Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
As I go through the blogs of yore I find stories that I'm glad I wrote. They dial me into the moment like a tuner on a radio, giving me clarity to memories I thought I left behind. Below is one of those memories. What was going on On Saturday Dave and I were in... Continue Reading →
Mr. Robertson, my high school art teacher would give me between a 70 to 80 on my assignments---always. Occasionally I’d get a 68 (ouch) and sometimes I’d get an 85 (yay) but generally I sat squarely in those mid-marks. Those were my best grades in high school, Art and English (and occasionally Social Studies). Every... Continue Reading →
I hate to sound like a cliché but I served tables while in art school. Between customers I would work on my art history class at the staff table. I would leave my notebook open while I worked. The regulars, who were on a first name basis, would sometimes sit at the staff table. If... Continue Reading →
Restlessness seeped in. My hips and legs ached and my head was full. In what seemed like a counterintuitive decision (sore legs and more walking) I put on my runners and a warm jacket which was sadly still required---and headed outside. I hoped that outside would loosen my limbs and shake the cerebral dust. Just... Continue Reading →
The Dalai Lama says, in his book How to Practice The Way to a Meaningful Life: Analyze. Think, think, think. When you do, you will recognize that our ordinary way of life is almost meaningless. Do not be discouraged. It would be very foolish to give up now. On those occasions when you feel most... Continue Reading →
I love goals. I love goal lists. And, I especially love checking things off my lists. It's so satisfying. I have journals stacked up in my home from years ago and occasionally I come across an old to do list. I'm so tickled to see that parts of my someday lists have been completed. I... Continue Reading →
Nothing good is easy.Shonda Rhimes, Year of Yes Reminder #1: the mountains Canada Day 2016, I wanted to get to the Ink Pots at Johnston Canyon. Despite my super relaxed photo below, it was a ton of work. I was sweaty, hot and tired. Why did I do it? Because it seems these journeys are... Continue Reading →
When I was in Grade One, our teacher, Mrs. Lawrence, would put a piece of paper that was super big (probably only 11x17 but it felt gigantic) on each desk and then she would go around the class with a permanent marker and make a line or a squiggle on everyone's page. From that single... Continue Reading →
David Gane brings so many things to the table that I do not. David and I had a collaborative blog a while back. It was the Counios and Gane blog. Then Dave streamlined our website and we created a newsletter and have a Shopify store for our books here. Somewhere in there, the blog was... Continue Reading →
It's been one year since I began officially blogging on my own. Serendipity In a separate post I will be talking about how Dave managed to get all my old posts back into my sticky little digital fingers and it seems so fitting that it is on the anniversary of this WordPress blog. It's been... Continue Reading →
