Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Vodka Soda:

"You rearrange me until I'm sane..." Brain Damage, Easy Star All-Stars, Dub Side of the Moon.

"There'd b someone in my head id not me"...

Out of Context {in context}:

...."Get Yourself a Lawyer and a Gun".... - The Stokes, Red Light, First Impressions of Earth

Only way to start the day, is with ‘your’.... I mean MY script:

We all have lives. It’s how we find the balance between our lives and the meetings in between the lines we draw for safety.  
 ...(and we hope no one will realize if/why/why not we did or did not colour outside of the lines)... 
Growing into ourselves, living as these lives, I tend to get dizzy sometimes because I am not sure if I wrote/read/rehearsed my script yet, for the day.         



no worries about reading it - whenever you can. i have it organized in a chaotic/organized fashion: pick a spot and scroll...


Drinking In the Lights, In the Dark

Product  by association
Abbreviated symbiosis
Monochromatic Life path

Pockets of home-time
Are car-times;
The Road is my Home.


You or what they think of You?

I have never done anything right. I've been going around with my head in a sling for years. Rebel Without a Cause, James Dean

Monday, January 30, 2012

March 2005, Newcastle, Australia

Murder In A Row House
Merriment now;
They found her body melting to the floor
Three doors down,
Faith gone from her eyes.
Everyone watching cried;
Everyone who couldn't see lied.
This block isn’t as casual as we thought with
Sunlight sharing balconies more than coincidences -
I believe it can be so hard to understand.

Copyright 2010-2012. PomonaLIFE, All Rights Reserved.

realistic ideology and comforting behaviour... and the best chorus to plug your earbuds and ipod into:

"I can be alone Yah, I can watch a sunset on my own..."

- Kate Nash, Merry Happy, Made of Bricks

Healthy vs Healing

What is the difference between healthy and healing? When sickness is cut out, it breathes in its open sore.
As a child, the hospital means hope.  As an adult, it is just another threshold and door to walk through.
Scars are bragging rights and friends are the rallying cheers.
Death is final; celebrate the healed. 



An industry of instant gratification
From the buyers and the servers
Rungs from the bottom's beginning
Climbing and surviving
Chirp, chirp, chirping
Where Entitlement is as provocative as the night's special:
Daily Chef doses of Mature Brazen Ham.

{Written by: Andrea Currie}

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Men on Love:

Like Grandpa always said, you can tell the size of a man's heart by the size of the button on his lapel. - Gypsy, 1962

Friday, January 27, 2012


The Purpose of Our Lives is to Be Happy. - Dalai Lama

Friday's are:

  • Social liability
  • Important segways for life's mundane
  • Already happening
  • Brave new experiences
  • Old fashioned endings
  • Minor inebriation
  • Major intoxication
  • Off to work for some
  • Done work for most
Fridays are, corresponding successions and a break in the pace of pressure.  Happy Friday!


An Image:

Anger blows out the lamp of the mind. - Robert  Ingersoll

Hidden Agenda

We are like paint drying
Staying in one place leaning toward the sun
There is more company in the shade of our shadows
As we slant, blinded by our ignorance;

Staying in one place with these iron roots
Forgetting to water,
I rust
I need attention -

Separating days by meals craving just the sauce
I’ll be the centre of my life;
Underestimate me in this empty room
And I will make a mess of your life

Don’t call me if you’re not going to speak
Silence is wrong timing, grinding us into pieces -
Mealy mouthed
Honey speech;

Rocks thrown like alarm clocks
Whipping blades and their makers
Dress warm on days like today,
We are as exciting as watching paint dry.

{Written by: Andrea Currie}

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Out of Context:

"What if your engine stalled?"
"I never worry about things like that, worry could kill a man."

- The Lion, 1962 (http://www.tcm.com/schedule/)

Finis! "February " (2012). 15cmx22cm. Fine Tip Black Archival Ink on Canal Jute. 15Hrs.

After the days of days and the end of a session lasting longer than anticipated as some of layers were fueled with Neil Young, "My My Hey Hey"... and many more fine-tipped precisions running lower than empty in their blackest of wells - but here we are.  Finished.


