That which was once in my hands has drifted away with the slightest breeze.
I have not failed to control gravity.
Only failed to realize some hearts are like anvils and others, like feathers.
I do not regret what I have lost because in love, nothing is ever truly lost except chances you never take to share your heart.
If I have committed any crime, let my penalty be lessons in how to release my heart to the wind.
Anvils were never meant to fly.
It's not their fault, simply their shape of creation.
There is no end to this road. Only alternate paths obscured by too many daydreams.
It's not my fault. It's the shape of my creation.
Besides, the world is too young and full of hope to let me down so easily.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Same mistake, different sunset...
Proof that God exists: Canada.
sure we make fun of Canada for loving maple syrup too much and for having funny looking money but really, it's just love teasing because they're our little brother to the North and siblings pick on siblings.
But one thing remains the same: I ALWAYS have an adventure in Canada. I won't say I get "lost" because as Jana Stanfield says in one of my favorite songs "I'm not lost, I'm exploring/ Life is an adventure worth enjoying."
I used to hate getting lost. I used to panic as a child and my mom always turned it into some great exploration of dark cities when "we should have been home by now." I'm not exactly sure when I "turned into my mother" in that respect, haha but I'm glad it happened. The more I've become like her, the more I've come to realize how many of my friends HATE getting lost.
Yeah, it sucks when you really have somewhere to be, but some of the best adventures I've ever had, I couldn't tell you where in the hell I was! :)
Point in case: I think I hit up every Tim Horton's in the lower British Columbia area trying to get home today. My friends got engaged at one of the universities up there and I drove up to literally hide in the bushes (which by the way, were FULL of spiderwebs and thorns!) to shoot photos of the event because I'm also their wedding photographer. After all the romance and hugging (and my friend LAUGHING at me because I was crying more than her and teasing me for being such a hopeless romantic) I headed off the campus to get on Highway 1 Eastbound for the good ol' USA. It was supposed to be a straight shot.
I suppose for people with no sense of adventure, it was. But me, no. Adventure seeks me out like an obsessed lover who can't let go of my hand. I take ONE left turn and suddenly I' three cities and 40 miles in the wrong direction looking for a place to turn around.
After enough turns down farm roads to nowhere, I landed at a Tim Horton's with a toasted egg salad sandwich, a bottle of Pepsi (because in Canada it comes in bottles OR cans at restaurants) and a sprinkle covered donut.
I decided to dine in because really, I had nowhere urgent to be, I didn't feel like eating in my car and really, I had no freaking idea where I was so I might as well enjoy a sit-down meal.
And it was fabulous. :) As I sat there staring out the window thinking about my friends, the ring, the lake where he proposed and the rose petals scattered across the ground, I couldn't help but smile and giggle to myself a bit. I'm sure the other patrons thought I was totally nuts but whatever. Life is beautiful. :)
And then I heard it drifting softly through the ceiling speaks and fading into the crowd of hungry people below:
Been around the world don't matter anywhere I go
Small town stars to city lights
I find my kind of folks
It's about you and who you are
It's all a state of mind
And as I'm giving you my heart
I hope you find
That's where I come from
That's who I am
Hard workin' and God Blessed
Yes sir thank-you ma'am
The best things around that I have ever seen
Just look around you'll see what I mean
I always hear Paul Brandt in Canada. Particularly when I'm lost, even more particularly, when I'm at a Tim Hortons. The song came out several years ago and he's still one of the most beautiful artists I've ever heard, but there's something about that song that just makes me fall in love.
It doesn't matter where I am, where I was or where I was trying to be. I got to watch the sky turn to fire and then blush itself into darkness. I got to watch it all happen over open fields void of city lights, congested traffic or even commercial architecture. And I got to enjoy it!
I should have been home in 55 minutes, according to google maps. But given that my directions were for the wrong highway to begin with and my new directions were dictated over the phone at the border and written on my windshield and written in green eyeliner it's almost a miracle that I didn't wind up in Alaska! haha
It took me almost two and a half hours to make a 55 minute drive. When I finally did get to the border, I was at the wrong port which put me an additional 25 minutes away from home.
But on that wrong turn road, I found a local dairy that is already selling eggnog. Ahead of the season. A week after a friend and I had a conversation about how we wished eggnog was already on sale because cold weather requires awesome drinks.
