April 1, 2013
T’was a very quiet Easter, yesterday. My son Vincent had to work at the Mont-Tremblant Ski Resort so we didn’t get to go down to the city for the family festivities. Ever since I moved up north, I’ve missed quite a few holidays; I must say, it’s starting to weigh on this little ol’ heart of mine. But hey, that’s life, and it’ll soon be taking another turn — stay tuned.
Determined to resurrect my happy mood, I took my solitude for a walk to downtown St-Jovite. After stopping at Jean Coutu to buy a pair of mini Cadbury eggs — to sweeten up my evening —, I decided to treat myself to a fast food feast at La Roulotte which reopened its doors on March 1st, a sure sign that spring has arrived. Yay!
The owner, who preferred not to be photographed (too bad, because he’s a damn good-looking man), told me — after I mentioned his fries were the best fries in the whole wide world — that this resulted from 35 years of making French fries… no less. His journey started in Senneterre, Abitibi, where his first restaurant is still in business, and for the past 10 years, he has spent his energy here in St-Jovite, perfecting his very own recipe for barbecue sauce = absolutely delicious!
Even though it was a balmy 10 degrees Celsius outside (50F), I chose to eat inside at a table right by the windows. The sun was kind as can be: breaking through the clouds just for me, it kept me company all through the meal. I stretched the moment as much as I could, reading two chapters of The Guru Looked Good, a memoir written by Marta Szabo, a Facebook friend of mine. The Imposters, Marta’s second memoir, is due out in paperback and e-book on April 8.
Having soothed my craving for fries and sauce, I headed back home, another 3.5 kilometre walk during which I merrily burped my Coke into the pure mountain air.
I leave you with this photo taken last summer…
La Roulotte in all its coloured splendour!
Address: 795, de St-Jovite Street, Mont-Tremblant, Québec
(parking at the back, picnic tables, mini putt)
August 10, 2012
Had an aha! moment today after commenting on Lori Stone’s blog post, shifting the mood: Why not write a book of comments?
And I want to make sure no one steals my idea, so the title to this post serves as copyright.
Stay tuned for the first comment…
coming to you online real soon!
August 8, 2012
I am grateful for Carlos Castaneda’s books because they helped me understand and deal with what I have been seeing and feeling since my early childhood. And for passages such as this one, from “A Separate Reality,” where Carlos shares one of Don Juan’s teachings:
“Everything is meaningful for a sorcerer,” he said. “The sounds have holes in them and so does everything around you. Ordinarily a man does not have the speed to catch the holes, and thus he goes through life without protection. The worms, the birds, the trees, all of them can tell us unimaginable things if only one could have the speed to grasp their message. The smoke can give us that grasping speed. But we must be on good terms with all the living things of this world. This is the reason why we must talk to plants we are about to kill and apologize for hurting them; the same thing must be done with the animals we are going to hunt. We should take only enough for our needs, otherwise the plants and the animals and the worms we have killed would turn against us and cause us disease and misfortune. A warrior is aware of this and strives to appease them, so when he peers through the holes, the trees and birds and the worms give him truthful messages.”
I am grateful for Nora Ephron — even if she went ahead and DIED on us recently — because I’m reading “I Feel Bad About My Neck” and each night, after a long day’s work on making my dreams come true, I can’t wait to take my bubble bath and see what else she’ll say to crack me up and make me want to write even MORE.
I am grateful for my washroom because even though my flat is really-really small, my washroom is HUGE. I always say if ever I have a big party with lots of people, the buffet will be in the washroom. I also say the dance floor will be in there, but the buffet is funnier because eeew, POOP.
I am grateful that I don’t feel obligated to write elaborate posts with drawings and photos about gratitude every single day because the Festi Jazz starts today and I don’t want to spend too much time drawing or resizing photos about gratitude when I could be LIVING it.
I am grateful that it’s nice and sunny today because all the concerts are outdoors and also they are FREE.
THANK YOU, UNIVERSE!
For more on Day 21 of the GRATITUDE CHALLENGE, read all about it on Nicole Cody’s blog.
July 1, 2012
The above quote gave me a big fat aha! moment, this morning.
It was a soothing balm after yesterday’s blah-ha moment.
My blah-ha feeling came from reading Marilyn Robertson’s blog post, “Creative Habits, Work Environment and Tools of the Trade.” I was blown away by the grasp she has on her ‘creative powers’ — she seems so together, so grounded, so comfortable with her artist self.
The more I read, the more it struck me:
I don’t know who the hell I am!
So I ate an extra large bowl of chocolate-banana ice cream. Then I made myself a huge bowl of popcorn and watched the movie Inception.
Wow, what a movie — LOVED it. Found myself wishing I could ‘dream’ that way. Then thought about re-reading “The Art of Dreaming” by Carlos Castaneda. Then got scared because I know how far my mind can go. Then went back to reading “Zen and the Art of Stand-Up Comedy” in order to get my mind off my mind.
Don’t get me wrong, dear reader and especially Marilyn, I’m not at all discouraged; quite the contrary. I’m grateful to be, at almost 62, living on the edge of insanity… on the brink of discovering who I am.