Threads of Johnny Cash and Springtime Green

I baptized some kids this weekend at the mega church. I took Johnny Cash into the baptism tank with me by way of his picture on one of my favourite faded black tshirts. I wonder how many baptisms have been attended to in threads of J Cash?

Afterwards, I ate Bon Bon cake with the newly baptized Sara, her mom, her auntie, and our friend Sasha. Then, we played outside. Sara took most of these photos. I think you have to be in high school to take such cool pictures. I love these girls.


Roots. Friends (Sasha and I).

Trees. Friends (Sara and I).

Happy.

Wonder.

Varying Shades of Salkelds

This Easter my fun Auntie Faye and my sweet sister Kasha came out to the coast for a visit. Two words: such fun. There is something about a dose of family that reattaches me to the place I'm from and the people I share my whole story with. I am so thankful for the fullness of this connection and find myself a bit lost without it now that these beloveds are safely back under the big prairie sky.

JJ Bean on Main St.

Beauty at Stanley Park:).

Sisters at the Sea Wall.

On the way down to Wreck Beach.

Kasha's pants ripped at Wreck Beach. With clothing being optional, it seems her jeans decided to make the choice for her.

DAUGHTER IN VANCOUVER

I'm walking around in love. And doing things for my mom.

Some explanation: I got these charming heart socks from my fun mom for Valentine's Day. I saved them for a special day and walked around in them, feeling cozy and loved.

I went to MEC today and bought a new bike/bag light. I have a nasty habit of riding my bike without a helmet (don't yell . . . please . . .). I thought of how my mom would like me to be safe. This light is bright and will tell people who drive around me on slow-paced side streets at night that this woman on her bike has a mom who wants her to be safe. So please, don't smash her.

I am counting on heart socks and blinky lights to protect me these days: walk in love; blink like hell.

Beautiful Specific Details

Here is one of my all time favourite bits from a movie:

Each person had their own specific qualities. You can never replace anyone . . . like I'm obsessed with little things. Maybe I'm crazy, but when I was a little girl my mom told me that I was always late to school. One day she followed me to see why. I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees rolling on the sidewalk or ants crossing the road, the way the leaf casts a shadow on a tree trunk. Little things. I think it is the same with people. I see the little details, so specific to each of them that move me and that I miss and will always miss. You can never replace anyone because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details. -- Celine in Before Sunset

I think of this last line almost every day. Really. I am currently in love with the neighbors I hardly know, the coffee-lovers who also sit alone at various Vancouver coffee shops (1 and 2), and the backs of people's heads in my class at Regent. Who are all these people, wrapped up in their unique skin, all connecting and looking for connection? I'm in love with them all. Well, except those who drive me batty. But basically, I like them all a lot and know they are made up of such a strange mixture of beautiful specific details.

Glorious . . . the little things.

"I MAKE THE DOUGH, YOU GET THE GLORY"

The new Kathleen Edwards came out yesterday. I have missed her. It's been a few years since her last release ("Back to Me", 2005).

I rode my bike down to Red Cat Records tonight because I couldn't live without "Asking for Flowers" any longer. There is something about her twangy Canadian voice that makes me think, "YA! This is life! Sing it again and again."

Also, there is a song entitled "Sure as Shit." I am right at home; it is so beautiful:)