Thank you so much, Cassie! It hasn't looked much like spring from where I write in Toronto, but I'm seeing cherry blossoms today!
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Posted by Maria at 9:00 AM
I couldn't let this beautiful month slip by without acknowledging something so very close to my heart -- Poetry! I was reminded this week, in a post celebrating the wisdom of Dr. Maya Angelou (and in honour of her 85th birthday on April 4th):
“You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. Don’t make money your goal. Instead pursue the things you love doing and then do them so well that people can’t take their eyes off of you.”
Okay, look at me! Or rather, look at this, folks. I will devote as much space as possible this month to poetry, whether original poems written by yours truly, or commentary on some of my favourite poems. Here's one from the latter category:
"Dance Me to the End of Love" by Leonard Cohen. This, of course, is a well known song, but with Cohen, there has always been, for me, a blurring of distinctions. Whenever I take up my copy of Stranger Music: Selected Poems and Songs it seems to open up on its own to page 337 and the haunting lyrics:
Dance me to the children
who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains
that our kisses have outworn...
This was a poem/song that I quoted to my husband in my wedding speech to him over ten years ago. And now we have those children. I imagine that it will stay with me for life. Or at least until the end of love.
|Cinnamon the Bunny|
Did I just write that heading? I cannot believe this little ol' blog of mine has been around that long. I know the frequency of my posts has dwindled over the past year or so, but I am proud of the fact that I haven't packed it in entirely. With the New Year (here we go, bear with me) I am trying to do the things that make me feel more connected to the writing life: reading printed books, bringing more music into my home, and setting aside quiet writing time, of course.
In the mean time, there's this place, where I get to ramble on. Thanks for reading.
Our family tradition is to get together and celebrate on Christmas Eve. While we don't make any of the kids wait up until midnight to open their gifts, it was a late evening nonetheless. On the car ride home, the Bambina was bright-eyed and calculating how many hours it would be until she could actually build her Lego Space Shuttle and activate her Club Penguin membership. Her brother was uncharacteristically silent, asleep and clutching his little motorized Thomas train. One could even say he had a death grip on that train since I couldn't pry it out of his hand until he was asleep for a few hours in his bed.
So today has been full of play and great leftovers. And looking at photos of my gorgeous family, many of those photos taken by my nephew who, overnight, seems to have transformed from a wild toddler in a Santa suit to a cheerful dude wielding an iPhone. Earlier, as I washed a giant pot in my mother's sink, my sister-in-law reminded me how it goes so fast. Try as we might, we can't stop that train, but we can certainly enjoy the view.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
Ottawa, While Eating Gelato
I knew you before
there was Starbucks
before we had Siri
to tell us where to go
before gluten-free pasta
could be found
at every ristorante
in The Market
before the huge
Shopper's Drug Mart
on Rideau Street
right across from
the crumbling Bytowne theatre
where they're showing
To Rome with Love.
I knew you before
this big SUV
parked behind all
the other big SUVs
on Murray Street.
You haven't changed a bit.
The Bambino celebrated his second birthday recently, and this time around, he got to enjoy TWO birthday cakes. I know that's not such a big deal to some, but if you'd read last year's post about The Big One, you'd know that all he got that time around was Cheerios! Now that we know for sure he's okay with dairy, he's all over the ice cream! So I made him two ice cream cakes this year, one tiny practice one on the actual day, and one larger one for the family when we all got together. Of course my uber-talented sister "surprised" me with an elegant and delicious chocolate cake to mark the day I will forever share with my little guy. Most of the family went for that one, since it contained some actual "cake."
Almost two weeks after the fact, he's still reminiscing about those (non-allergenic) cakes, as in, "Have fun, ice cream cake." Although I will use whipped cream next time (instead of buttercream) and my decorating skills are rusty (those strawberries on top were my secret weapon) he stuck his hands right into the frozen cake and began licking his fingers -- the classic iPhone moment. His sister, also a fan of the ice cream, dug in, too. My kids haven't even seen or read The Accidental Tourist (remember Julian eating Rose's undercooked turkey and not getting sick?)