Implied Reactions

As I write fairy tales and relearn these lessons, what is the most important thing we are to take from growing up?  Is it a memory... an image... or an impression?  A taste... a smell... or a voice?



Life is curvy, find the right rails so you don't bounce off.



Cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind and fills it with a steady and perpetual serenity.
- Joseph Addison

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Women on Men:

A little girl says to her Mother, "Mama I been thinking; how come I don't have a father?"
Mother replies, sitting prompt and upright, "Because you're lucky!"

- Gypsy, 1962

Something from my childhood....

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And Heaven in an wild flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour.
- William Blake

Dreaming Awake:

Coming to an end. Everything must end.  Seasons end, begin again, and end. We wake up, sleep and wake up again.  And all the while we are dreaming.
As childhood memories form themselves into these seasonal building blocks compiling Lifes' lessons, warnings and nursery rhymes filter our subconscious. Are we ever clear with intention?  Messages get misunderstood and forgotten. We manipulate their morals as we ourselves are blurred by time. 
Wiping the sleep from my eyes, unravelling my skin from the sheets of my impressions, I let go of where I was inside the paths of my mind, living lives and stories not confined to this world. 



"He woke up this morning with salt in his nose... do this, do that..".-  Marty, 1955

Take5: ...sometime in the 1980's the phone rang..

"Life is very opportunistic." Douglas Adams, (satirist, author)

Ted.com http://www.ted.com/talks/douglas_adams_parrots_the_universe_and_everything.html

Blind river dolphins, reclusive lemurs, a parrot as fearless as it is lovelorn ... Douglas Adams' close encounters with these rare and unusual animals reveal that evolution, ever ingenious, can be fickle too -- in a University of California talk that sparkles with his trademark satiric wit. (Summarized care of: www.ted.com)


Listening is a magnetic and strange thing, a creative force.  The friends who listen to us are the ones we move toward.  When we are listened to, it creates us, makes us unfold and expand.
- Karl Menninger

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Plane Food:

Take5: Dark in the middle of the night is when Neil Young comes out....

TEDtalk http://www.ted.com/talks/diana_nyad_extreme_swimming_with_the_world_s_most_dangerous_jellyfish.html

Summary (care of TED.com)
In the 1970s, Diana Nyad set long-distance swim records that are still unbroken. Thirty years later, at 60, she attempted her longest swim yet, from Cuba to Florida. In this funny, powerful talk at TEDMED, she talks about how to prepare mentally to achieve an extreme dream, and asks: What will YOU do with your wild, precious life?

Higher Order Thinking and the Diary of a Young Girl

A Collage:
Art Class
Travel... travel... travel....


Airport Kindness:

Turn sideways - shimmy down the isle.  Save {my} elbows!!



Have a passionate love affair with what doesn't exist.  Move forward. Your story is what you have done.


Monday, January 23, 2012

Flashback Las Vegas


Flashback Las Vegas

A homeless man is talking to his homeless friends, "I tell people from all over the world I am homeless but I have fun!"  He is very tanned, dirty and smiling.  He has cracked lips and hands, and he is surrounded by a smoky and briny crowd.

I continue to walk down Flamingo Road.  It is 15 degrees Celsius, sunny and blue skies. It is another morning in Las Vegas.

I stroll above the ground on escalators and moving walkways, propelling myself forward with the other hundred wanderers through marble paths and monolithic pillars.  Stumbling with elegance. “Don’t forget you have a f’n belly button.” A younger homeless man with blond hair shouts out.  He sits with a crew of similar statues, “These are my f’n family!”

Up, down, across, through - the world is scaled architecturally and labelled accordingly – Paris is written on a blue concrete and glittered balloon as the Eiffel Tower stands in its shadow. I lean back on my heels and sweep my view in a pirouette: the Venetian offers Gondola Rides through and around; Celine is Back! Banners and billboards show faces and expressions advertising what we are going to see, and what we have already missed; Blue Man Group, Magicians, and Jubilee are naked anticipation; Treasure Island is whimsical; the Wynn is inviting.  My neck spins with my eyes looking out for miles searching past ardent smiles, we are skating along flashing marble forums and floors in its cacophony of sounds.  It’s a show – a sold out, tickets on sale, sold out, on sale now, show.  I have no idea where I am going, I only know where I have been.

