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serendipity (or the glass half full)


So yesterday morning the bus that takes me to the train station didn’t show up, causing me and four other people waiting at the stop to run a few blocks to catch another bus to take us to yet another bus which would take us downtown. At the bus stop for the second bus, two more people join us from the route, one who I’ve recently gotten to know better (and who invited me to the book club thing Tuesday night) and another who I see on the bus and train all the time but whom I’ve never spoken to.

We end up sitting next to each other and get to chatting – she is leaving this Sunday to go to Iceland for a two month residency, so I ask whether she blogs and whether she will blog about it if she does. We exchange blog information (hers on a nice business card, mine scrawled on a steno pad sheet) and I discover I know her name… she is one of two artists whose name appears on an info plaque of the little bridge I cross every morning, providing some details about the creative conception of the decorative elements of the design of the bridge, a plaque I’ve read a hundred times if not once and thought “what an interesting name” each time I read it. The universe works in mysterious ways.

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armful of freesias

Simple joys – an armful of freesias.

They always remind me of my mother, these flowers. They were amongst her favourites, and count among mine as well. I would randomly bring her a bouquet here and there, knowing how the flowers delighted her.

Our relationship was complex and with her passing I have had much time to reflect on so much of it. I at once miss her and feel relief at her passing. And anger, too, for so many things. And larger than life admiration. She was something.

In the end I need help to unravel the ball of wax that was our family dynamics (which ultimately shaped the who I have become).

I am hopeful.