Bold Steps.I was completely honoured to be selected to read a WeCanRebuildHer.com post at Blog Out Loud Ottawa, last night. This reading followed an extremely low week for me and I had barely scraped myself together enough to attend the event, let alone participate. I'm immensely grateful to the many friends and magical powers that got me through this week of self-inflicted torment. And I'm grateful to Lynn and the BOLO gang for including me in this fabulous evening. Wishing you health and happiness. Andrea xo http://youtu.be/viduQMyhXJQ
Surviving and thriving.That's us, to the right. Two years ago today. Moments after sharing the bad news with Luba. So early in a surreal journey. Behind that smile, a big part of me thought life was over. All of me hoped it was just beginning. We headed to Quebec City that week. As planned. I tossed and turned in the hotel bed, hoping I'd somehow fall asleep before Lucy, Bayla and Mark finished watching "The Corpse Bride", "Beetlejuice", "Edward Scissorhands" and "The Nightmare Before Christmas". I was awoken, one of those nights, by a ringing thought: This was the beginning of "The Spicy Me". Before this ordeal, my aim was to get through life. To make it to some far off end without losing any of the fabulousness I'd stumbled into. New territories and aspirations were reserved for Luba. As a matter of course. Two years ago today, I opened my eyes. I became alert. Aware. Present. Grateful plus. I started examining. And choosing. And imagining more. The two years since then have brought trauma and mourning, recovery and joy. I've made friends. I've taken chances. I've explored new territories. I've become the Spicy Me. I'd never choose cancer. I never want it again. For any one. And I'm supremely grateful for the efflorescing goodness I've been treated to since that mind-boggling beginning. Two years ago today. I'm aspiring to many, many more good years. By the way.
the month-long preparations. The colours. The crafts. The googly-eyed desserts. The rhyming, creativity-packed picture books. The manic costume creation. Two years ago today, as I prepared for those long-awaited test-results, we splurged on Hallowe'en. Filling our craft-store basket, despite the expense. I thought it was my last Hallowe'en. It wasn't. Lucky, lucky me.
Jack Layton.Look what the postman just delivered. A cozy, upbeat reminder of our dearly missed Jack. Straight from his beloved T.O. Peace.... Love.... Jack Layton. Perfect. Thank you, Kingi. Thank you, Jack.
Eighteen intensity-packed days condensed down to 2 minutes of feel-goodness. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CszHU8dOB4M Thank you, Mark!
Healthy New Addictions.Library loans have been strictly forbidden from our book-crammed, chaotic home. Until now. This week, Lucy and Bayla got their first library cards. Lucy's a big-time reader. So, she was pleased. Bayla's a big-time shopper. And a bigger-time geek. So, she's been over the moon. Audio books. Wii games. Wii nights. Board game nights. NFB Fridays. And, above all, surfing the catalogue. Selecting, "holding" and swiping out. And flipping Eva Ibbotson CDs in and out of the boombox. Hope this habit's a long one.
A healthy, happy husband
Huge thanks for your good vibes and for our good fortune.
xo xo xo