At the intersection of Las Vegas Blvd and Flamingo Road, black and colourful larger than life letters write the scene: Tiffany, Gucci, Giorgio Armani, Caesar’s Palace, Flamingo Hotel, Bills Gambling Hall, Ballys, Paris – I am pressed down by their skyscrapers and beige manicured cubed concrete precision.

Day and night hold a different view. Last night and the scene was hypnotizing but as day time sunny skies cool the heat of last night's florescent streak, I flash my own scenes of remembrance.

I am a passenger on the stairs; a citizen of the view. 

Inside.  Decor resembling artisan’s ethnic, oriental and exotic mirrors are balloons like red buttons which fasten America to accents, places and things of expression.  These cultural flares on the walls, in the air and on the floors lead me through outdoor-indoor decor.  Play things are inside and reversible.

And in every room, for every function, are the poker machines and the levers which reach out and plead for you to ‘hold their hand’ as the chain smoking smoke screens cocooning the sick, curious and the foreign trap us all.


Flashback Las Vegas

Toronto – Vegas
I drink with my pinkie in the air for balance.  I weigh the contents of my beverage with the light of the air as a gesture of finesse and possibility.
Here lies the journey with a backdrop of airport madness, drama and over-tired child hysteria.  Subdued patience. No one is smiling. Energy channeled into these pits of anxiety. 
However, I am confident. I am excited. I am smiling.


Theme of Today:

Authentic Fame. - PomonaLIFE

A different way of saying, 'annoyed'

"You pressed a mood into my day." - The Swiss 007



Every Failure is a Perspective,
Every Adventure a Tool.
Every Belt a Weapon's Accessory
{Insert Interpretation Here}


Sunday, January 22, 2012

Relationship's Voice, Woman on Man:

I am on the other side of the universe chasing the ends of the Milky Way, trailing my thoughts away from you because into you, I do not exist. 


Inspired by LAS

Plane rides are pivotal platforms
Purging perspectives and pretending pressures,
Suspending obligations by dictating
The new and exciting as journey. 
Holiday or business
Mixing and manoeuvrings with
Clean underwear and dirty socks.
Travel.  Space travel.
Continental corners and dusty road warriors
Make money. Spend money. 
Dietary concerns and over indulging recesses
Where balconies are colourful and
Landscapes various.
Entertaining, entertained; entertainment.
The glorious revolution of self in the moment 
Is discovery. 

{Written by: Andrea Currie}

Intruder; Woman and Men:

Why do strange men stop when I walk by.  They leer, and look through the lenses of my veneer shades. They find my eyes and yet they are not invited.
I am exposed; unwarranted abundance.


For Crystal:

Pick the scar
Dress the scab
Praise the wound.

{Written by: Andrea Currie}

A Good Thought:

Change the outcome in your mind. - PomonaLIFE

Sunday, January 15, 2012


I am going on a mission.  Finding depths to a perspective larger than myself.  Here we go... Vegas...  and if I forgot my phone charger, I am sorry for my inability to communicate.


January 15th, 2012. Fat Duck, and Soul Food:

I am waiting. Pining. Stewing over probability like an incisive itch.  Scratch, scratch, scratching all of the ways I failed.  Begin. Begin again. And file these experiences and matters of the heart and move on. Move on. Move on.  Love is not one-sided. Adventure is comforting. But don’t let it tear you away from a state of being. Just be. And ‘he’ will find you. 

{Written by: Andrea Currie}

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Friday, January 13, 2012

Flashback: Coat check girl at a Christmas Party

Cheer and Cheerers.
Coat check girl at a Christmas Party;
Partly infatuated with the idea, mostly won over by the lights and the decor...
Friday night in Collingwood.
Water the mixing and mingling with the polished and collared,
All the while,
I know I'm missing 'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof' where preparation or perspiration make no sense at all.
Or is that here?

