There isn't enough people who understand the virtue of humility. To be grounded by the simple actions that strip us back from material goods. It's not everyday we have the blessing of freedom on our side, when exchanging time with another person.
I accepted the request to host my second ever couch surfer! We spoke over the phone the day before and I knew sharing my home with this being would bring joy into the space. Gaura called me when he arrived at my front step, the modern day knock. I opened my door and my eyes wide , to a humble man with a mini crock pot in hand.
He sat comfortably on my couch, we had our small talk welcome and he broke the ice with the question "what challenges you"..
Gaura traveled from his home outside of Toronto to do volunteer work up until Christmas. He is a monk, a yoga instructor, a musician and a speaker on topics of Religion and Personal Growth.
Knowing someone for 15 minutes and finding an answer to as flexible of a question as what my challenges are , sure limbered my mind enough to truly stop and think about my response. I think I said staying focused on where I am and where I want to be.
I thought of alot of big or small challenges I face and decided that answer is mostly encompassing to the root of like aaalll things.. Gaura proceeded to thank me for sharing and offer some wisdom.
"All we need is love (Krishna) .. The Gita indicates that in goodness, the senses become illuminated with knowledge. This enables us to observe and evaluate which desires to let into our consciousness and which to keep out. With a calmness and clarity coming from goodness, we can differentiate between our authentic needs and our artificially induced cravings...There will always be enough for man's need but never man's greed."
The first night Gaura surfed my couch , we talked for hours about his journeys thus far. In the physical and spiritual world. He always spoke with understanding, Beatles references and the knowledge of Krishna!
Despite the oddity perceived by most people, at the thought of having a stranger stay in your home...let alone on your couch...two of my favourite peoples met Gaura and experienced his aura with an open mind. It made the second day more comfortable and he enjoyed some more intellectually seasoned company.
Gaura spent his days connecting with people in health shops, gas stations and finding local institutions to host his talks. At work I thought about what other challenges provoke distractions to what I need to focus on. Hourly, daily, situational..ly.
By the end of the week, we had woken up at 5:30 together every morning, shared meals and daily challenges. I never expected the amount of love and understanding Gaura would bring into my atmosphere and a spicy inspiration to my chai tea recipe! Aaannd believe it or not I ate a pomegranate for the first time.
There is beauty in the freedom of sharing nothing more than time and expecting nothing more than presence. As multi dimensional as that can be , it starts with the simplest extension of a hand. Opening a door, answering a phone, greeting someone with whatever you posses ,from the effort of those two important limbs.
Until next time, stay warm!!! Wear mittens ,scarves , boots and be kind <3 <3
..ps. I have a futon now for the future of comfortable surfers
Wednesday, 13 December 2017
Wednesday, 6 December 2017
Poetic Interlude
Te Amo
I knew I loved you when you:
I knew I loved you when you:
Brought me natures gifts,
and nurtured me with your own
Imagined with me.
Said you need more of my time,
but didn't give me enough of yours
Took me for milkshakes,
they gave you two cups instead of mixed flavours
Let me interrupt you and said "I don't like talking anyways"
Called me spastic,
I told my sister she said "well that's good!"
Put your head on my shoulder,
and said you needed healing,
Purse your lips in puzzlement or discontent
Said my pancakes "looked like baseball gloves"
and that you liked yours crispy anyways.
Call me on my bullshit,
Complimented me for folding socks,
Said I was in your dreams when you wanted me there..
...
too be continued .
Wednesday, 29 November 2017
A Seat at The Table
Most days I wake up and come home to an empty table. Reading the newspaper to 2 chairs and extending my compliments to the chef after dinner..Don't get me wrong I love living alone. Peace and love radiates from every square inch of my home. I have room to dance, bath tub acoustics to sing with, milk cartons to drink directly and freely from. It does make a difference when you can do these things in good company though.
Monday to Friday I spend 1hr a day sitting amongst 10-50 hard working individuals. The time of socialite interaction and nourishment consumption is divided into 2 , 15 minutes and 1, 30 minute parts known as "lunch" and "break". ..But it's kind of like a fancy cage where all the animals in the kingdom get to ease any stresses. I hope that doesn't sound awful.. like hunger is a stress and the food in the cafe is phenomenal!
Usually I sit with my little group of common folk. However there are times when the microwaves are all full so I have to wait. Or it's the day everyones favourite menu special is being served and by the time I can find our table it may be full. Sometimes it feels like being the last one picked from the litter. Other times it's a great opportunity to try my wings for a flight out of the nest and mingle with other clans.
I met 2 humans from maintenance who made inside jokes or talked small about fixing , finishing and frustrations. Than came 2 from the offices and 1 from waste management. Suddenly the table was a department zoo. Eyeing each others food, for small talk purposes. Questioning of territory, out of curiosity. And of course , as all hard working people do, a joke or ten about the relief to come at 3:00pm.
This must have been the table sought out by all those who didn't get a seat at their regular tables. We created a common ground despite the objectives and locations of our duties having little to no similarity.
There is so much to learn in our daily interactions. Especially when we are just enough out of our comfort zone. By "just enough" I mean not to far out that we feel paralyzed by the headlights of unfamiliarity but not to close that we snuggle in and shut the world out.
Me and my humble abode gained a friend. Another couch surfer in search of shelter and a friendly welcomer! He is a wise and conscious being who has traveled far in this life and in many worlds. I would like to make next weeks bloggetry entirely about him so I won't give too much away.
Although this week is busy with artisan projects and Christmas gifting, I thought I would have just enough time to accommodate a fellow, so from yesterday until Sunday we will share mornings and good company! Leaving but one empty chair at my table that proves more useful as a foot rest anyways.
Often in or in pursuit of a more comfortious environment I tend to isolate myself. To get things done, to avoid social awkwardness for self loathing or selfishness. It's not always a bad thing! But everything in moderation right. I had to make adjustments to my comforts to prepare a bit more for my guest. Again nothing bad. For me it's about learning something /someone new and the joy of pure humane efforts.
Sitting along day and night (goodness that sounds so sad..) gives you a lot of time to think. What recipes should I practice for when company is over, do I need a new table cloth.. could I be getting something else done, for myself or for someone?
Having a being to bounce those thoughts and energies off of is a nice change. Especially when you share a language on a different frequency than English.
This time of year people ,places and things seem to be more hasty. Mostly in pursuits of providing others with comforts and preparing common grounds. You don't have to lose your ground, your title , your seat at the table.. when you spend time on others or yourself! Or perhaps you need to evaluate the seat and make a conscious decision. An uncomfortable decision. One where you are a bit removed from the rewards of your personal comforts.
or like whatever. Happy Wednesday... until next time , let the suspense of my mysterious wiseman build <3 <3
Monday to Friday I spend 1hr a day sitting amongst 10-50 hard working individuals. The time of socialite interaction and nourishment consumption is divided into 2 , 15 minutes and 1, 30 minute parts known as "lunch" and "break". ..But it's kind of like a fancy cage where all the animals in the kingdom get to ease any stresses. I hope that doesn't sound awful.. like hunger is a stress and the food in the cafe is phenomenal!
Usually I sit with my little group of common folk. However there are times when the microwaves are all full so I have to wait. Or it's the day everyones favourite menu special is being served and by the time I can find our table it may be full. Sometimes it feels like being the last one picked from the litter. Other times it's a great opportunity to try my wings for a flight out of the nest and mingle with other clans.
I met 2 humans from maintenance who made inside jokes or talked small about fixing , finishing and frustrations. Than came 2 from the offices and 1 from waste management. Suddenly the table was a department zoo. Eyeing each others food, for small talk purposes. Questioning of territory, out of curiosity. And of course , as all hard working people do, a joke or ten about the relief to come at 3:00pm.
