A quiet moment at last! What a week! The wedding preparations are in full swing. There are gifts to buy, shoes to fit, dinners to plan, and events to attend. Life is a gale, proceeding on its own terms, and we are weathering as best we can.
The stiff wind in our sails is sweetly scented and filled with joy.
The days pass quickly and pleasantly. Bread is baked, dinners prepared, laundry hung to dry, and the garden tended. These little things anchor the hours in calm seas. Each and every time I fall into a chair, my mind races out to the high seas, anticipating the direction of the wind and the crests of the waves.
It is a very short distance that one can effectively divine the path ahead. Therefore, it became imperative to distract my thoughts and avoid a wearisome obsession with the details of the wedding. Action was required. A quick login to the local library catalog allowed me to place a number of books and CDs on hold. The waiting lists seemed very long.
"There," I thought, "if just one of those books arrives in the next week or so, I will be all set."
To my surprise, several days later three books and five CDs had arrived at the library branch in "The Village". Is this a sign; does this wealth of distraction foretell great need. Oh dear, I am even obsessing about my distractions. Time to begin reading the poignant and funny American experiences of Frank McCourt. Time for a cup of tea and soothing songs sung by Stan Rogers.
Steve Paul has arrived in "The City", with his travelling minstrel show. He is house-sitting for a friend for the duration of his stay and plans to take this opportunity to entertain his muse. I did see him on Monday, I agreed to be his "driver" for an out-of-town gig. It gave us time for a good long chat and a lot of catching up.
So much has happened since we first met. So many good times remembered. So many sad times shared. We have history.
However compelling the past, with Steve Paul there is always something new to learn, new to experience. He brought along a CD, Lace Curtains, the work of Toronto singer/songwriter Clela Errington. One of the things I love about life is how beauty can suddenly reveal itself, seemingly from out of nowhere.
On reading the CD insert I notice that Clela's mother's maiden name is the same as my paternal Grandmother's maiden name. It is not a common name. Hmm... I wonder...
Genealogy is an obsession I do not resist.
Today I am planning to bake a blackberry cobbler and to prepare "something old, something new" for the bride-to-be.
The women in my family have no riches to bestow, no titles, no jewelry, no china, no crystal; they have only themselves to offer. In keeping with the spirit of the gifts of my foremothers, I am preparing a keepsake for Luna on her wedding day. It is a print of the portraits of six generations of mothers, all born in Canada. I could go further back, but I do not have a portrait of GGGG Grandmother Margaret, who came to Canada with only her youth and her dreams.
Margaret, your daughters are not strangers to your dreams.
|RECIPES :: Cast
By the Easy Chair
by Frank McCourt
from Lace Curtains
sung by Clela Errington
written by Willie P. Bennett
On the Screen
Oh Brother Where Art Thou?
starring George Clooney and many more...
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