A few weeks ago, I shared with the world (or at least those who read this blog) the trials and tribulations of my relationship with couches. Today, I witnessed one of the very phenomena about which I wrote, the instant transformation into adulthood brought on by the first-time purchase of a brand new sofa. Continue reading
Month: December 2010
Jew-tide Greetings
Say what you will, but I don’t celebrate Christmas. Never have, never will. Not that I have anything against it – quite the contrary. I love Christmas. It’s just not my holiday to celebrate. Continue reading
The Darkest It Gets
Sometimes a season can go on and on. Here it is, the winter solstice, and my summer is just coming to an end. Part of me doesn’t want it to end (who ever wants summer to end?), but I’m ready for a new season. The darkness is beautiful and rich, and out of it comes growth.
I didn’t stay up last night for the lunar eclipse – honestly, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I would have loved it, I’m sure, but tonight did the trick for me – a community celebration in a community I love.
Earlier this evening, I joined some new friends (oh, how I love new friends!) for the Winter Solstice Lantern Festival. We gathered at Leg-in-Boot Square on the seawall of Southeast False Creek a few minutes before 6:00, and were joined by a gaggle of parents with strollers and foreign exchange students and curious passersby. And of course, there were drums – what would a solstice event be without drums?
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Thanks Giving (continued)
Over Thanksgiving weekend in October, and again over Thanksgiving weekend in November, I counted my blessings (including the fact that I celebrate Thanksgiving twice). Let me tell you, it made me feel good. So good, in fact, that I want to do it again. I need to do it again. And again. And again. Continue reading
Aspire to Inspire
Last night, in the final installment of my Art of Blogging course, our instructor Linda asked us to think about the essence of our blogs. Is the focus of One Eyed Queen clear to me yet? Or is it true, as the Spanish poet Antonio Machado wrote, that there are no roads, that the way becomes manifest upon walking? Continue reading
One Eyed Queen 