This must have been the table sought out by all those who didn't get a seat at their regular tables. We created a common ground despite the objectives and locations of our duties having little to no similarity.
There is so much to learn in our daily interactions. Especially when we are just enough out of our comfort zone. By "just enough" I mean not to far out that we feel paralyzed by the headlights of unfamiliarity but not to close that we snuggle in and shut the world out.
Me and my humble abode gained a friend. Another couch surfer in search of shelter and a friendly welcomer! He is a wise and conscious being who has traveled far in this life and in many worlds. I would like to make next weeks bloggetry entirely about him so I won't give too much away.
Although this week is busy with artisan projects and Christmas gifting, I thought I would have just enough time to accommodate a fellow, so from yesterday until Sunday we will share mornings and good company! Leaving but one empty chair at my table that proves more useful as a foot rest anyways.
Often in or in pursuit of a more comfortious environment I tend to isolate myself. To get things done, to avoid social awkwardness for self loathing or selfishness. It's not always a bad thing! But everything in moderation right. I had to make adjustments to my comforts to prepare a bit more for my guest. Again nothing bad. For me it's about learning something /someone new and the joy of pure humane efforts.
Sitting along day and night (goodness that sounds so sad..) gives you a lot of time to think. What recipes should I practice for when company is over, do I need a new table cloth.. could I be getting something else done, for myself or for someone?
Having a being to bounce those thoughts and energies off of is a nice change. Especially when you share a language on a different frequency than English.
This time of year people ,places and things seem to be more hasty. Mostly in pursuits of providing others with comforts and preparing common grounds. You don't have to lose your ground, your title , your seat at the table.. when you spend time on others or yourself! Or perhaps you need to evaluate the seat and make a conscious decision. An uncomfortable decision. One where you are a bit removed from the rewards of your personal comforts.
or like whatever. Happy Wednesday... until next time , let the suspense of my mysterious wiseman build <3 <3
Wednesday, 22 November 2017
Backed Up
I have been experiencing a creative block. A lackadaise. A nasty procrastination bug. With December fast approaching and scheduled to keep my hands busy, this congestion of unenthusiastic excuses is like a phlegm clogging my artistic airways.
Than there is the infamous, influential and in relating to another source of oomph that is
insufficient in my life.. money.
December 2nd I am participating in St. Alexanders Church Bazaar! I'm uber excited as it is my first artisan crafty event this year. I've been perfecting the recipe for my chai tea annnddd experimenting with pickling so I'm ready to talk for hours, over biscuits and lush scarves , with the all G-Mama's .
21 years old with the hobbies of a 89 year old woman. Currently with the same energy level.
HELP ME.
I thought it was "S.A.D" aka Seasonal Depression. So I bought plants, changed to brighter linens around my apartment and bought a delightful variety of scented wax for my burner. I also got a green winter jacket and some fashun accessories ...retail therapy..
Keeping up with friends ,family , loved ones is important always. Keeping my week back to back to back with dinners, shopping, movies.... instead of advertising, display prepping and creating... ahhhhh. WHATS A GIRL TO DO. I HAVE 2 WEEKS UNTIL THE BAZAAR.
I have 3 things I really need to put 100% of my energy into from now until the New Year. The bazaar is the first big bang so hopefully my curbed enthusiasm will expire with my Netflix free month trial.
Most people gain "winter weight" . It's cold and miserable outside.. Food is literally warm love. But my binging has to stop! The overindulgence should leave me feeling full of artisan flatulence. Not regret after my 67th plate at the buffet.
Okay so maybe I'm exaggerating and this is but a needed rest period. I have been working 6 days a week the past 4 weeks... I getting like 13 hours of sleep on the 7th day....
730 pm - 830 am ...SO GOOD. so needed!
I do tend of over worry and I have enough made to do the bazaar but like It's important to have a good variety and an overstock...
*inhale.
*exhale.
The next project for me is my photographs will be on display and for sale at The Healthy Rabbit December 15. The biggest creative venture, due to be paid for and in planning come January, is still to be a surprise.
I CAN DO THIS.
Perhaps the congestion of energy is just like a knot in a hose. Maybe I'm getting all twisted and worried about what should be coming out and creating a stress instead of a flow of creative juices.
One of the best wisdoms a human ever verbally bestowed to me was;
"Don't forget to breath"
Until next time..
*inhale.
*exhale.
repeat.
Wednesday, 8 November 2017
Free Lunches
This past week I challenged myself to be my own ambassador. To advocate and act on any changes I needed to make and to start investing my energy into positive outlets. Literally and figuratively building a portfolio I could look at in a years time and say well heck look how far I've come.
I also started reading about the stock market! Which I never expected to find so interesting and understandable. In fact I'm learning a very important lesson on the precious perception of time. Ultimately , being most fulfilled when practicing a lot of patience.
"No such thing as a free lunch" is one common philosophy for someone with or trying to suit a 'vested interest' in what they doing with their money. Which is arguably man-kinds ultimate measurement of time..most of the time.
One of my favourite lines in the book I'm reading says "The goal, it seems to me, is to have our financial resources accentuate , no detract from, our capacity to live a full life for the rest of our lives".
At least that's what we're sold. And it becomes the 5 W's we consume . Who, what, when , where , how... and the most the enigmatic 6th.. Wealth. Who are you in society. What job, car, clothes define you. When are you gonna get the next bigger ,better one. ..
But where are we trying to go in our pursuit of happiness.
And how are we measuring "wealth"?
I had 2 free lunches Sunday. The first was with my Dad at our favourite restaurant. My Dad and I haven't been on good terms since I came home. Sunday I helped him with his business like 'good ole times' ... I ate 3 plates at the buffet and actually didn't want to get up from the table.
Not only was my stomach so full that it seriously hurt to move... but this resolution of our relationship was finally being fulfilled over custard dumplings and sweet and sour soup. Sure I worked on my day off and wasn't paid. But I got the most valuable form of wealth available to us.
We were going to go to Tim Hortons because I had a coupon for a free soup! Free lunch numero duo. The coupon expired the next day so I got my soup anyways and was planning to take it to work Monday for lunch.
The drive thru at Tim's was longer than expected, it was pouring rain and although I hadn't much reason to be complaining I just wanted to go home , rest and play with all my pretty commodities.
On my way home I saw this man sleeping in a door way.
I made a u-turn rolled down my window and said
"HAY DUDE"
he jumped up and looked kind of scared
I asked "Do you want some soup?"
he replied "Oh yeah , yeah, like um I was just trying to get some rest but now I'm woke!"
He looked less scared and I said "I had a coupon, it's good every weekend only so enjoy, anyways stay woke ,cheers!
smiles and cheers exchanged sincerely.
Time well spent. A rather trying statement. Because unlike money and it's various currents by which we are too often consumed in trading. Time is not reprintable or earned.
It is precious. And not to be wasted or taken for granted. A lot of very clear lessons were put before me lately or perhaps had always been but I ignored them or was scared of facing some. Making even tiny hems in my vested interests is shaping up to be a beautiful fit , even in just a week.
I think these connection's to nature are miss understood and underestimated.
TAKE 10 SECONDS OF YOUR DAY TO SMILE AT A COWORKER.
Call your grandma just to say HIYA, thanks for that time you decided to have kids cause they had me and living can be cool a lot of the time.
Eat cake for breakfast.
Buy a coffee for a stranger.
The best things in life are free.
Until next time try and stay humble, warm and positive!!!
I also started reading about the stock market! Which I never expected to find so interesting and understandable. In fact I'm learning a very important lesson on the precious perception of time. Ultimately , being most fulfilled when practicing a lot of patience.
