who embrace healing as a whole, not just the mainstream scientific style. It teaches Yoga using the right side of the brain. Shawn's become really impassioned about Yoga since buying the book, and stretching every day. He might even teach some Yoga classes...which I find super super sexy to picture. I love seeing him become passionate about something. I mean, other than surfing that is.
As it turned out, going to the bookshop was what reminded us about the community meeting about Catface Mtn and what's going on there, which was the next night. And that was really good, because we almost certainly would have forgotten otherwise, and it felt so good to go to it and participate and become informed about issues I care about. If anyone wants to find out more about Catface and the copper mine they're proposing, there's a facebook group called No Copper Mine on Catface or something like that.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
floating licks of fire
The sleeves of my shirt are just that: gossamer floating licks of fire. I feel as if I have floaty wings around my arms. I LIKE it!
I've been having dreams where I'm uncomfortably and accidentally exposing my secretest parts, and I realized that it's because of all my blog posts....the way I'm writing and the things I'm writing about, apparently, should not be so freely flashed about! Maybe what I'll do is write a book about it all...I've been thinking. Those times at night when I can't sleep and it feels as though I'm on the receiving end of this crazy stream of wisdom/information, I automatically shape my thoughts so that they're in book form. I write books in my head. Quite, often, actually. And....well, I've been reading and seeing and hearing from so many places that one should be immersing one's self in activities that are joyous, and that's the way to make money too. And, when I think about it honestly, one of the activities that I lose myself in like no other is writing!! So I have re-dreamt a dream recently: I want to write a book! I am going to be a published author. This book I'm reading reminds me to think 'what small action have I done today that nourishes my dreams..?' And with that thought, I have been taking action!
I mean, writing a WHOLE BOOK that is publishable seems a bit overwhelming to me. But just taking one small nourishing action a day - THAT I can do. What I've been doing for that is inspired from way back before I could even write! The first journals that Bethany and I kept. Mom would have us draw a picture, and then we'd make up a story for that picture and she would faithfully write down word-for-word what we said. You could also note that us women-folk have started that style up again with the story-picture trading thing we get together and do. You see, it's just a great way to get the creative juices flowing, is what I thought, and to exercise my story-making imagination. And it's fun! That's what is most important. If I'm not having fun, I will never finish a thing. And hasn't anyone else noticed that things most often stop being fun when you're looking at it from the view of completing a huge project all at once? When you forget that you are 'trying to finish' something and you are just enjoying it in the moment ..that is what I am wanting to achieve in all my projects.
I've been having dreams where I'm uncomfortably and accidentally exposing my secretest parts, and I realized that it's because of all my blog posts....the way I'm writing and the things I'm writing about, apparently, should not be so freely flashed about! Maybe what I'll do is write a book about it all...I've been thinking. Those times at night when I can't sleep and it feels as though I'm on the receiving end of this crazy stream of wisdom/information, I automatically shape my thoughts so that they're in book form. I write books in my head. Quite, often, actually. And....well, I've been reading and seeing and hearing from so many places that one should be immersing one's self in activities that are joyous, and that's the way to make money too. And, when I think about it honestly, one of the activities that I lose myself in like no other is writing!! So I have re-dreamt a dream recently: I want to write a book! I am going to be a published author. This book I'm reading reminds me to think 'what small action have I done today that nourishes my dreams..?' And with that thought, I have been taking action!
I mean, writing a WHOLE BOOK that is publishable seems a bit overwhelming to me. But just taking one small nourishing action a day - THAT I can do. What I've been doing for that is inspired from way back before I could even write! The first journals that Bethany and I kept. Mom would have us draw a picture, and then we'd make up a story for that picture and she would faithfully write down word-for-word what we said. You could also note that us women-folk have started that style up again with the story-picture trading thing we get together and do. You see, it's just a great way to get the creative juices flowing, is what I thought, and to exercise my story-making imagination. And it's fun! That's what is most important. If I'm not having fun, I will never finish a thing. And hasn't anyone else noticed that things most often stop being fun when you're looking at it from the view of completing a huge project all at once? When you forget that you are 'trying to finish' something and you are just enjoying it in the moment ..that is what I am wanting to achieve in all my projects.
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