I'm not exactly sure which highway I was on when I actually saw the dairy, but I got the name of the place.
I can just look it up on google maps another Saturday.
Who knows, maybe I'll find the right way to Canada by mistake. :)
Maps are good. Life is better. ^_^
sure we make fun of Canada for loving maple syrup too much and for having funny looking money but really, it's just love teasing because they're our little brother to the North and siblings pick on siblings.
But one thing remains the same: I ALWAYS have an adventure in Canada. I won't say I get "lost" because as Jana Stanfield says in one of my favorite songs "I'm not lost, I'm exploring/ Life is an adventure worth enjoying."
I used to hate getting lost. I used to panic as a child and my mom always turned it into some great exploration of dark cities when "we should have been home by now." I'm not exactly sure when I "turned into my mother" in that respect, haha but I'm glad it happened. The more I've become like her, the more I've come to realize how many of my friends HATE getting lost.
Yeah, it sucks when you really have somewhere to be, but some of the best adventures I've ever had, I couldn't tell you where in the hell I was! :)
Point in case: I think I hit up every Tim Horton's in the lower British Columbia area trying to get home today. My friends got engaged at one of the universities up there and I drove up to literally hide in the bushes (which by the way, were FULL of spiderwebs and thorns!) to shoot photos of the event because I'm also their wedding photographer. After all the romance and hugging (and my friend LAUGHING at me because I was crying more than her and teasing me for being such a hopeless romantic) I headed off the campus to get on Highway 1 Eastbound for the good ol' USA. It was supposed to be a straight shot.
I suppose for people with no sense of adventure, it was. But me, no. Adventure seeks me out like an obsessed lover who can't let go of my hand. I take ONE left turn and suddenly I' three cities and 40 miles in the wrong direction looking for a place to turn around.
After enough turns down farm roads to nowhere, I landed at a Tim Horton's with a toasted egg salad sandwich, a bottle of Pepsi (because in Canada it comes in bottles OR cans at restaurants) and a sprinkle covered donut.
I decided to dine in because really, I had nowhere urgent to be, I didn't feel like eating in my car and really, I had no freaking idea where I was so I might as well enjoy a sit-down meal.
And it was fabulous. :) As I sat there staring out the window thinking about my friends, the ring, the lake where he proposed and the rose petals scattered across the ground, I couldn't help but smile and giggle to myself a bit. I'm sure the other patrons thought I was totally nuts but whatever. Life is beautiful. :)
And then I heard it drifting softly through the ceiling speaks and fading into the crowd of hungry people below:
Been around the world don't matter anywhere I go
Small town stars to city lights
I find my kind of folks
It's about you and who you are
It's all a state of mind
And as I'm giving you my heart
I hope you find
That's where I come from
That's who I am
Hard workin' and God Blessed
Yes sir thank-you ma'am
The best things around that I have ever seen
Just look around you'll see what I mean
I always hear Paul Brandt in Canada. Particularly when I'm lost, even more particularly, when I'm at a Tim Hortons. The song came out several years ago and he's still one of the most beautiful artists I've ever heard, but there's something about that song that just makes me fall in love.
It doesn't matter where I am, where I was or where I was trying to be. I got to watch the sky turn to fire and then blush itself into darkness. I got to watch it all happen over open fields void of city lights, congested traffic or even commercial architecture. And I got to enjoy it!
I should have been home in 55 minutes, according to google maps. But given that my directions were for the wrong highway to begin with and my new directions were dictated over the phone at the border and written on my windshield and written in green eyeliner it's almost a miracle that I didn't wind up in Alaska! haha
It took me almost two and a half hours to make a 55 minute drive. When I finally did get to the border, I was at the wrong port which put me an additional 25 minutes away from home.
But on that wrong turn road, I found a local dairy that is already selling eggnog. Ahead of the season. A week after a friend and I had a conversation about how we wished eggnog was already on sale because cold weather requires awesome drinks.
I'm not exactly sure which highway I was on when I actually saw the dairy, but I got the name of the place.
I can just look it up on google maps another Saturday.
Who knows, maybe I'll find the right way to Canada by mistake. :)
Maps are good. Life is better. ^_^
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