"No such thing as a free lunch" is one common philosophy for someone with or trying to suit a 'vested interest' in what they doing with their money. Which is arguably man-kinds ultimate measurement of time..most of the time.
One of my favourite lines in the book I'm reading says "The goal, it seems to me, is to have our financial resources accentuate , no detract from, our capacity to live a full life for the rest of our lives".
At least that's what we're sold. And it becomes the 5 W's we consume . Who, what, when , where , how... and the most the enigmatic 6th.. Wealth. Who are you in society. What job, car, clothes define you. When are you gonna get the next bigger ,better one. ..
But where are we trying to go in our pursuit of happiness.
And how are we measuring "wealth"?
I had 2 free lunches Sunday. The first was with my Dad at our favourite restaurant. My Dad and I haven't been on good terms since I came home. Sunday I helped him with his business like 'good ole times' ... I ate 3 plates at the buffet and actually didn't want to get up from the table.
Not only was my stomach so full that it seriously hurt to move... but this resolution of our relationship was finally being fulfilled over custard dumplings and sweet and sour soup. Sure I worked on my day off and wasn't paid. But I got the most valuable form of wealth available to us.
We were going to go to Tim Hortons because I had a coupon for a free soup! Free lunch numero duo. The coupon expired the next day so I got my soup anyways and was planning to take it to work Monday for lunch.
The drive thru at Tim's was longer than expected, it was pouring rain and although I hadn't much reason to be complaining I just wanted to go home , rest and play with all my pretty commodities.
On my way home I saw this man sleeping in a door way.
I made a u-turn rolled down my window and said
"HAY DUDE"
he jumped up and looked kind of scared
I asked "Do you want some soup?"
he replied "Oh yeah , yeah, like um I was just trying to get some rest but now I'm woke!"
He looked less scared and I said "I had a coupon, it's good every weekend only so enjoy, anyways stay woke ,cheers!
smiles and cheers exchanged sincerely.
Time well spent. A rather trying statement. Because unlike money and it's various currents by which we are too often consumed in trading. Time is not reprintable or earned.
It is precious. And not to be wasted or taken for granted. A lot of very clear lessons were put before me lately or perhaps had always been but I ignored them or was scared of facing some. Making even tiny hems in my vested interests is shaping up to be a beautiful fit , even in just a week.
We can't become to self absorbed in our own turmoils, it only creates a black hole of insecurities. I experienced a very scary retrograde through out October . From what I've fathomed as my own interpretation of the month is October prepares us for new leaves, the seasons change right before our eyes then the ending is a time to remember death. The clocks literally go back. We are encouraged to rest as we feel the atmosphere become sharp, cold and un predictable.
I think these connection's to nature are miss understood and underestimated.
TAKE 10 SECONDS OF YOUR DAY TO SMILE AT A COWORKER.
Call your grandma just to say HIYA, thanks for that time you decided to have kids cause they had me and living can be cool a lot of the time.
Eat cake for breakfast.
Buy a coffee for a stranger.
The best things in life are free.
Until next time try and stay humble, warm and positive!!!
Wednesday, 1 November 2017
Friday November 10th.
Welcome to the future. I am writing you from the past, to bring forth the poetry, folketry , rock starlorship of one Misses. Saffron; who will be welcoming friends and family into my humble abode for a night of music , promoting and releasing her single INTROSPECTION.
*drum roll*
Who would have thought a fourth grade poetry unit would foster enough inspiration to keep one going as a solo female artist , self managed, law student by day, musician between suits? And she has recently been awarded the Full Scholarship to attend the Fall Songwriter's getaway with the Toronto Songwriting School run by Murray Foster.
You can't spell heart without art. And you can't fully understand the "dichotomy of vulnerability and power" that is felt on stage as a performer.
"When you want to do music, you just do it and stop making excuses. As a performer you're in another sphere and it's exhausting because it takes everything you've got. When I cry at a show, then I know I'm having a good show because I'm getting to that place of being the most real and emotionally vulnerable I can me. "
Saffron and I met about three years ago at a Woman In Politics conference hosted by our mutual friend. Only recently did our lives reconnected, along Queen Street West , in Toronto. I went to see her play for her second time at Horseshoe Tavern!
She's come along way by the grace of God and network of strong musicians to guide her. Earlier this week talked about some of her struggles as a female artist, inspirations and being a law star versus a rock student..
"Some people ask me how I do it all... it's got to be God."
In the beginning , Saffron's musical career started among friends in various bands before putting all her faith in herself as a solo artist. Now some of her most admired musicians are her mentors and good friends.
"Booking your friend on your bill is better than any sleepover. Going from admiring these artists to being on rosters with them is an honour."
The likes of Brantfordian legend Missy Bauman , Guelph's very own The Lifer's and Toronto's Rathburns... to name just a few.
"I work with people who make me feel safe and comfortable." And it's important that the same connection is felt by her audience.
Saffron's music reflects her spirituality, passion for equality and vulnerability as an artist. Elements that took time of surrender, humility and grace too grow.
Song's like Circadian Rhythm connect to a "more apparent element of spirituality. A disconnect between society, nature and meditation. We need to be more connected with the beautiful natural world created for us."
There are at least two pivotal moments when she thought about giving up on music:
1."When I first started learning to play mandolin.. I had a temper fit.. it shocked my Mom when I stuck with it."
2. "After my first band broke up. It's hard when you put so much time, energy and love into something, it really makes you look inward when things fall apart. What could I have done differently, is this the right path for me.?"
Not to mention nearly falling off stage at her first ever BCI Coffee House performance..
Just over a year as a solo artist, 20 shows under her belt and her venue list is quite impressive; The Hart House, Two Doors Down, Junction City Music Hall, Free Times Cafe, The Cavern, Smiling Buddha, The Cat's Eye, The Coach House, Horseshoe Tavern, TO Lounge, Humber Lakeshore Campus annnddd
MY HOME!!
*cough cough. gon' and brush my shoulders off..*
2-83 Superior Street Brantford , November 10. Be there. Come share an evening of communicating with music, love and my home blended chai tea.. Let's get introspective.
<3 <3
"For me the communication element of music is paramount. If I'm not communicating what am I doing? If art doesn't really communicate than is it art?
- Saffron
https://www.facebook.com/SaffronMusic97/
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC5J3RZuWRrPk4Mi7frFb7mw
https://www.instagram.com/saffrockmusic/
*drum roll*
Who would have thought a fourth grade poetry unit would foster enough inspiration to keep one going as a solo female artist , self managed, law student by day, musician between suits? And she has recently been awarded the Full Scholarship to attend the Fall Songwriter's getaway with the Toronto Songwriting School run by Murray Foster.
You can't spell heart without art. And you can't fully understand the "dichotomy of vulnerability and power" that is felt on stage as a performer.
"When you want to do music, you just do it and stop making excuses. As a performer you're in another sphere and it's exhausting because it takes everything you've got. When I cry at a show, then I know I'm having a good show because I'm getting to that place of being the most real and emotionally vulnerable I can me. "
Saffron and I met about three years ago at a Woman In Politics conference hosted by our mutual friend. Only recently did our lives reconnected, along Queen Street West , in Toronto. I went to see her play for her second time at Horseshoe Tavern!
She's come along way by the grace of God and network of strong musicians to guide her. Earlier this week talked about some of her struggles as a female artist, inspirations and being a law star versus a rock student..
"Some people ask me how I do it all... it's got to be God."
In the beginning , Saffron's musical career started among friends in various bands before putting all her faith in herself as a solo artist. Now some of her most admired musicians are her mentors and good friends.
"Booking your friend on your bill is better than any sleepover. Going from admiring these artists to being on rosters with them is an honour."
