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Hip openers…

March 27, 2011

Only that you are deeply satisfied

By creating them

Again and again

On your burlap…

— in Creative Rug Hooking by Anne Mather

This week prior,

while the Canucks,

are once more,

making key lime pie,

out of the southern states,

I received a call,

from the credit union,

of which I’ve been a member,

since I was eight years old…

As soon as I see,

that name,

and number,

on the call display,

I break a sweat,

as the belief system,

which has been,

Etch a’ Sketched,

into my cellular memory,

flashes red,

like a nuclear reactor,

in core meltdown…

I take deep breaths,

to fight down the panic,

that I’m about to be told,

yet again,

how fiscally irresponsible I am,

how I need to get my life together,

and move on,

and how I am not fulfilling,

my responsibility,

to earn a living,

and support myself,

and my children,

all on my own,

as history,

repeats itself,

with the same energy,

in a different way…

So when I return,

the message,

I steel myself,

for the worst,

case scenario…

And somehow,

each time,

I make contact,

with the other side,

the voice,

is reassuring,

saying,

things like,

You don’t have to worry,

I’m just calling about your renewal…

I’d really like it if you came in today,

because then I’ll be here,

and I’ll get to help you…

When I went into,

the downtown branch,

for service,

there was a lineup,

of people to see me…

The woman who has been there,

the longest,

and says,

I have a memory,

of you,

when you were pregnant,

with your youngest,

seared in my mind,

because your story,

rocked my world,

got to me first…

When I’d last seen her,

before Christmas,

the conversation,

spiraled on,

my research findings,

and she wanted,

follow up,

because what I have to say,

is so much fun…

She said,

I want to talk to you longer,

but I’m busy giving some customers,

a big quote…

Come back sometime,

and I’ll take you for coffee,

and you can tell me what to do,

because I want more,

and I don’t know how to go about getting it…

I didn’t quote her,

my big rates,

for speed dial,

because most people,

are not at that level,

and continue to believe,

that my skills,

and effort,

should come,

pro bono,

seeing as,

you can feel them,

but you can’t quite,

put your finger,

on them…

Try putting your finger,

on what a lawyer does,

without feeling,

but still having to pay,

through the nose,

if you choose to retain one,

because the fact of the matter is,

they hold,

the rights,

to the dominant,

discourse,

and they have no intention,

of letting go,

of a game,

which works,

to their own advantage,

for better,

or for worse…

I had a dream,

sometime in the last fortnight,

where my father’s mother,

came to me…

She said,

something like,

This is your time…

I told someone,

on Friday,

when he wished me good luck,

from the confines of his suit,

Thank you…

Lady luck,

is what I seem to have…

There are a lot of things,

I love,

about my cats,

and today I saw something,

I hadn’t found,

the words for,

until now…

After being chased,

and barked at,

by an old dog,

who can’t seem to learn,

any new tricks,

my boy,

ran in the house,

with a mohawk,

and then seconds later,

stretched out,

on the softwood floor,

with his paws sprung,

and cocked,

in preparation,

for any sudden movement,

which may be required of him,

at a moment’s,

notice…

I won’t tell Starshine,

and Little Gem this,

because of the potential,

for uproar,

but I’m thinking of changing,

boy cat’s name,

to Mase,

or Schneids…

Just to make,

a point,

with only one,

long distance,

assist…

He sold his one man shop to Microsoft...

Zen shorts…

March 25, 2011

Most likely,

you’ve dabbled in knitting, sewing, quilting,

or even clay,

or woodworking…

The bottom line is you probably like to work with your hands…

— in Wool Pets by Laurie Sharp

This afternoon,

Little Gem asked her big sister,

What time is it???

Starshine replied,

It’s 3:14…

Little Gem crawled under one of our story blankets,

and said,

Mama, we have about forty-five minutes left before Papa picks us up,

for the rest of Spring Break…

I wonder what we should do together…

I know,

let’s snuggle…

She read three stories to me,

and then made a list of all the things,

she needed to pack,

for the coming week…

She also wrote up a return list,

for the things,

that need to come back,

where they belong…

I was about to suggest,

that she should create an opening,

for herself,

within the Canucks organization,

for the purposes,

of guiding road trip,

equipment,

and man power,

but then I decided,

to put a sock in it,

and stay,

in my own department…

From the outside,

it may seem that I tend towards,

a random number generator approach,

to things…

But on the inside,

I’m just like,

that boy in the tree,

who keeps track,

of what needs to be done,

on his clipboard,

waiting patiently,

for my heart’s desires…

I’m immensely proud of the Canucks right now…

Not so much for where,

they currently find themselves,

in the standings,

but for how they are standing,

in alignment,

with what they know to be good,

and true,

about themselves…

Collectively,

they are filtering out the noise,

while remaining focused,

on being the very change,

they want to see in their game,

as they play it…

I’ve been told,

many a time,

that I’m not going,

to be able to do,

what I’ve set out to do…

And when it came,

right down to the wire,

all that was left,

on the list,

was to,

just watch me…

I was born to be a feather...

April wine…

March 22, 2011

The boy thought he would never catch a star…

Just then he noticed something floating in the water…

It was the prettiest star he had ever seen…

Just a baby star

It must have fallen from the sky…

—  in How to Catch a Star by Oliver Jeffers

I took Starshine and Little Gem,

for a cheap skate,

at Trout Lake,

a few weeks ago…

It was my second time,

back on the ice,

since the great fall of 2009…

As I strapped on my helmet,

cage and all,

a mom from the girls’ school,

who was there with her three boys,

said,

something like,

You look serious,

and intimidating with that on…

Is it really necessary for a public skate???

I said,

The core message that I want to get across,

at all times,

in all situations,

is the primacy of safety,

and protection…

And foremost,

that I’m not to be messed with…

She swallowed,

nodded,

and took to the ice,

pushing her youngest in a stroller,

around the rink,

with the rest of us…

I attended a clinic,

for minis,

and Jonathan Field spoke,

repeatedly,

about what is most important,

to a horse…

He said,

things like,

They don’t care about being called,

by name,

receiving praise,

or material things…

What they want is safety,

comfort,

and play…

And if you,

establish yourself,

as the consistent provider,

of those things,

that they need,

and want,

with honesty,

then your horses,

will look to you,

as their leader,

with no questions asked…

I’m not sure,

where Manny Maholtra is,

right now,

but as I sit here,

in Ryan Kesler’s tunic,

waiting for him to call,

I know,

that when the swelling goes down,

and the fluid drains away,

he may find,

he’s still not ready for the ice,

but he’ll definitely be,

ready for,

seeing things,

in such a way,

that he can never go back,

to being,

exactly where he was,

before the puck,

hit the fan…

And he’ll be all,

the stronger,

for it…

Sitting,

with a blind eye,

and trusting,

the unfolding,

of possibility,

even when it feels like,

you’re not in the driver seat,

is an exercise,

beyond comprehension…

But it’s the way things,

really are…

And when,

the opportunity,

for direct perception,

does its number on you,

the face-off percentage,

of infinity,

is just,

a shot away

And I swear it's true...