Iced Road

Last night both parents of one of my old childhood friends were killed in a car accident.

I have no idea what it would feel like to suffer, to bear, such a thing but I can imagine my friend is a little more than broken hearted. The news has made me melancholy, has heightened my senses , and is making today seem a little surreal. I cried a little but really such a loss deserves more from me. I hate it when death is diminished by “Christian sentiments” even out of good intentions. “We will meet them again someday” “They are in a better place” “God has a purpose for everything” Although true- it’s not the right place or time. People need comfort and sincerity not sentiments and overused words that could never reach across the gap of grief.
It’s been a few years since I last talked to my friend. (damn antisocial tendencies!) I’m not really sure how to take it from here. Maybe it would be more appropriate to try and patch up our friendship after the funerals. Go out for coffee. Give her a hug. The urge to call her today is SO strong but I have a feeling it would be better to wait.

Good-bye Mr. and Mrs. Knapp.
No longer in the here and now; at least not in the same way most are.

Good Ol' Jack

I forgot how much I enjoyed the movie One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest.

Missing Stepping Stone

I'm lacking routine, ritual and pattern. Things that once were instinctive and had proper place and times now must be concentrated on and jammed into life during down times. I hate being out of step without a regular routine. It's all because my work schedual is never the same. Guitar practice, Yoga, "reading time", devos, and yes even blogging have sadly become all mixed-up in my fruit salad. And even more depressing is that the majority of the fruit in my salad takes on the flavour of hospital mixed with a good dose of the sand that you find in your eyes.

Of Christmas? I enjoyed my one day off. Too many gifts but I'm still really greatful. I wonder when the idea of a gift became so monitary? What if I wanted to give/recieve an action instead of a thing/possesion? Make me breakfast in bed, do my laundry, invest a little of yourself, your time, because really time is far more of value than anything you could buy. Maybe next year I'll try and start the tradition. And I don't mean those cheesy coupons (Good for one free back rub. Good for one car wash etc.) you give to family when you have no money or are just being cheap. Honestly- whoever cashes those in? Instead of talk and plans- react. Be spontanious and sincere.

I guess that's the end of my rant.

On a nicer note: I think more people should ice skate. Although your ankles may complain a little- gliding across ice does great things for the spirit.