The likes of Brantfordian legend Missy Bauman , Guelph's very own The Lifer's and Toronto's Rathburns... to name just a few.
"I work with people who make me feel safe and comfortable." And it's important that the same connection is felt by her audience.
Saffron's music reflects her spirituality, passion for equality and vulnerability as an artist. Elements that took time of surrender, humility and grace too grow.
Song's like Circadian Rhythm connect to a "more apparent element of spirituality. A disconnect between society, nature and meditation. We need to be more connected with the beautiful natural world created for us."
There are at least two pivotal moments when she thought about giving up on music:
1."When I first started learning to play mandolin.. I had a temper fit.. it shocked my Mom when I stuck with it."
2. "After my first band broke up. It's hard when you put so much time, energy and love into something, it really makes you look inward when things fall apart. What could I have done differently, is this the right path for me.?"
Not to mention nearly falling off stage at her first ever BCI Coffee House performance..
Just over a year as a solo artist, 20 shows under her belt and her venue list is quite impressive; The Hart House, Two Doors Down, Junction City Music Hall, Free Times Cafe, The Cavern, Smiling Buddha, The Cat's Eye, The Coach House, Horseshoe Tavern, TO Lounge, Humber Lakeshore Campus annnddd
MY HOME!!
*cough cough. gon' and brush my shoulders off..*
2-83 Superior Street Brantford , November 10. Be there. Come share an evening of communicating with music, love and my home blended chai tea.. Let's get introspective.
<3 <3
"For me the communication element of music is paramount. If I'm not communicating what am I doing? If art doesn't really communicate than is it art?
- Saffron
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC5J3RZuWRrPk4Mi7frFb7mw
https://www.instagram.com/saffrockmusic/
Wednesday, 25 October 2017
About Last Week...
I was one of two Hurricanes to hit Ireland the weekend before last.. just kidding , I don't say things like that. It seemed like a good one-liner to open things up with. Considering my week since, has been well...
Last I typed of the end to my nights shifting . Thursday evening I went in a wow to the Land of Ire to visit Ms. Josephine. The day I returned from Dublin was to be Tuesday, which was the day hurricane Ophelia happened and my flights were delayed. Two more days at home with Josephine in her full house.
A familiar friend in blogetry's past, she celebrated her 21st Birthday and a homecoming. THE WHOLE FAMILY was there. Precious. On route via Luas to the city centre, Josephine's mum wanted to review with her the names and ages of all her younger cousins . She is like their cool aunty travelling her way through adult hood and engineering a path for their greater good.
Prior to Opheila, Josie held my hand whilst I did my first open mic acapella. During Ophelia we binge watched the first season of Riverdale. Isn't it beautiful how you can go from global room mate hobo's to best friends.
WHILST LIVE STREAMING A HURRICANE.
"When life gives you lemons"
they say
Ummm if I have to make lemonade I like to see a formation of sugar , some of that really needs to be stirred into the mix. Alright alright. My sweet tooth thrives on ; love, pure human kindness, adventure, spontaneous Kurt Cobain portrait tattoo's .. kidding.
A wise human once said
"Treat yo' self"
Thursday was my Monday, 8am the day after landing. And overtime Saturday.
*gasps*
I SLEPT FOR 12 HOURS SATURDAY NIGHT. Today I'm sharing a big secret. Actually 2.
1. Double espresso
2. Don't keep secrets
The not so new job is muy bien.
Maybe this time next year I'll be writing a whole post en Español. ..If I can socialize like a people in the cafe.. I have the opportunity to be with co-workers whose first language is Spanish . ...yesterday I publicly embarrassed myself in the lunch room... I'll have to learn the word for laugh.
One word a day and with 365 I can at least be ,what I word dreamt up to be "Intentionable" .
; able to communicate ones intentions. Soley in context to/ in a situation involving one having to form a new understanding of communication with intent.
3. the secret question to elude to the answer of all life problems...
...Who are Merriam and Webster?
Intentional . Questioned yet again Sunday morning. My car was a scene of theft. That's what I shall call this strange occurrence. Not broken into because I leave my door unlocked (it's broken). And nothing I couldn't part with was taken. My mixtape, spare interior lights and glove compartment junk.
Tutela park area we have a curious cat in the neighbourhood. Possibly with ears on fire.
HA maybe I'll get exactly that tatted beside Kurt...
Wednesday . Today. (No hablar days of the week yet) Has been one full of wellness.
Next week I shall introduceeee
THE ONE THE ONLY SAFFRON .AND HER INTROSPECTION SINGLE RELEASE.
Happening at my place NOVEMBER 10th .
Until next time. Check deeeez out
https://www.boredpanda.com/hurricane-ophelia-ireland-reactions/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=AwkwardFamily
https://www.facebook.com/SaffronMusic97/
most missed track to car jam too <3
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qv3RtBe6FGg
Last I typed of the end to my nights shifting . Thursday evening I went in a wow to the Land of Ire to visit Ms. Josephine. The day I returned from Dublin was to be Tuesday, which was the day hurricane Ophelia happened and my flights were delayed. Two more days at home with Josephine in her full house.
A familiar friend in blogetry's past, she celebrated her 21st Birthday and a homecoming. THE WHOLE FAMILY was there. Precious. On route via Luas to the city centre, Josephine's mum wanted to review with her the names and ages of all her younger cousins . She is like their cool aunty travelling her way through adult hood and engineering a path for their greater good.
Prior to Opheila, Josie held my hand whilst I did my first open mic acapella. During Ophelia we binge watched the first season of Riverdale. Isn't it beautiful how you can go from global room mate hobo's to best friends.
WHILST LIVE STREAMING A HURRICANE.
"When life gives you lemons"
they say
Ummm if I have to make lemonade I like to see a formation of sugar , some of that really needs to be stirred into the mix. Alright alright. My sweet tooth thrives on ; love, pure human kindness, adventure, spontaneous Kurt Cobain portrait tattoo's .. kidding.
A wise human once said
"Treat yo' self"
Thursday was my Monday, 8am the day after landing. And overtime Saturday.
*gasps*
I SLEPT FOR 12 HOURS SATURDAY NIGHT. Today I'm sharing a big secret. Actually 2.
1. Double espresso
2. Don't keep secrets
The not so new job is muy bien.
Maybe this time next year I'll be writing a whole post en Español. ..If I can socialize like a people in the cafe.. I have the opportunity to be with co-workers whose first language is Spanish . ...yesterday I publicly embarrassed myself in the lunch room... I'll have to learn the word for laugh.
One word a day and with 365 I can at least be ,what I word dreamt up to be "Intentionable" .
; able to communicate ones intentions. Soley in context to/ in a situation involving one having to form a new understanding of communication with intent.
3. the secret question to elude to the answer of all life problems...
...Who are Merriam and Webster?
Intentional . Questioned yet again Sunday morning. My car was a scene of theft. That's what I shall call this strange occurrence. Not broken into because I leave my door unlocked (it's broken). And nothing I couldn't part with was taken. My mixtape, spare interior lights and glove compartment junk.
Tutela park area we have a curious cat in the neighbourhood. Possibly with ears on fire.
HA maybe I'll get exactly that tatted beside Kurt...
Wednesday . Today. (No hablar days of the week yet) Has been one full of wellness.
Next week I shall introduceeee
THE ONE THE ONLY SAFFRON .AND HER INTROSPECTION SINGLE RELEASE.
Happening at my place NOVEMBER 10th .
Until next time. Check deeeez out
https://www.boredpanda.com/hurricane-ophelia-ireland-reactions/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=AwkwardFamily
https://www.facebook.com/SaffronMusic97/
most missed track to car jam too <3
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qv3RtBe6FGg
Wednesday, 11 October 2017
It's Wednesday?