Men on Women:

"If your mascara runs you're going to discolour your vodka." - Bob Hope, Bachelor in Paradise, 1961



Question: Am I going for the right reasons?


Answer: No.


Out of Context {in context}:

.."I Want to Breathe that Fire Again"... - The Killers, Read My Mind, Sam's Town

Friday 13th

Now you are just someone that I used to know...

Affirmation for the Year:

I trust in the Process of Art - PomonaLIFE

Half-way through, a little lost, but I will revisit this one:

..." You're right! Is that all you want in Life?..." - Joy in the Morning., 1965

{A law student and his bride try to build a life together despite her fear of intimacyhttp://www.tcm.com/schedule/}

Thursday, January 12, 2012

My Values, Your Values and Teen-Tween-inbetween-the-scene-actually-making-the-scene?

As I do several things... like play with the lives of others while behind the barriers of my imaginary force-field walls of cause-and-effect....  I am writing and mapping out a Children's Book.  I will write, draw, edit and publish.Coming Soon: PomonaLIFE Publications

While researching values and society's perspective on such 'trivial' things, I have come across an interesting article regarding Child Values... or rather, the values demonstrated on television shows today. 

Interesting read, Take5. http://newsroom.ucla.edu/portal/ucla/popular-tv-shows-teach-children-210119.aspx

Relationships. Women on Men....

If you don't stir the pot, your sauce will burn.

Gene Kelly gets me every time....

"Why don't you use your right hand?"
"I use my right hand for my drinking!"

-The Three Musketeers, 1948.

Waking up to revelations

Men are cowards and women are liars. .... -  Andrea Currie http://www.thepomonalife.blogspot.com/2011/12/road-trip-part-1-good-bye-whistler.html

To All the above and those in other social windows, if only TO themselves - sometimes the hardest way out is the easiest in the long run. Just say'n! {Wattsy, we mull together...}

February Resolutions 2012

MY goal 
is to learn to use technology
to have technology help me
do several things at once;
to work hard, play hard - write all the time.
document. preserve.
and make time affordable.

 {signed and spat: Andrea Currie}

Late nite pep talk

Only Way to Share is to Produce - PomonaLIFE

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Wednesday Background Noise

Sitcom Muse: How I met Your Mother.....Women vs Suits. Joining together, infusing humour to the next half hour or so... 30 Rock.... Flashback holidays and drive-way mishaps.... Modern Family... to come.


I turn every Experience into an Opportunity.  Look around, above and then around again. 

Royal Bahamian Potcake: K9 Rescue!

Your Light & Care
Forgiveness & Stare
Show those of 'Us'
A little less involved
To Evolve
For the Cause
That should keep us up at night.
Give In & Give Back
To Your Choice,
But take a look at this Woman's Voice!!
Jodie Hawker, 
Royal Bahamian Potcake: K9 Rescue
* Looking for Foster Homes
* Donations
* Adoptions

Good Luck Hawker!!

BBC ,Tea and Global Intrigue.... Love and Relationships, or just relationships...

Japan population declining, "We offer free health care....... but relationships are the question....." says a Japanese official.

"I don't find interest in taking the time to get to know her parents or my parents liking her; there's too much pressure..." says a young Japanese man

"Maybe women are seemingly too strong.... finding a man to keep up with a them seems to be the question." poses the reporter.  

"...Some call me too bubbly...." says a young professional Japanese woman. 

"Falling in love with each other seems difficult for the young," the reporter summarizes.

The Weight of an Image is Ocean Blue and the backdrop is a cage of corruption, concrete and dust.

...."The South Pacific has no Memory..." - Andy, Shawshank Redemption, (1994)

The Cat:

 Every time I come into the room I check to see if he is still breathing. ...

