saturday

Almost didn't make it outside today. Had big plans but then the hours slipped by, the couch was snuggled into, books read, and chores left undone when an unexpected nap took over. Before I knew it it was dinnertime. Through it all, the sun streamed through the window not to be ignored and, again, before I knew it I was outside on my bike headed down to the Lakeshore.

The more I rode the less I wanted to stop. The Lakeshore took me to the grounds of the Canadian National Exhibition which took me to the TFC stadium vibrating with excitement as we won the game. I sat outside absorbing it all and realized that I don't need to go to sports games but sit outside and absorb the energy that busts out of the place? Oh yes.

I left the TFC stadium to join the car-filled, bike-hating streets, window shop along Queen West, wander through Trinity Bellwoods Park and eventually I found myself on the patio of Fresh where I had a great, big, cold glass of apple/carrot/beetroot juice before slowly making my way home taking the long route through High Park.

Amazing what kind of adventures take hold if you just give them the opportunity.

looooong weekends

taking the 'Philosophers Walk' shortcut

another photo for my "waiting for james" series

Riding my bike downtown + relaxing on patio in the evening sun after a winter trapped inside = so much happiness. This is a good place to be.

airport waiting

easter

moving, moving, moving

Was just thinking about it, I travelled a lot last year:

US

Croatia

Cuba

UK

Finland

India


I'm forgetting somewhere, it's driving me crazy. Already miss India, have been missing it for months and months and months. Chicago next week, maybe it will suffice?

ok. i admit it.

The energy and constant vigilance needed every single second of every single day to keep being ok is exhausting.

And I'm so tired.

kensington market

Good Friday comes with memories attached. Today was a great day anyhow.

labyrinth

not a morning passes

I'm up at 5am each morning and out of the house by 5.30 to head to the yoga studio. As I drive I pass clusters of people huddled in the dark, shoulders turned in against the cold, waiting at bus stops for our crappy transit system to take them where they need to go.

Not a morning passes that I don't look at them and wonder what kind of job they're going to, how far they're going, and how many hours the commute by bus adds to their day. Not a morning passes that I don't think of the fact that I did nothing to earn the car that I'm driving, it was given to me. Not a morning passes that I don't think of my cushy job obtained, in part, by an education I didn't have to pay for.

Not a morning passes that I don't think of how it's just a blip of fate that I'm not the one waiting for a bus in the freezing cold at 5.30am and thank my lucky stars at how very, very lucky I am.

all of it?

I've been walking by this store for over ten years, I used to live right around the corner from it, to this day I have *no* idea what they do. You might think that the sewing machines would give it away but no, they're just part of a mad mix of machines and tools gathered together in one great big jumble of "stuff".

Whatever it is they do, at least we know it's done on the premises...

evolution of a cry

two friends

My anchor, my rock, my soul-sister-friend. I'd be lost without her...

walls