This week is my last night shift. I woke up about an hour ago, after going to bed at 8:30am. Yesterday was less slumber-vesent as the first night shift always is. The worst part about this shift is that your body never gets quite used to it. I guess that is true for most irregular things we face.
The 11-7 week commences Sunday night and ends Friday morning. The whole Sunday day feels burdened by the 11pm hour. The fact that my bed has to wait all day expecting me to come back..
"The hardest goodbye and the best hello"
7am when the rest of the city is pressing snooze on their alarms, making coffee or turning the key in the top lock and leaving home. I am just barely leaving work. When I say that I mean I know I'm physically leaving but I'm not sure if I'm sleep walking ... and by the time of day that I am fully rested it's almost time to go back.
I keep saying..
"see you tomorrow"
"oh wait well today"
"like later tonight..wow"
The migration of bodies from the parking lot to security looks like a scene from the walking dead. Especially lately with the cold persuading the steps of every wearied or caffeined being. The fog thickly dancing around the light posts like a milky way . It was nice the other day when we had a full moon.
By this time in the week usually I'm JJUUSSSST getting used to it , finishing Thursday morning , realizing there is already only one night of it left . It's bitter sweet because I'm like yeah pfft night shifts got nothing on me , than Friday I basically sleep until Monday and wake up to work ..
Next week I start as a cleaner in the factory! I think Ferrero is actually my dream job. And I'm saying that without the influence of chocolate in my system. I made a vow to myself this week to not eat anymore chocolates.
But seriously this plant is very homey. My peoples who are in the same schedule rotation as me are like my second family. The amount of different cultures there feels like I travel around the world between lunch breaks.
Ideally I'll "work my way up " here. With this cleaning position I am full-time, benefitted , and on one straight shift. They also said the will be flexible with me when I have plans for study.
Every shift start's with a smile and usually end with one too.
The secret...Through the first set of doors, once one is officially in the plant, is the Nutella department. I come through the sliding doors and inhale until my better judgment tells me to stop...The roasted hazelnut smell should honestly be bottled and sold.
Rocher no. 5.
Eau De Ferrero
And of course I'm smiling on my way out, that's no secret. (I mean that in all the best ways)
I have been reading more about the Ferrero history too, in closing I'll leave you with these fun facts:
Ferrero-world wide produces about 365,000 tonnes of Nutella each year.
Ferrero also uses 25% of the global supply of hazelnuts.
(thanks wikipedia!)
Happy Wednesday :)
The 11-7 week commences Sunday night and ends Friday morning. The whole Sunday day feels burdened by the 11pm hour. The fact that my bed has to wait all day expecting me to come back..
"The hardest goodbye and the best hello"
7am when the rest of the city is pressing snooze on their alarms, making coffee or turning the key in the top lock and leaving home. I am just barely leaving work. When I say that I mean I know I'm physically leaving but I'm not sure if I'm sleep walking ... and by the time of day that I am fully rested it's almost time to go back.
I keep saying..
"see you tomorrow"
"oh wait well today"
"like later tonight..wow"
The migration of bodies from the parking lot to security looks like a scene from the walking dead. Especially lately with the cold persuading the steps of every wearied or caffeined being. The fog thickly dancing around the light posts like a milky way . It was nice the other day when we had a full moon.
By this time in the week usually I'm JJUUSSSST getting used to it , finishing Thursday morning , realizing there is already only one night of it left . It's bitter sweet because I'm like yeah pfft night shifts got nothing on me , than Friday I basically sleep until Monday and wake up to work ..
Next week I start as a cleaner in the factory! I think Ferrero is actually my dream job. And I'm saying that without the influence of chocolate in my system. I made a vow to myself this week to not eat anymore chocolates.
But seriously this plant is very homey. My peoples who are in the same schedule rotation as me are like my second family. The amount of different cultures there feels like I travel around the world between lunch breaks.
Ideally I'll "work my way up " here. With this cleaning position I am full-time, benefitted , and on one straight shift. They also said the will be flexible with me when I have plans for study.
Every shift start's with a smile and usually end with one too.
The secret...Through the first set of doors, once one is officially in the plant, is the Nutella department. I come through the sliding doors and inhale until my better judgment tells me to stop...The roasted hazelnut smell should honestly be bottled and sold.
Rocher no. 5.
Eau De Ferrero
And of course I'm smiling on my way out, that's no secret. (I mean that in all the best ways)
I have been reading more about the Ferrero history too, in closing I'll leave you with these fun facts:
Ferrero-world wide produces about 365,000 tonnes of Nutella each year.
Ferrero also uses 25% of the global supply of hazelnuts.
(thanks wikipedia!)
Happy Wednesday :)
Wednesday, 4 October 2017
Poetic Interlude
When they speak so highly of you what do you hear?
"She's...
and finished..
then starting..
sure is.."
"He's got...
His new..
He's going places.."
I got this far
It could have been..
Money gets you ahead.
A head , full of what?
A heart must be present.
If I didn't have too I would never leave this place.
We're all doing it for the first time.
"Long story short"
"She's...
and finished..
then starting..
sure is.."
"He's got...
His new..
He's going places.."
I got this far
It could have been..
Money gets you ahead.
A head , full of what?
A heart must be present.
If I didn't have too I would never leave this place.
We're all doing it for the first time.
"Long story short"
Wednesday, 27 September 2017
Is This Your Dwelling?
I noticed the usually littered space , about 30 trees huddled to form a dwelling. Just a comfortable fit for people(s) .
With ;
walnuts
watermelon slices
water
icepack
LOVE, in hand I met the residents of the now swept and white blanket flagged landing.
"Hello, is this your dwelling?"
This weeks heat thus far has been 'hot hot hot' and it is being felt. The air is too. I believe humidity is not to be muddled with humans.
"I didn't know what to expect"
Landing here on a pass through. She spoke on behalf of them both.
"You look well" - I meant it .
"It's been years since anyone has told me that" - she did too.
Hugs
I'm near.
My alarm clock this morning felt like a dream.
"RAAIIISHA"
"RASISSHA"
839am the stove was being delivered and my landlord was calling me from the door. I woke up and it was hot already. The blinds let through just the right amount of sun the rest of the day and just the right amount of too much in the morning..
I've been thinking about the two humans and todays humidity.
At work I told my co-workers I am a box whisperer. I say to the boxes, thank you for distracting me from the temptatious (that needs to be a word!!) whispers of the kinder variety,whilst singing Cat Stevens 'Wild World' .
Life is always bringing about a .. je ne sais quoi.. I'll be working 7 days a week, as of this week, until ...je ne sais quoi. ..
There will be a plentiful opportunity for saving for future travels and for some good old at home mind focus time. Also made known upon asking the question;
"what do you do in your 'free' time"
Make mixtapes
Invent deserts
watch coffee drip
live slow.
I am hoping to see my new acquaintances today if time permits.
ta ta for now. xx
With ;
walnuts
watermelon slices
water
icepack
LOVE, in hand I met the residents of the now swept and white blanket flagged landing.
"Hello, is this your dwelling?"
This weeks heat thus far has been 'hot hot hot' and it is being felt. The air is too. I believe humidity is not to be muddled with humans.
"I didn't know what to expect"
Landing here on a pass through. She spoke on behalf of them both.
"You look well" - I meant it .
"It's been years since anyone has told me that" - she did too.
Hugs
I'm near.
My alarm clock this morning felt like a dream.
"RAAIIISHA"
"RASISSHA"
839am the stove was being delivered and my landlord was calling me from the door. I woke up and it was hot already. The blinds let through just the right amount of sun the rest of the day and just the right amount of too much in the morning..
