Don't leave yet! I promise it gets better!
Paragone was a course, the best course, I took in my 3rd year in Visual Arts at University of Western Ontario. Each week, we would compare a great writer and and great artist from the same period and debate which was more powerful. I can't remember my prof's name, but he was the most eccentric, most passionate, most intelligent, free thinking individual I had met up until that point in my life.
I was thinking about this today because I was having so much trouble this weekend expressing in words all that I want to say. You see, this weekend is pretty special; it is both Yom Kippur, the Jewish day of atonement & new beginnings, and the Canadian Thanksgiving, a day when we stuff our families with pie & turkey to show them how thankful we are.
I thought a lot about both of these things and decided that apologizing and praying and saying "thanks" are just words. If I really, really mean what I feel, then I need to show it.
In other words, actions speak louder than words (haven't I heard that somewhere before?).
And, since there are just so many things running through my head that I am sorry for or thankful for or praying for, I guess, for today, so are pictures.
|The three loves of my life.|
|The 1/2 glass of red wine that I have on Friday nights.|
|Chocky's pyjamas & all the memories they evoke.|
|Not just organic raspberries but the patience it took to pick them.|
|The freedom to practice religion and the peace and comfort it brings.|
|I got to do this!|
|My daughter being like me, only better.|
|These legs at 37…thanks, mom.|
|The perfection and wonder of math in nature|
|Perfect moments of Heaven meeting Earth|
|The luck of being born in Canada and the privilege of living here.|
|That there are people out there using technology to return our plant to a better place|
|The beauty of complementary colours|
|The love of reading|
|Goodness exists in children|
|My Mommy, my queen|
|Barbara Kinglover & Dr. Saibil telling me its ok to eat ribs|
|My husband for getting this shot. How is it fair that a lawyer is a better photographer than a Visual Arts graduate?|
|My other Daddy (the one in white)|
|Love when no one's looking|
|What happens when we work together|