Light gives of itself freely, filling all available space. It does not seek anything in return; it asks not whether you are friend or foe. It gives of itself and is not thereby diminished.
~Michael Strassfeld
Monday, May 30, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
delayed
I have all sorts of photo's I want to be able to put up, but my laptop is in getting de-virused, so I'm stuck with the big, extremely slow clunker that we hide in the basement.
There is no way I will be able to get my pictures on to this beast, and then have enough time to load them to blogger.
I REALLY want to be able to get some pictures up.
I took some really good ones on my trip to New York and I need to get them off my camera and up here before I explode with impatience.
There is no way I will be able to get my pictures on to this beast, and then have enough time to load them to blogger.
I REALLY want to be able to get some pictures up.
I took some really good ones on my trip to New York and I need to get them off my camera and up here before I explode with impatience.
Monday, May 16, 2011
frightening, but worth it.
Our eggs have hatched!
And let's just say the mother is very protective.
I put myself in harms way to get these photo's,
but seeing the growth in these little wonders is definitely worth it.
I'm excited to see the changes that are continuing to happen to these little babies.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
mile stones
Everyone has moments that stick out in their memory forever. Moments that mark an achievement or small(or big) triumphs.
This week I reached a places, that I didn't think would happen for me.
On Monday my piano teacher presented me with my new set of Grade 8 RCM books.
This feels like something I need a party for!
It's not like I'm near ready to take that exam, but I'm ready to start learning pieces of that difficultly.
My piano story is one filled with strange twists and turns, joys and despairs.
I started piano lessons when I was 5, with a 15-year-old friend of the family.
That's when I learned where middle C is, and the other note names, and finger numbers.
After a year or so of that, I think I started lessons with my neighbour across the street, who gave lessons out of her house.
She moved away, when I was about 8, and I started taking lessons with her sister, who also lived across the street and gave lessons out of her home studio.
At around 9-years-old, I got sick of my lessons.
Things started to become harder, and I wasn't getting it, and the easier stuff I found boring and unchallenging.
So I quit.
I had never taken an exam, played in Kiwanis, or even got into graded books at that point.
I just kind of forgot about the whole thing for a few years.
Then when I was 13, I decided I might as well try it again.
And I loved it.
Now I was ready for the things I had found challenging before. Things had become easier, and more fun to play beyond just hitting the notes.
I took my grade 4 piano at age 14. And I felt really dumb, since at that point I was way "behind" all my friends my age who played piano.
I did well on my exam, but then lessons after that started not working as well.
My teacher had me playing the same 3(not long) pieces for a year, each time saying they were perfect, but I should play them for her again.
Then this past summer she moved away, so I decided it was time to find a new teacher.
I'm pretty sure I would have wanted to, even if she hadn't moved away.
Now. Here I am, with my Grade 8 books.
The exact same level as my friends who have been playing and taking lessons without breaks.
It feels good.
It feels like something that just should be.
This week I reached a places, that I didn't think would happen for me.
On Monday my piano teacher presented me with my new set of Grade 8 RCM books.
This feels like something I need a party for!
It's not like I'm near ready to take that exam, but I'm ready to start learning pieces of that difficultly.
My piano story is one filled with strange twists and turns, joys and despairs.
I started piano lessons when I was 5, with a 15-year-old friend of the family.
That's when I learned where middle C is, and the other note names, and finger numbers.
After a year or so of that, I think I started lessons with my neighbour across the street, who gave lessons out of her house.
She moved away, when I was about 8, and I started taking lessons with her sister, who also lived across the street and gave lessons out of her home studio.
At around 9-years-old, I got sick of my lessons.
Things started to become harder, and I wasn't getting it, and the easier stuff I found boring and unchallenging.
So I quit.
I had never taken an exam, played in Kiwanis, or even got into graded books at that point.
I just kind of forgot about the whole thing for a few years.
Then when I was 13, I decided I might as well try it again.
And I loved it.
Now I was ready for the things I had found challenging before. Things had become easier, and more fun to play beyond just hitting the notes.
I took my grade 4 piano at age 14. And I felt really dumb, since at that point I was way "behind" all my friends my age who played piano.
I did well on my exam, but then lessons after that started not working as well.
My teacher had me playing the same 3(not long) pieces for a year, each time saying they were perfect, but I should play them for her again.
Then this past summer she moved away, so I decided it was time to find a new teacher.
I'm pretty sure I would have wanted to, even if she hadn't moved away.
Now. Here I am, with my Grade 8 books.
The exact same level as my friends who have been playing and taking lessons without breaks.
It feels good.
It feels like something that just should be.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Being a girl.
I don't think that at anytime anyone should ever be able to say, "you know, you just don't expect that from a girl."
The word Girl shouldn't be be used as a limitation.
We are now at a place where we shouldn't have to fall back on gender specific roles.
A Girl can wear dresses, get dirty, play with bugs, have a collection of barbies, want to be a police officer and a mom when she grows up.
A person can't be labeled by what the world thinks a girls', or boys' role should be.
Women have pushed through many stereotypes and restrictions.
But obviously there are still more to get rid of.
When someone tells me that catching and saving a spider isn't "something you expect from a girl", I feel like there is something wrong with that.
Sure men a women have equal rights, in North American anyways, but there is still a gap that needs to be bridged.
I am proud to play in the mud, pick up spiders, have my stuffed animals lined up on my bed, love purple and be a girl.
I don't think anyone should ever 'not expect' something from me.
I am who I am, and I will continue to change and break rules for as long as I'm able.
The word Girl shouldn't be be used as a limitation.
We are now at a place where we shouldn't have to fall back on gender specific roles.
A Girl can wear dresses, get dirty, play with bugs, have a collection of barbies, want to be a police officer and a mom when she grows up.
A person can't be labeled by what the world thinks a girls', or boys' role should be.
Women have pushed through many stereotypes and restrictions.
But obviously there are still more to get rid of.
When someone tells me that catching and saving a spider isn't "something you expect from a girl", I feel like there is something wrong with that.
Sure men a women have equal rights, in North American anyways, but there is still a gap that needs to be bridged.
I am proud to play in the mud, pick up spiders, have my stuffed animals lined up on my bed, love purple and be a girl.
I don't think anyone should ever 'not expect' something from me.
I am who I am, and I will continue to change and break rules for as long as I'm able.
Monday, May 2, 2011
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