I've been thinking about the two humans and todays humidity.
At work I told my co-workers I am a box whisperer. I say to the boxes, thank you for distracting me from the temptatious (that needs to be a word!!) whispers of the kinder variety,whilst singing Cat Stevens 'Wild World' .
Life is always bringing about a .. je ne sais quoi.. I'll be working 7 days a week, as of this week, until ...je ne sais quoi. ..
There will be a plentiful opportunity for saving for future travels and for some good old at home mind focus time. Also made known upon asking the question;
"what do you do in your 'free' time"
Make mixtapes
Invent deserts
watch coffee drip
live slow.
I am hoping to see my new acquaintances today if time permits.
ta ta for now. xx
Wednesday, 20 September 2017
Mi Casa es Su Casa
"Does anyone even come to Brantford?"
"Not really and everyone who actually lives here is always trying to leave."
There is a lot more to this metropolitan median , Brantford. Last week I had a couch surfer ,Wanda , spend 5 days; learning some of the history ,charmed by walking trail winds and meeting some radical Brantfordians.
Wanda is originally from the Queen's home land.. she has the accent to prove it . For the last few years she has lived in Spain and the 5 days in Brantford with me , were her 3rd homely stay in Trudeau country.
The first night was full on conversation about colonization , history, anti capitalism, rainbow societies, over consumption, travel and of course a "Welcome to my crib". Wanda has a passion for understanding Indigenous cultures and the full history of Indigenous Canadians. Her conviction and pure love of knowledge made listening to her a learning opportunity and a crash course in economic enlightenment.
I live about 15 minutes from the Woodland Cultural Centre aka Brantford's infamous residential school. I've never been there before but from Wanda's review and the pamphlet she gave me, it is worth checking out . Brantford has more than Tim Hortons and Wayne Gretzky to be thankful for!
She made me vegan bolognese for lunch. VEGAN. BOLOGNESE. whaaaattttt... I came home from work and there was a stove top prepared for the love of animals and me alike. So so tasty, thanks again chica!
Wanda met a local activist /equality enthusiast , joined him in walking about the city and finished the night with an open mic. His posters are maintained in about 30 different locations in Brantford. The signage is black and white, bold and professing the importance of First Nation justice and the natural freedoms, respects for all that we need to untangle to truly exist in harmony . There are a variety of posters, I have about 20 prints for anyone who is interested!
Our second last day together I drove to Port Dover, we had ice cream, chocolates, wind blown hairs, life chats and basically a best friends perfect day dream.
She mentioned a friend of hers who spent 15 years traveling and now hosts couch surfers to stay in tune with the world's music. As my first couch surfer, she not only made me excited for her next adventures around the vast globe, but I explored Brantford with an equal excitement!
Wanda has set off on this wonderfilled journey across Canada , the USA and who knows where else the vagabond spirit will guide her. Hopefully one day back here!
How sweet it is to be connected with heritage, community , knowledge and spirituality. 5 days listening to the rhythm of voyager footsteps . I couldn't help but dance. Thanks for everything Wanda, bon voyage :)
...
Without further adieu , from the Wanda herself:
...
ps. I left the internet alone whilst and after meeting Wanda, to be fully present...Friday I lost my phone at work and it was THANK FULLY. returned to me Monday. ..I'm doing a night shift this week.. which means my mind and body are more confused than usual. yikes.
Never a dull moment in Raisha's world.
Stay in orbit <3
"Not really and everyone who actually lives here is always trying to leave."
There is a lot more to this metropolitan median , Brantford. Last week I had a couch surfer ,Wanda , spend 5 days; learning some of the history ,charmed by walking trail winds and meeting some radical Brantfordians.
Wanda is originally from the Queen's home land.. she has the accent to prove it . For the last few years she has lived in Spain and the 5 days in Brantford with me , were her 3rd homely stay in Trudeau country.
The first night was full on conversation about colonization , history, anti capitalism, rainbow societies, over consumption, travel and of course a "Welcome to my crib". Wanda has a passion for understanding Indigenous cultures and the full history of Indigenous Canadians. Her conviction and pure love of knowledge made listening to her a learning opportunity and a crash course in economic enlightenment.
I live about 15 minutes from the Woodland Cultural Centre aka Brantford's infamous residential school. I've never been there before but from Wanda's review and the pamphlet she gave me, it is worth checking out . Brantford has more than Tim Hortons and Wayne Gretzky to be thankful for!
She made me vegan bolognese for lunch. VEGAN. BOLOGNESE. whaaaattttt... I came home from work and there was a stove top prepared for the love of animals and me alike. So so tasty, thanks again chica!
Wanda met a local activist /equality enthusiast , joined him in walking about the city and finished the night with an open mic. His posters are maintained in about 30 different locations in Brantford. The signage is black and white, bold and professing the importance of First Nation justice and the natural freedoms, respects for all that we need to untangle to truly exist in harmony . There are a variety of posters, I have about 20 prints for anyone who is interested!
Our second last day together I drove to Port Dover, we had ice cream, chocolates, wind blown hairs, life chats and basically a best friends perfect day dream.
She mentioned a friend of hers who spent 15 years traveling and now hosts couch surfers to stay in tune with the world's music. As my first couch surfer, she not only made me excited for her next adventures around the vast globe, but I explored Brantford with an equal excitement!
Wanda has set off on this wonderfilled journey across Canada , the USA and who knows where else the vagabond spirit will guide her. Hopefully one day back here!
How sweet it is to be connected with heritage, community , knowledge and spirituality. 5 days listening to the rhythm of voyager footsteps . I couldn't help but dance. Thanks for everything Wanda, bon voyage :)
...
Without further adieu , from the Wanda herself:
"Why did a wandering traveller come to Brantford? Between the delights of Algonquin, Toronto, Niagara, why take a detour here?
It was to discover an untold story, one missing from every Canadian history museum. What happened to the indigenous people?
Brantford brought me the truth - the story of the genocide that my race committed, and the indigenous history of peacemaking, extended to my ancestors, who stole all they could and whose descendents refuse to return it.
Brantford brought me tears, heartache, anger - none of which matter. What matters is truth, reconciliation, reparation and recovery. But the first ingredient is missing from White Canada - the truth is hidden.
Whitewashed.
Instead, we are allowed to believe that modern indigenous problems are unrelated to their treatment by us, then and now, still hiding the truth, still allowing the injustices of the past to prevail today, still failing to address the consequences.
Why Brantford? Because the truth must be told."
...
ps. I left the internet alone whilst and after meeting Wanda, to be fully present...Friday I lost my phone at work and it was THANK FULLY. returned to me Monday. ..I'm doing a night shift this week.. which means my mind and body are more confused than usual. yikes.
Never a dull moment in Raisha's world.
Stay in orbit <3
Wednesday, 6 September 2017
Teenage Fever
I'm not sure how late I am to hop on the band wagon but I have been listening to Drakes -Teenage Fever like it's my anthem. The past week has been quite feverish in a most babe /adult manner.
I spent the weekend on another planet.
An emotional one.
The solar system I was orbiting in , was around the burning star of love.
Family love, friendship love, love love.
Day and night, literally the darkness that came as I spun around those planets, those peoples, and a new light came timely after.
Some days brought pizza and tea others showed why I usually close my eyes in darkness. Why I am meant to rest when the night comes and not be about in the hours when darkness defines my footsteps. Why I give people infinite chances.
Humans are so interesting. Forget personalities, facial features, hair colours. I mean like bone, flesh, vital organs, centre of control squishy scull covered , art forms.
"and if somehow you knew
that your love would be untrue , would you lie to me?
