Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Monday, February 19, 2007

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Variations on the Word Sleep




I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
-- Margaret Atwood

Happy Valentine's Day and may all your prayers to the mountain Gods be answered

Monday, February 12, 2007

e.e. cummings


i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear
no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Friday, February 9, 2007

Thursday, February 8, 2007

Poem for today

If You Forget Me
by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots
will set off to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Go Habs, Go Old Moms!

To quote Les Têtes à Claques, "Tonite is de nite, Johnny-boy!"
The Old Moms are willing to step up their game, work hard in the corners, pay the price, move their feet, finish their checks and just be glad to help the team any way they can-- but the Habs will have to follow suit.

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Let's not barf

After Joseph told me those shots of my thumb constitute a cool, yet disgusting greeting to my Blog, I have placed something more pleasant at the top of the page: Me and Bie sitting on the Habs' bench at the Bell Center. Now Guy, try us on the 4th line, you won't regret it.

my severed thumb!



This is what my thumb looked like after being stitched back together. The artery and nerves have been cut, so it's going to be wonky forever, according to the nice Irish hand Dr I saw. I like the way you can see little bits of meat sticking out from between the stitches. I still cannot use my thumb properly, and it is numb forever.
I will not stab lettude heads with a new knife ever again.

My main men







Old Lady Hockey


Thursday nights is Old Lady Hockey for me...hard work, and actually a lot of fun. The past few weeks, I have had a couple of "breakthrough" moments of finally being able to feel reckless enough on my skates to actually do some fancier footwork. For about 20 minutes last week, I practised racing with the puck-stop-change-directions-stop-repeat...over and over. Keeping the puck, leaping into a quick crossover start (which none of the women seem to do), stopping dead on with the puck...I was sweating, but finally got faster.
I wear Jos' gear from when he was 11 yrs old. Tomorrow, I need to get my skates sharpened before heading out to the rink. I am also thinking of getting an "Under Armor" skullcap to keep my hair out of my eyes. I tried Joseph's and it felt great to be able to see!

Tuesday, February 6, 2007


My son took this picture. It is one of my favourites because I am truly smiling.



Me.

This picture was taken in Tokyo, dec. 2006. If you remember the Miyazaki movie "Spirited Away," this very spot was the inspiration for the haunted village...and this--this! is where Chihiro's parents turn into pigs.

This, obviously, is the before picture.