The Goo Inside

there's a madness to our madness

2008-11-10T05:41:00.000-08:00

Spring thoughts

2008-05-05T05:30:00.001-07:00

the present moment is the best teacher, and is always with you

2008-01-20T17:10:00.000-08:00

"When a person you trusted causes you unreasonable suffering, try to see that person as an excellent spiritual teacher."

Noël, temps des fêtes

2008-01-20T16:53:00.000-08:00

Hockey junior: GO CANADA!!!

L'harmonie des Mille Iles

automne....

2007-11-05T12:57:00.000-08:00

2007-09-05T22:35:00.000-07:00

end of summer

2007-09-05T12:50:00.001-07:00

summer

2007-09-05T12:13:00.000-07:00

Expo-sciences 2007!!!

2007-05-14T14:23:00.000-07:00

Bravo à notre belle équipe!!!!

Félicitations à mon Norbichou...

Easter long weekend

2007-04-11T12:22:00.000-07:00

how nice to be together!

2007-03-29T06:17:00.000-07:00

Norbert le comique

2007-03-26T12:04:00.000-07:00

picture by Owen Egan

Joseph took pictures of "Old Mom's Hockey"!!

2007-03-20T13:11:00.000-07:00

Recent Pics

2007-03-20T13:09:00.000-07:00

sneaker art by Joseph

2007-03-14T08:04:00.000-07:00

2007-03-06T11:13:00.000-08:00

Joseph, je suis fière de toi....

C'est nous

2007-02-21T12:32:00.000-08:00

photo Owen Egan

San Francisco 2005

2007-02-20T07:26:00.000-08:00

when we were happy

2007-02-20T06:53:00.000-08:00

Pink tape rules!

2007-02-19T13:56:00.000-08:00

New Hope for Slumping Habs

2007-02-15T06:19:00.000-08:00

Variations on the Word Sleep

2007-02-13T16:11:00.000-08:00

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

e.e. cummings

2007-02-12T09:38:00.000-08:00

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)

2007-02-10T14:07:00.000-08:00

My hockey heroes

2007-02-09T05:35:00.000-08:00

Poem for today

2007-02-08T15:11:00.000-08:00

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!

2007-02-08T05:41:00.000-08:00

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.

Let's not barf

2007-02-07T14:10:00.000-08:00

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!

2007-02-07T11:21:00.000-08:00

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

2007-02-07T11:09:00.000-08:00

Old Lady Hockey

2007-02-07T10:44:00.000-08:00

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!

2007-02-06T14:29:00.000-08:00

2007-02-06T12:27:00.000-08:00

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

2007-02-06T12:15:00.000-08:00

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.