Why we like what we like, don't what we don't. Need what we want or want what we need. On my way back to earth (like yesterday..) I was going to apply for a Tea Sommelier course at Mohawk, just something to start mending some brain cells, make a routine and get a cool certificate that says I know some things about Tea.
I changed my mind/my mind was changed. In perhaps a well needed re-evaluation/ 2nd person's view at my current situations vs where I want to be...need to be.. Tea will always be there. Do I really need a piece of paper that tells me Tea loves me back?
I might change my mind back, when the next semester is rolling in January .
Than I started my first day at Ferrero Chocolate Factory.
On the contrary to usually meta me. Real world me said mhmmm 57 and packing rochers.? 53 and sitting pretty..?
I thought I stopped caring about being pretty a long time ago. And I hate money. And I keep reminding myself greatness is in the eye of the be greater. Than I get a bill for car repairs, or I get home and I think damn . Rent is cool because like having a place to live is cooler.
"This shit feels like teenage fever"
But I'm kind of scared of it.
For the record I can't take any products home so don't place any orders for Nutella in the comments... unless your offering to feed me and pay my rent...
*outro*
"So please forgive me
more ideas and stuff coming, yeah
yeah fam I'm waffling, tired fam..."
I spent the weekend on another planet.
An emotional one.
The solar system I was orbiting in , was around the burning star of love.
Family love, friendship love, love love.
Day and night, literally the darkness that came as I spun around those planets, those peoples, and a new light came timely after.
Some days brought pizza and tea others showed why I usually close my eyes in darkness. Why I am meant to rest when the night comes and not be about in the hours when darkness defines my footsteps. Why I give people infinite chances.
Humans are so interesting. Forget personalities, facial features, hair colours. I mean like bone, flesh, vital organs, centre of control squishy scull covered , art forms.
"and if somehow you knew
that your love would be untrue , would you lie to me?
Why we like what we like, don't what we don't. Need what we want or want what we need. On my way back to earth (like yesterday..) I was going to apply for a Tea Sommelier course at Mohawk, just something to start mending some brain cells, make a routine and get a cool certificate that says I know some things about Tea.
I changed my mind/my mind was changed. In perhaps a well needed re-evaluation/ 2nd person's view at my current situations vs where I want to be...need to be.. Tea will always be there. Do I really need a piece of paper that tells me Tea loves me back?
I might change my mind back, when the next semester is rolling in January .
Than I started my first day at Ferrero Chocolate Factory.
On the contrary to usually meta me. Real world me said mhmmm 57 and packing rochers.? 53 and sitting pretty..?
I thought I stopped caring about being pretty a long time ago. And I hate money. And I keep reminding myself greatness is in the eye of the be greater. Than I get a bill for car repairs, or I get home and I think damn . Rent is cool because like having a place to live is cooler.
"This shit feels like teenage fever"
But I'm kind of scared of it.
For the record I can't take any products home so don't place any orders for Nutella in the comments... unless your offering to feed me and pay my rent...
*outro*
"So please forgive me
more ideas and stuff coming, yeah
yeah fam I'm waffling, tired fam..."
Wednesday, 30 August 2017
Thanks Mom
I would like to dedicate this post to; as she is saved in the contacts list in my cellular device, Master of The Womb. Mom, Mum, Momsie, Mama, however you address your lovely give her a double high five from me and make sure you give her a good bear hug.
So like my Mom took me shopping on the weekend. Nooooooooo that's not the only reason for the appreciation. BUT. She bought me groceries, gave me money for gas just so darn unconditionally, I saw a totally different side of her.
My Mom and me have always had a funny relationship. Funny like she calls me Mom.. don't ask. She had 2 pet doves and named one Raisha. I taught her how to email right, and for atleast a year she wrote all her emails in the subject line. I told her every time and it wasn't until one day she asked
"How do you make your emails bigger?"
I realized she had no idea what she was doing and that just telling her wouldn't help.
If life isn't full circle man I just don't know what shape it is. I told my Mom I quit my job and she said
"Well. That's okay."
I can usually hear her turn around and tell the rest of my family members the 20/20 on my current affairs. This time she didn't . That's okay was all she said. Instead of back and forth between who's in the background , her and me, there was just a peaceful sort of understanding air.
I went down to see her on the weekend. We just chilled , shopped, ate and were merry. I cooked Okonomiyaki and she loved it, SHE NEVER EATS ANYTHING I COOK.
Is this adulthood? Are the clouds that used to hover over our relationship opening to clear blue skies?
Or she is so disappointed in me she rather just play it off and has since been filling paperwork for disownment...
MOM IF YOU'RE READING THIS I JUST LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND WANT TO TELL YOU AND THE INTERNET.
She just gets me , and loves me and feeds me soul food. I just felt so blown away and I feel bad it took this long to see how wonderful she is, but such is life I guess. I've learnt the most appreciation worthy moments often come when you take something that was always there and just look from another angle.
Anyways, I start working at Ferrero next Tuesday. (..I'll be looking like Augustus Gloop by the following Tuesday... ) Meanwhile I am trying to get started to study to be a ESL Teacher! I know absolutely nothing about how the post secondary school systems works and I call Mohawk College like very 2 hrs and 53 seconds to ask a question.
Today I sat in the general inquires office and made 2 origami boxes while I waited... I think they're putting me last on the inquires list..
Hug your Mama again if you didn't already. Don't forget a double high five from me.
Until next time <3 <3
So like my Mom took me shopping on the weekend. Nooooooooo that's not the only reason for the appreciation. BUT. She bought me groceries, gave me money for gas just so darn unconditionally, I saw a totally different side of her.
My Mom and me have always had a funny relationship. Funny like she calls me Mom.. don't ask. She had 2 pet doves and named one Raisha. I taught her how to email right, and for atleast a year she wrote all her emails in the subject line. I told her every time and it wasn't until one day she asked
"How do you make your emails bigger?"
I realized she had no idea what she was doing and that just telling her wouldn't help.
If life isn't full circle man I just don't know what shape it is. I told my Mom I quit my job and she said
"Well. That's okay."
I can usually hear her turn around and tell the rest of my family members the 20/20 on my current affairs. This time she didn't . That's okay was all she said. Instead of back and forth between who's in the background , her and me, there was just a peaceful sort of understanding air.
I went down to see her on the weekend. We just chilled , shopped, ate and were merry. I cooked Okonomiyaki and she loved it, SHE NEVER EATS ANYTHING I COOK.
Is this adulthood? Are the clouds that used to hover over our relationship opening to clear blue skies?
Or she is so disappointed in me she rather just play it off and has since been filling paperwork for disownment...
MOM IF YOU'RE READING THIS I JUST LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND WANT TO TELL YOU AND THE INTERNET.
She just gets me , and loves me and feeds me soul food. I just felt so blown away and I feel bad it took this long to see how wonderful she is, but such is life I guess. I've learnt the most appreciation worthy moments often come when you take something that was always there and just look from another angle.
Anyways, I start working at Ferrero next Tuesday. (..I'll be looking like Augustus Gloop by the following Tuesday... ) Meanwhile I am trying to get started to study to be a ESL Teacher! I know absolutely nothing about how the post secondary school systems works and I call Mohawk College like very 2 hrs and 53 seconds to ask a question.
Today I sat in the general inquires office and made 2 origami boxes while I waited... I think they're putting me last on the inquires list..
Hug your Mama again if you didn't already. Don't forget a double high five from me.
Until next time <3 <3
Wednesday, 23 August 2017
Quits Job and Says Thing Like..
↣I quit my job Monday, twice. Their going to mail the cheque.
↪I've always wanted to walk out of an office with my box of cubicle goodies .