"I'm mad as hell... and I'm not going to take it anymore..." (The Movie: Network)

"You are talking about putting a manifested irresponsible man on television!?!" - Robert Duvall, Network, 1976

How quickly the phenomenal state of affairs breed our current states of affairs.  Cyclical and seasonal; dominant and colourful. Layered with experience. We are.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Driving....Listening to Fred...

"Everything they do, it's because they think you will like it...." - Fearless Fred, 2:44pm on 102.1 The Edge

Fred is referring to men, and what men do for women.  Most importantly, he is referring to Men wearing leather pants. 

I say, if you've got it flaunt it! And if you don't, Fake it!  If you're a true rock star you do it anyway.  Just do it, and don't ask questions.


Time is measured by text messaging
Everything in life is a business deal
An exchange between two parties wanting something from the other -
No one goes in buying something without wanting something in exchange.
Are relationships just as falsified?

Take5: Meditate



snowboard*write*interact*compose*inspire*complete*just be
~ pomonaLIFE

Monday, January 9, 2012

Reuniting Weekend Warriors:

in your absence, you saved yourself from inappropriate vagina monologues, post fog vodka aches and chillin' photo retakes.  reunions are what i live for. we had a blast! now to recover and make more stellar life stories... here's to packing, stacking and relaxin' ... vegas.

A mother/daughter thing:

Everywhere she goes, she has to try the soup.  (and it's Great soup at the Huron Club!http://thehuronclub.ca/)

Thank You Santa!

Pomona Tree



The days between the days
When I come home
I miss her.  The way her presence welcomed a room
And her smile comforted a silence.
We talked finances, my wanderings and longings;
She listened, baked and soaked up the energy that radiated between us.
I have graduated into a young woman
Because she showed me how.
And all I want to do now is
Say, thank you -
Hug her, hold her and love her.
Thank you.

{Written by: Andrea Currie}

Friday, January 6, 2012

I once knew a puppy...


Dripping off wet shores
Golden straw of coiled hair
Dreads of sea salt
Playing between euphoric fingers; 

I can’t, but you can.

{Written by: Andrea Currie}

Thursday, January 5, 2012


..."You drop a hammer on your foot, it's hardly useful to be mad at the hammer." - Cdr Riker, Star Trek Next Generations.



Sleeping awake

Stream of consciousness. Monologues and babies.  Origins.
What do we learn before we are born?  I listen to this TEDtalk by Annie Murphy Paul, and I ruminate a new experience of being.   
We hear things between the walls when we are children but adults use big words, they sound foggy and callus.  We feel things when we are children, like when we know something is wrong with a parent.  When we are babies we are primal with emotion and needs; when we are adults our thoughts and needs consume us, and we are not necessarily as perceptive as when we were children.
 What did my mother think, do and experience when she was pregnant? Suddenly, I want to know. 

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Click On: RoadTrip for all 10 Parts of the Journey from West to Ontario.


"February, " 2012. WorkInProgress.

"...He Lived Like A King, And Died Like an Emperor..." - The Law and the Lady, 1951

Charming Perspective:

How did she take it?
I don’t know, I don’t  know about women. – Humphrey Bogart (Maltese Falcon, 1941)

Flashback Road Trip Part 10: Summary of 5 Provinces, 1 car, 1 plant, 1 ottoman, 1 driver and many voices:

Road Trippin’ Snack-Box: Vitamin Water x 4 (http://www.vitaminwater.com/); Nature’s Valley Peanut butter Granola Bars; 1 bag of granny smith apples; The Granola King (Hemp Hazelnut blend) (http://www.thegranolaking.com/store/) – adding almonds, chocolate covered raisins and peanuts;  2 x variety pack of various fruity and minty gums
Preferred Coffee and Bathroom Stops: MacDonald’s (4) and Tim Horton’s (8)
#of times filled up for gas and to stretch (even if tank was full): 16
$ spent on Gas (Vancouver, BC to Owen Sound, ON): $679.77
$ spent on Accommodation: $187.94 (Thanks friends!)
$ spent on Ferry Ride (South Baymouth to Tobermory): $51.65
# times lost: ....{under 10}
What I am asking for Christmas: GPS and a trip to the Dentist
# times glad there wasn’t a cop around: 4
# of illegal driving moves: 4
# cop cars I saw on the HWY: thought there would have been more; under a dozen
# Transports trucks I gave the finger to because they almost killed me: 2
Most disgusting road kill: severed deer
Most displeasing smell: Regina
Favourite Road tripp’n Bands: The Tragically Hip and Kings of Leon
Biggest disappointment: Marathon, ON
Best View: LSPP in mid-September
Average Distance covered (not including detours): 4224.45 km (
Estimated time until I do this trip in reverse: could be days, could be months, could be hours...

