It’s an inconvenient reality in my life that it takes the stillness of the late hours when most others are sleeping for me to be able to think clearly. I suppose by think clearly I more rightly mean to think about and meditate on clarity, or what at least I believe or must come to believe to be true for me. Daytime is about reaction and response and frenetic action and time spent whirling in what can feel like an unrelenting torrent of white water like currents. Night is about contemplation and stillness and being able to put together the pieces, feel what must be felt, and decide the next courses of action. Continue reading →
Answer: In the large pot in the kitchen.
On our adventures yesterday my wife jumped out of the car, did a ninja barrel-roll at 50 kilometers an hour and attacked a consignment store she’d spotted on a previous excursion. Or possibly it might have been that she ran in while M and I circled the block a couple of times. Either way, after a short play in near freezing if not freezing temperatures, bathed in the golden mid-afternoon winter sunlight (the light this time of year is just gorgeous!) in the kids playground at John Lawson Park in West Van., and following warm drinks and snacks all around, my wife discovered a pair of classic yellow gum-boots for M in the aforementioned consignment store. At home M tried on his new boots and it was probably two hours before he’d let us take them off again. “Boot,” he said proudly pointing. So simple yet so happy. Kids are fun.
I’ve posted a couple of new things today, most of them written in the last two weeks. As much as the writing here might suggest that I just toss these posts out there I do in fact generally re-read and re-work them several times before posting. I enjoy writing and aspire to be a better writer so it’s exercise, exercise, exercise. Of course the trick is carving out the time for this hobby and keeping things moving slowly forward to completion. We’ll see where it all leads. If nothing else I think this will prove to be an interesting record of the journey.
More soon.
My wife has been I think reasonably disappointed that each day when she leaves for work our son isn’t more upset. He’ll stand in the living room and wave goodbye relatively nonplussed about the departure. While his descending into the throws of do-not-leave-me despair wouldn’t be the most pleasant thing for me being left behind to have to console, I do appreciate that seeing perhaps a little heartache at the separation might be a little comforting for her.
It was then completely heartwarming today when his response to her bye from the front door resulted in him yelling “Hug!” and coming running from the living room at top tottering toddler speed. That’s a big moment.
