I went with a few friends to see A Star Is Born on Tuesday and really enjoyed it. It is a tragic love story that makes you believe in that raw, passionate, in the moment love again. Love is messy! Love is always changing but that’s not what I got from the movie. The message that I took home with me was that having talent is one thing but talent with something to say can change the world.
Now, I completely believe in that, which is why I get so blasé about some of the artwork I produce. I just don’t see the message in it. I’ll put my coffee mug on my illustrations and a witness will say “Do you treat your art like that?” I do. I don’t treat all my art that way. But I don’t see everything as precious. What do I find precious? What do I want my paintings to say? That’s my big question right now. Not that my art is going to change the world, but I believe in art. It’s so interesting the feelings I get when I paint, when I REALLY paint. I get lost in it, which is why I have an alarm on my phone that tells me when to get the kids from school.
What’s my message.
I got home from school drop off and came to my computer, like I do every morning after drop off, and opened Spotify. Looking for something different to listen to, I clicked on the Release Radar mix. The first song I heard was this and I felt it was just the perfect song for this morning.
I’ve been reading a book called Road Ends by Mary Lawson. It’s about a family who lives in northern Ontario, set in the late 1960s, and the struggles they deal with from their past and present. The mother locks herself in her room with her newborn and slowly fades away, completely obliviously to the rest of the family, the father lives a life of regret and fails to step up to his role as father, and the kids, well, the kids are surviving the best they know how. About 15 pages from the end I put the book down and I cleaned up all the toys on the floor I’ve been ignoring, put away all the drawings my kids have 1/2 finished that just sit around the house, I put away clothes on the floor that I pretend aren’t there and threw out a banana peel from under the coffee table that looked like I caught it just in time. Life can get away from you. I get it but I don’t want that. I want to step up. My kids deserve to be kids and I should be there to support them and show them how to love even when things aren’t going our way. Gosh, books, I love them. I love music, too. Now it’s time to draw!
Posted in Children and Babies, Fernie BC, Fernie Mom, Music Break, The Arts, What I've Been Reading
Tagged Family, Interpol, Mary Lawson, reading, Road Ends, Spotify
I’m trying to get out of the house and my kids just mess around and mess around. I gave up. I threw my mittens on the floor, flung my toque away and put my coat on the ground and then walked downstairs…not calmly. Now I’m writing this post, so you have my kids to thank for this one! Perhaps Million Dollar Loan can calm me down, although I think, if only the kids will get ready, a walk in the woods would be a very good idea right now.
We’re living with a family of four for a week and I’m already thinking about communal living again. I believe I mentioned it after our multi-family trip to Costa Rica, about how great the idea is, in theory. Or, perhaps, I didn’t mention it but just thought about it. Either way, I love the idea of sharing a space with another family. It feels easier, although I know there would be kinks to iron out. Such as, will people be bitter about their roles in the household? How would chores be divided? How much of the space is shared and what space is your own? What if a family wanted to move? Who replaces them? Would friendships be ruined? Would couples be afraid to fight? Would we judge each other for our imperfections?
I’ve been thinking about it.
It seems to complicated when I start thinking about it.
So I keep thinking about it.
School’s back and that means I’m back. Back to running, weekly schedules, getting organized, working hard and deeply breathing. The first week was a big transition for everyone. In the summer we were used to waking up whenever we felt like it, having fun outside all day and staying up late.
And we love summer.
I also love school time. It’s nice to mix it up a bit, like having seasons. And even though the kids are in school, we are still finding time to go for little hikes or bike rides in the evenings. Life is still good and fun! We’re just a little more scheduled.
Twelve years after my first time in Fernie, just under 10 years living here, I finally made it to Matheson Falls. I wonder how many other people have lived here and not made the short 20 minute journey up the river to this amazing spot. The water is frigid, which is perfect on a hot day like today, and the climb is rocky but you feel like you’re in another world.
The best part was watching the five kids, ages 3 to 6, having a blast on their way up to the falls. Not one of them complained for a second…okay, other than that one moment when someone had to go to the washroom and they didn’t want to do it in the forest. It was a cool afternoon spent on the mountain with friends, going on a little kid friendly adventure. It will be something we do every summer from now on.
It’s the number one spot to swim on this website: www.kootenayrockies.com
And a facebook page with people’s photos of Matheson Falls: www.facebook.com
A year ago I was having a little dinner party with friends, a nice multi-family summer bbq type event, when I got stung by a wasp on the palm of my hand. It hurt so much, I believe I screamed. Immediately someone rushed over and said, “Put some lemon juice on it.” So I sliced a lemon, rubbed it on my pounding flesh and I was instantly relieved. I barely even noticed it was there and quickly forgot it even happened. I was thinking to myself, “How did I not know this trick? I’ve been stung many times and just dealt with the pain and swelling with ice. When I was in my early twenties I was stung in a cafe downtown Toronto, just flipping through a magazine, and all I could do was put my ice cold beverage again my finger and put on a happy face…for hours.”
Now, just the other day, my son locks himself in the truck because a wasp stung his finger and I went right inside house, sliced up a lemon and gave it to him to rub on his wound. He reluctantly did so but when he did, he immediately stopped crying.
I felt like a hero. I stayed calm, got the lemon, relieved my son of pain. It felt good. I’d like to do the same for you. If you don’t already know this, keep lemons in the house in the summertime because you never know when a bee is going to be hidden under a washcloth.
Perhaps, you have your own home remedy, for bees or anything else using household items. I love this stuff! I want to hear it.