= Total experience, priceless.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Tale of the Sharp-Shooter:

When you have to ask questions, it usually means it's dying. {When a girl asks one of her good guy friends advice on the guy she is currently dating, it usually means the relationship is rearing its end.}
- taken from the conversations of late night chit-chat; when eavesdropping is an art of itself. 

Flashback Road Trip Part 9: This is The End

September 22, 2011
Travel Itinerary: Sault St. Marie to South Baymouth
Depart 4:40am
On this last day I witness the most beautiful sunrise.  For the first time in two days the sky is empty of rain, only bits of translucent gold, yellow and pink amalgamate the atmosphere into strips that decorate the front of my windshield like plated jewelery.  

In Espanola (http://www.town.espanola.on.ca/ ) the red rock and carbonate merge with limestone slates, folding into one another like a handshake.  Population 5,500. I wonder who lives here?
I get a coffee at Macker’s; I have 125 km until South Baymouth (http://www.manitoulin-island.com/south_baymouth/).  I will make my ferry reservation at when the office opens for the 11:10am sailing.  

With my windows open, I wait for the construction traffic to pass as I hear the seagulls pitch familiar coos as they dance in turbid clusters in the sky. I have unfeigned attachments to this moment, because I know the brilliance of my arrival will foreshadow another reality.   

I am grateful for this journey, and I am exhausted.   

I am blinded by the sun as beams of warm radiating liquid gold crackle the cool interior of my car.  I am slowed into this emphatic land, enveloped by my pits as I build a new casing for these next few hundred steps.  The scene is layered with a past as its pavement is scarred with furry bits and quills. 

Whitefish River (http://www.whitefishriver.ca/), the glass water supports multiple pouches of rock islands sprouting pines and birches, standing angular and stoic across a landscape still waking up to the morning. I am sipping on fall breezes with wet-earth exhales.

10:45am. Waiting to board the Chi-Cheemaun (Big Canoe) to Tobermory. (http://www.chicheemaun.com/). 
I have the door propped open. 
I recline my seat with a coffee in hand from a little gift shop across the way. 
I watch the passengers file in line. 
I fold up my maps. 
I relax.

My car will need a serious clean. (I dropped an apple core somewhere in Manitoba and the smell looms every time I open the door.)  
11: 30am. Ferry Ride.  The sky is infinite.  Baby blue and white clouds of all shapes and shades of white, absent of any other colour.  Home.  Evolving scenes as organic terrain meshes our landscape  with unbridled nostalgia. Proud to be Canadian.

Monday, January 2, 2012

for the artists in my life, or were once in my life... thank you....

So Real. Jeff Buckley...Sleep tonite, On my couch....

Flashback Road Trip Part 8: Sault St. Marie, Mark and Los Pinguos!

Sault St. Marie, Airport Road 

The Soo! Visiting with long time friend, Mark Kuntsi (aka muukiithefinn), a reformed professional musician, actor, visual artist and aspiring vigilante crime fighter living amongst the rocks and trees, and trees and rocks (and water) of Northern Ontario.

We are somewhere down Airport Road as I can see Mark Lake and perhaps the US border.  The soundtrack to our reunion is: Los Pinguos! (http://www.lospinguos.com/home.htm) from California (they are on Mark’s Nephew’s soccer team). 

Whoa! Here it comes again! Mark flips his hands and arms up into the air, bending his knees silhouetting a chicken as he bops along.  He pitches a similar, Wu! and then resumes his dinner preparation.  

