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2013 Rhapsody, in A Major

A year of sailing seven seas, internal.
Year of the spirochete, infernal.
Mortal heart of a child, eternal.

Girl + Infection = Outcome Unexpected

Girl + Infection = more pills than Lego pieces, per capita

Rectangles, round, ovals, gel caps,
    pasties, sublinguals, compounded, and tablets.
    (to navigate the bottles, you’ll require maps!)

Yet…

I’ve swallowed more handfuls of pills
    than fears.
I’ve dripped more drops of medications,
    than tears.
I’ve flown beyond this body,
    but always come back.

If life = chronic infection:
    hold close the light: it’s more illuminating than blackness
embrace love: let it heal and guide you
    follow you heart, to your path
lead with hope, and courage will follow
    find this moment, and you’ll receive the present
trust in happiness: it never left
    welcome life, your old friend
live in your life: you’ll discover it’s waiting

open your arms, and embrace your future
open your mind, and wisdom and perseverance will arrive
open your heart, and love will fill it.

The beginning of the journey never promised
    a fairy-tale ending,
But
    the truth? At the end of five years?

Girl > Infection.

A note: This poem came to me this morning while watching the clock change from December 31, 2012, 11:59 PM to January 1, 2013, 12:00.

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Resolved

For sanity’s sake, I cannot consider the changing year of our Gregorian calendar of much importance. If I pause to contemplate where two-and-a-half years of my life have disappeared to, I would mentally skid to a very abrupt, and painful halt. I’d rather make a big deal of New Years when I can have my champagne (not Pellegrino) and drink it too.

The sun sets on the ferry’s in the downtown inner harbor (Parliament Building to far Left)

All in all, the first day of the second decade of the second millennium went exceptionally well. People say that the way you spend the first days of the new year reflect on how the new year will be. That is absolutely ridiculous…every day should be lived as though it is the day, wonderful and fresh and free of mistakes in the morning, yet today’s actions will be tomorrows memories and consequences.

One of my goods friends from GNS, Roy, is staying with us, which is really nice. It is strange to think of all my friends living so far away, but wonderful to have them closer, even if its only for a few weeks. It was a beautiful day, where the clouds are streaked across the sky, the sun peaking between the slits in the sky. Pristine, and refreshingly cold. I was bundled up in true Canadian spirit.


War memorial at dusk

It was nice to just be downtown. I used to explore all over our wonderful capital frequently; admiring the views, meeting friends, checking out places, and just breathing in the crisp air. The city core has a wonderful feel. If you head away from the water, the amount of tourists who wander there become less and less, and you can discover the ‘real’ city. A major part of our industry is tourism, so there is a nice, marked up district, where there is an abundance of maple-leaf emblazoned items for sale, maple syrup, and mini native totem poles.
 
We ended up for a snack a small place in China town (fondly known as ‘China Block’, and a much more accurate name).  Good food!
Another day in beautiful BC.

Festive trees in Bastion Square

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A Year.

31 556 926 Seconds. 525 986 Minutes. 8 766 Hours. 52 Weeks. 12 Months. 1 Year.

What? Is it that time again already? Have we really already travelled around the sun? Has it really been so long?

It sounds like a hell of a long time on paper. All those second…how can I fill them? All those week…what will happen? In January, my birthday feels forever away!

Despite what they say, I know time is much quicker than the clock would have you believe. It is prejudice.Math classes drag by, waiting for doctors seems like an age, but happiness flies by and before you know it, it has passes smoothly into a fond memory.

“When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder second feels like an hour. That’s relativity.” ~Albert Einstein 

How can I reflect on a year? A blank slate, a bowl used to being filled with memories that is so shockingly empty. What can I but what other people have said? That I am progressing, but that I am, if you compare it in larger chunks. That sounds wonderful on paper, but my bones would have to strongly disagree.

It is an hour before the big 2010. When I was in grade 3, I first calculated when I would graduate, and the magic number 2010 and the phrase “Class of ’10” has always put a smile on my face and filled me with the possibility of possibilities. It has become more to me now, it has become a mantra, and I try to focus on the knowledge that I will graduate this June. Hope.

My reflections on the year? Undoubtably good, undoubtably bad in places. I have grown up and grown wiser (hopefully). I have taken to heart the advise about learning lessons the hard way.

I await the New Year with great anticipation…an hour! and Hour!

I wish you all a very Happy New Year, and hopefully a happier and healthier year of next.

Good luck, and Good night.

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A While Ago It Was So.

New Years Eve. Wow. A whole year has passed? Really? Are you quite sure? Because to me it should be the summer, and I have a fever and I should be waking up in the spare room of our house. Because that’s where I’m still stuck. 

I remember last New Years Eve. Next-door party. Lots of chips, and my first foray into 7 Layer Dip (which looks so nice until you take a bite and then the dish looks all gross!). I remember Champagne and a Christmas tree brushing the top of a cathedral ceiling, the needles dry and presents unwrapped sitting under the tree. And I remember learning that Journey song ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ on the out of tune piano and playing it over and over again until I could play it with the funky rhythm right. We played tag and hide-and-go-seek with way to much shrieking and hiding. And playing speed and some board game. And the game with stacking cups. And counting down till midnight, surrounded by good people, and the kids throwing torn paper down from the balcony.
You see, I can remember. The past. I forget that I used to remember sometimes. It feels strange to have the past in my mind when five minutes ago is gone. That was a good New Years Party. And I went home really late, crossing the grass in-between our houses in the pitch blackness, running, a nervous knot in my stomach until the motion light clicked on the side of our house. 
I do remember, you know.
I was sick then. I think a cold, or perhaps the beginning of a flu or something. Or I was getting over something. I wasn’t right and things weren’t right but it was too perfect to say it. Ever been in that place? Where something is so wrong and to say it would break the spell that makes it appear okay? So wrong it’s right almost, you don’t want to crack open that ugliness and feel the truth.
But this time it doesn’t feel cheesy to make some New Years hopes. To want a better year in 2009, for all of you and for me. ‘Cause next year is going to be hard, but it’s going to be different. It’s going to hurt and it’s going to get bad so it can get good. I put all that hope for a new year out there. That this year, things will be better. A year is a long time. A long time to change. 
People always said life isn’t fair, it’s just I never understood what that meant.  
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