I recently spent some time with my brother-in-law, fine art photographer and print maker, Reathel Geary, perusing a variety of art galleries in Calgary’s core. Such a treat, this is… especially for me. I have been enamoured with art for a very long time; literature, music, photography, paint on canvas, whatever really. I’m not picky. Most of the time I’m not even sure what I’m looking at! All the same, I love how a particular piece of art makes me feel, that something tangible inspires an emotional experience…one with enough weight to make a lasting impression. Read more
As a child I spent a great deal of time dreaming of family.
Of MY family. The one I would create for myself some day. The one I could prevent from falling apart.
I spent some time with my father’s side of the family last summer. My second-cousin was kind enough to host a reunion. It was so ridiculously awesome to be there… I loved every minute of it!
Because I grew up so far away from virtually all of my extended family, I’ve missed out on a great deal of relationship. I regret this tremendously.
On the flip-side, my situation lends me an interesting perspective. When surrounded by my own flesh and blood, even though I don’t really know anyone, I feel a sense of belonging that has eluded me for most of my life. There exists a bond that tethers me to these folk. I can feel it in my bones.
I think my Great Grandmother must have been one hell of a woman. I suppose it all started with her:
We went geocaching today. So, why not write a poem about it?
I write, first and foremost, for me. To maintain my grasp on memory. But, also to share my love…
Dave & Amy, this one is for you.