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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Farewell to a Season

I have had a great summer.  Long afternoons spent lakeside, swimming and chatting with the girls.  Alfresco evenings absorbing the romance of candle light, dark summer night skies and the lingering heat of the day.  Time spent with family, enjoying the hugs, warmth and the comfort of unconditional love.

Ah, has been a wonderful summer.  

In amongst the hustle and bustle of summer I have met more wonderful, special people.  It has indeed been a busy summer.  But as the evening air carries the unmistakable chill of a pending autumn I find as much as I have enjoyed the summer immensely I am also glad it is coming to a close.  Fall to me is about family, friends and love.  

I had a long chat with my best friend last night, and during that call I was lamenting as to the fact that a regular social activity I participated in no longer held the same appeal to me as it had once.  We talked about our desire to be out more in nature and to take in more of the abundant culture this amazing city has to offer.  In her infinite wisdom she also pointed out that perhaps I longing to deepen the bond and quality of my relationships. 

This conversation also took place while I had a horrible flu.  I received calls and texts from friends that offered to being me soup and whatever my heart desired.  My gal pal ready to wrap up her already long work day at my bedside.

So as I bid farewell to a summer laden with wonderful memories and countless friendships, I am also embracing fall.  As much fun as it all was - it is time for a change. 

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Laughter in Learning

Today I enjoyed a wonderful long lazy brunch with a number of friends.  We drank too much coffee, shared stories of our weekend and talked of everything and nothing all at once.  The language we favoured was English although German was also used in an effort to make sure that I finally master this seemingly impossible and daunting task. But what I adore most about these times is the conversation.  Direct translations from other languages make it interesting.  We are hilarious without even trying to be so.  Inevitably we end up in fits of laughter while someone looks confused as to why everyone just found what they said to be so amusing.  It is as close to childlike innocence as an adult can get.  

When you think about it - it is sort of ironic.  We strive to make certain that we are understood, but it was the countless innocent linguistic missteps that made the day so enjoyable that none of us wanted it to end.

So, that is it - I am going to blunder through this language and accept that I shall make countless errors and at times be completely misunderstood.  The laughter and the long forgotten innocence of learning is well worth the effort...

(Serious respect for whomever edited this video.  I don't care of you like Maroon 5 or not, it is worth a quick view.)

Friday, August 23, 2013


My friends and I often discuss the concept of "home".  As time passes, and experiences culminate, so does that idealism of "home".  It becomes more about where you feel that familiar tug and warmth we equate with home.  

Last night, under the glow of a spectacular full moon, a lakeside view I have come to love and laughing until it hurt with some incredibly special people I came to realize that although I no longer know where home is - in that particular moment I knew exactly where I belong...