Wednesday, January 26, 2011

No Words Required

The disguise



Reality

















Love my boy!


Saturday, January 8, 2011

ghosts in the basement

I was waist deep into rubbermaid chaos in the (soon to be spectacularly tidy) storage room tonight when I stumbles upon 2 boxes of my old things that I had tucked away in the corner.

There was my old Brownie uniform, baby shoes, plaques and awards.....and all of my old journals.

I can very clearly remember the first time I ever wrote in one of those hard backed books. I don't think they even sell them anymore but each one was the same; different coloured covers, small, full of just the right number of lined pages. I would tremble with excitement when starting a new one, starry-eyed thinking of what events and magics the pages would eventually contain (it always ended up being poorly spelled, over dramatised dribble...but I was a dreamer).

I remember the rustle of the fall leaves and the smell of the yard fire that my Dad was tending nearby. It was one of those crisp days, falling into early dark, where the air seems to fill your lungs with energy and imagination. I was thirteen years old and had just read Emily of New Moon by L.M. Montgomery. Inspired by her story I decided to try my hand at keeping a journal. I fell in love with it that night. With wrestling thoughts and emotions into words and recording them. With trying to grasp that thing that always seems to be just out of reach, like a strand of music that is just to far away to be heard.

My Book of Thoughts, as I called each one, was the only ear that every heard many of my childhood and adolescent thoughts. In a home that was filled with explosive emotion and drama, where feeling were often used as weapons, it was my safe place to express all the things that I had to keep inside myself the rest of the time. Life's dramas and gossip I kept in the real world, my books were places for thoughts, faith and really, really bad poetry (really bad).

There are 13 books in that box, spanning 12 years of my life. I stopped keeping a journal shortly after Caley was born. Just one of the pieces of myself that was lost when I morphed into the creature called "Mom".

I tried to read some of them tonight, opening to random places and years. A moment waiting for my parents to come back from Russia, telling Eli I couldn't marry him, thanking God for finding Eli, hiking trips and mountains climbed, telling Brad I loved him, the deep loneliness of living in Edmonton, the day my Nana died, sneaking back into the room after everyone had left and kissing her goodbye....so many memories.

I am surprised by how raw I am feeling now. There is so much pain, hope, joy, despair and grief on those pages. I had to put the lid back on the box.





The second box contained the few things of my paternal grandmothers that I was able to salvage after the crawlspace in our last house flooded. A few letters of encouragement she had written me (why, oh why didn't I write her more often?), her favorite picture of me hanging from a tree, cards and crafts she lovingly saved despite their very hideousness. The crafts are wrapped in old linen from her house. I honestly don't remember what she ever used the little scraps of fabric for. Wonderful little scraps of white, they still, after all this time, moves and floods, they still smell like her. They smell like the most wonderful, eccentric, strong woman in the world. I breathed it in deep, and it smelled like love.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

I can finally cross off "kiss a boy"

Making New Years Resolutions always reminds me of when I was 16, spending New Years Eve with my best friend Serina. Writing with purple jell pens all our impossible dreams for the coming year. Giggling over the ones like "kiss a boy" or "get cutie to notice me".

For the past couple of years I haven't made any resolutions. Mostly because once I get thinking of things that I would like to change about myself it becomes impossible to stop. And really, who wants to start the New Year all depressed and inadequate feeling?

This year though, I'm going to pick up my jell pens again, well, keyboard anyways. Lately I've been feeling as though I've gone a bit off track in some areas of life. Like I'm driving on the gravel shoulder of the road, instead of the middle of the lane. It's hard to keep from veering off course when you're not on the pavement.

So here goes, ahem:

1. Limit computer time to 1 hour per day.
There was a time when I only opened my laptop every few days and then was done in 20 minutes. Now I plop my tired behind down as soon as the kids go to bed and look up to find it's midnight and nothing has been accomplished.

2. Go to bed earlier. By 11pm at least.
Not a problem if I stay off the computer at night. Hopefully this will equate to getting up earlier too but I am unwilling to go to the level of commitment of resolving to drag my ass out of bed before 8am.

3. Loose the 10 pounds I've gained since October.
I'm not too worked up about this but it sure would be nice for my clothes to all fit again. I'm getting a tad tired of yoga pants everyday.

4. Seriously purge the house.
I hate clutter in the house and nothing lingers long if it's not being used. But I need to go through all of the storage bins, decided what kid's stuff we are keeping and get rid of the rest!

5. Finish all the small home reno projects I've started.
'nuff said.

6. Get the kids outside more.
With the months of endless rain I've been taking the easy road and staying inside with them but they are outside kids! They both love to be outside and I'm feeling guilty about trying to convince them that they don't want to go out and then going out myself as soon as Matthew is napping.

7. No picking of biting!
Embarrassing as it is to admit, I have a bad habit of picking my face and biting my nails. I've gotten a bit better about the nails...but it needs to stop. Sigh...I think this has been on every resolution list I've ever written.

8. Start scrapbooking again.

9. Talk more about faith issues with Caley.
Recent events have revealed to me that our "show by example" model is not having the desired results.

10. Live in the moment.
Our lives are just compilations of all the little moments. I haven't been making the most of the moments and I've been feeling and see the result; a general blah-ness about life.