↳The book I started reading says
"nothing is more unbearable, once one has it, than freedom",
Monday was the eclipse.
Here I am.
↻The job got me this far where I am content. The perhaps after shock of my earth quake shook me to pursue environments where I can be more____ je ne sais quoi..
↷My goal is to sustain myself on conscious community culture. I am much better off spending 7.5 hrs a day 5 days a week this way.
⇘Everything is what you make it.
↠I didn't ask. You answered. That's your breath not mine.
↣We're all doing it for the first time.
⇢I watered my plants and it rained. Sometimes you just don't know.
⇰I shouldn't have to talk about my vagina to be heard.
↭Don't blame the system change it.
↘"A none toxic radical blluuuee"
↪I've always wanted to walk out of an office with my box of cubicle goodies .
↳The book I started reading says
"nothing is more unbearable, once one has it, than freedom",
Monday was the eclipse.
Here I am.
↻The job got me this far where I am content. The perhaps after shock of my earth quake shook me to pursue environments where I can be more____ je ne sais quoi..
↷My goal is to sustain myself on conscious community culture. I am much better off spending 7.5 hrs a day 5 days a week this way.
⇘Everything is what you make it.
↠I didn't ask. You answered. That's your breath not mine.
↣We're all doing it for the first time.
⇢I watered my plants and it rained. Sometimes you just don't know.
⇰I shouldn't have to talk about my vagina to be heard.
↭Don't blame the system change it.
↘"A none toxic radical blluuuee"
↱Its not the system that fails people, it's people who fail
people (yes inevitably “the system" as it be, is run by people.)
⇄Arctic Monkey- Teddy Picker. (last verse.)
⇛caboom.
Wednesday, 16 August 2017
--Misleading
Coming back to this,
Match
Strike once, twice. .
"Third times the charm"
Living cliche
Living Monday with the longing to surpass Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday to Friday 16:00.
Here I am Wednesday. Pay Day. Blog Day.
Making ends meet.
Artful/passionful/productive outlets are key. My front door right now is locked . 7:30 I leave for work. Locking it behind me again. Last night I had a dance party for 2. Today I will do the same with numbers and cibc tellers.
"I look forward to speaking with you."
We've now tailored our messages at work to be more personal.
It's all very interesting, I wish I could say more .
THIS SUNDAY I'M HAVING A HOUSE WARMING
"Aritag ttoooaaassst"
I missed you. Stay weird.
Match
Strike once, twice. .
"Third times the charm"
Living cliche
Living Monday with the longing to surpass Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday to Friday 16:00.
Here I am Wednesday. Pay Day. Blog Day.
Making ends meet.
Artful/passionful/productive outlets are key. My front door right now is locked . 7:30 I leave for work. Locking it behind me again. Last night I had a dance party for 2. Today I will do the same with numbers and cibc tellers.
"I look forward to speaking with you."
We've now tailored our messages at work to be more personal.
It's all very interesting, I wish I could say more .
THIS SUNDAY I'M HAVING A HOUSE WARMING
"Aritag ttoooaaassst"
I missed you. Stay weird.
Wednesday, 9 August 2017
Before I'm Gone Forever..
It's been 2 weeks me and this apartment have lived together. And I think it's a forever thing. The freedom is a beautiful comfort and a stone which I've stumbled on. I just got to the bottom of the fall today , I got up and watched a video being created by a wonderful human I used to live with. It shook me from a gorgeous slumber.
I told him it took my breath away.
I got a couch this weekend and my place is really looking like a home. $35 at value village, thin wooded frame with these lush, suave, sleek black cushions. It's perfect.
Last weekend I got a bed after 7 days on make shift sleeping apparatuses.
I've eaten breakfast on the floor in front of the window where I now have 4 potted plants.
I baked 3 cakes without baking powder... they're all shit.
I have been in my own world. Ambitioning and procrastinating until today.
"When I'm ready though."
There's only so much of your time you can give to the world before you realise you're never getting it back.
I got a bit reckless.
But I'm back .
This morning was extremely refreshing. I filled a few pages of a vibrant green notebook, writing with a matching vibrant pen . I had to switch writing utensils twice. There is nothing more frustrating than a pen thats ink starts to skip , than the 2nd pen literally exploded . 3rd pink ink baby love carried me 6 pages until I finished my coffee and settled my emotions.
slowly but surely
just whistling and balancing.
stay tuned.
I told him it took my breath away.
I got a couch this weekend and my place is really looking like a home. $35 at value village, thin wooded frame with these lush, suave, sleek black cushions. It's perfect.
Last weekend I got a bed after 7 days on make shift sleeping apparatuses.
I've eaten breakfast on the floor in front of the window where I now have 4 potted plants.
I baked 3 cakes without baking powder... they're all shit.
I have been in my own world. Ambitioning and procrastinating until today.
"When I'm ready though."
There's only so much of your time you can give to the world before you realise you're never getting it back.
I got a bit reckless.
But I'm back .
This morning was extremely refreshing. I filled a few pages of a vibrant green notebook, writing with a matching vibrant pen . I had to switch writing utensils twice. There is nothing more frustrating than a pen thats ink starts to skip , than the 2nd pen literally exploded . 3rd pink ink baby love carried me 6 pages until I finished my coffee and settled my emotions.
slowly but surely
just whistling and balancing.
stay tuned.
Sunday, 30 July 2017
Young Adultery
Young Adultery..
It’s supposed to be a play on words.
Section 1: Sentence 2 of “Young Adultery”, posted through the
internet, in the form of a blog titled Raisha’s World. In relations to the previously
described; the following is a part of such media to be known individually as “Young
Adultery” .
The “Play on words” as referenced in Section 1: Sentence 1 is
to be interpreted as defined below :
Young; new, juvenile, formative years,
Adultery ; betrayal, treason
Young Adultery issss...
*smoke. mirrors. spelling bees buzzing*
Me moving out .
Like into the world of “on the kitchen table” and “that’d be perfect for my living room”. I’m so ph-ing excited for it. THIS WEEKEND. I
should be able to move everything in one van load. Than stay up all night
putting it all in pretty places. Boom by Monday I’ll be coming home to my own
little love shack.
For the love of tea parties and fondue! I will probably get
a hamster or a pet rock too just to keep things G Rated. Having a whole place
to myself will be strange, in a way that is good for me, perhaps more than I understand
now. My cubicle from 8-4 will pay for my creativity, independence, recipes and
green thinking to thrive!
It’s actually really exciting. Maybe not so much for my Dad,
I haven’t asked yet. I’m not sure if I will. He knows I’m moving out and it is
rather sudden but I feel it is past due. I’ll ask him how he feels the first
dinner he comes over for. Hopefully I can rent an elephant to stand in the room
and relieve tension.
Ouuu if I can ask one favour ... recipes of your grandma’s best
tomato sauce, oat meal cookies anything that will give me stars on my reputation
for old womanly qualities. I want my place to smell like burnt knitting needles
and chocolate cake. I’ll change my blog name to “The Millennial Grandma “ and
post about the secrets to raising the purrfect cat.
In notice of my elder evolution I will be taking a brief hiatus from
the World Wide Web. Please write me
Raisha Chamberlain
146 Nelson Street Brantford, ON
N3S 4B6, Canada
This is my “old” address. My Dad’s house but I’ll need to switch up my
excuses for going over to get food or do laundry. Until next time, sign ,seal ,deliver those
famous Grandma recipes to my prior homely estate and perhaps I will write of my
jaunty new abode, using curry instead of cinnamon or the neighbourhood cat
gangs. Either way I will have a desk and some new-fangled freedom of expression.
Peace and place matts,
Raisha Chamberlain. Sr.
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