I sit at the kitchen table collecting thoughts and record our thoughts as I outline my drive.   Today was most beautiful: Lake Superior Provincial Park – the reds of the earth, the white quartz and an array of a fresh pallet of Fall colour melting into the familiar limestone slats of the Bruce Peninsula (http://www.thebrucepeninsula.com/)%20and and Tobermory (http://www.tobermory.org/page/home/Welcome)

They are home-made-stuffed-sausages, he says half listening to my nostalgic wanderings, Everything here is from my garden.  There is a lot of sizzling in the background on the steel skillet as he sets out a Greek salad.  Here, smell thisMark hands me a sprig of basil.  Go on, he says. 

I slide the leaflet between my thumb and forefinger as the oils relinquish home.  I am reminded of cottage dinners and my Father’s infamous Summer-Sauce-Spaghetti.  I smile.

We switch gears and relive how we met twelve years ago, in Tobermory at the Crowsnest (http://www.crowsnestpubanddeli.com/). “Silverwater” is a great memory, I laugh.  Mark was a server at the pub but he also played Thursday nights, bringing in a decent sized local crowd.  His acoustic gigs and his flavour of music are just as palpable as his talent today as I hear of his recent successes and stage activity.  

I spent my early twenties working at The Crowsnest to pay for my Undergraduate degree as well as most of my travel expeditions.  Every break in semester I was touring: Calgary for Christmas in 2001, The U.K. in the spring of 2002,  Maui before Christmas 2003, Florida for Spring break 2003, Europe after graduation 2004, and then India before teacher's college in the fall of 2004.  I balanced paradise with tourism and isolation, saving money and not having anywhere to spend it until I took these trips.  My last summer working at The Pub was in 2006, after I returned home from Teacher's College in Australia at Newcastle in New South Wales when I didn't have a penny to my name or a teaching job. 

Dinner is ready as Mark opens a bottle of Reserve Perrin Cotes Du Rhone. D-e-l-i-c-i-o-u-s. This is a special occasion, he says. We toast to friends.  Ready to dig into the feast, Mark hands me a fork.  Have you been back there recently?

He is referring to the cottage and Tobermory. 

I have just spent the summer in Ontario with my family and friends and I catch Mark up to speed with my current state.  I flew back West September 2, in order to pack up my life in Whistler and to relocate back to Ontario for immediate family matters, but also to pursue entrepreneurial endeavours.   The Universe has a way of folding priority and circumstance together in the type of handshake you make unknowingly.  My strength and my voice as an artist is growing out of my mother's current state: she is dying.  At this point we think we have another few months, but the cancer is spreading quite quickly. 

We entertain The Soo with our words, mixing food and stories.  The drive from British Columbia to Ontario takes precedence as Mark unravels the last few times he toured the country, though his tales of little sleep, lots of coffee and heavy feet, unveil a very different experience. 
I consider for a moment, how often I have flown from Vancouver to Toronto; 2-3 times a year for the last few years.  And before that, Calgary half a dozen times. Yet this is the first time I have made the time to drive the distance.  Airport transfer saves time but sometimes the journey is more important than the destination; or rather, clarity is sought in the destination.  My Mother's failing health is giving me strength and I cannot explain this sensation.

I have been gone three weeks and I know she will be different when I see her next.  Her deterioration has been hard to watch, and I know what will happen next will change us all.
Mark pours me another glass of wine.  Remember, he says, reclining in his chair nibbling on a sausage and vegetable fork-kabob, there are many unexpected ways to fail.  He continues, the outcome is not the destination but the journey. 'Sisu,' is the Finnish word for perseverance. 

For Muukiithefinn

"There's only one song in Rock n' Roll. Everybody just keeps ripping it off." -Keith Richards

Sunday, January 1, 2012

For StinkY: Voted Best Bar-Tender in Whistler!

Read me with a boozy coffee and we will conquer the world with musical resonance as the backdrop to conversation and multiple 'perches' is the quench to a thirst for the altitudes of beautiful places... see you soon friend.