Shawn L. Bird

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Story: iloveross17 (Chapter Three) March 11, 2011

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Previous chapters: one, two

(Chapter three)

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Hawai’i love March 10, 2011

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For many years

your love

was an ocean:

pacific,

glorious.

Your dreams

flowed around you like fish,

swirling with life

joy

terror

and companionship.

The storms came

upon tropic seas

but

blue waves

rocked you

back to

comfortable

complacency.

Firey red

tropical nights

bathed you in

beauty.

.

All was well

on the surface.

.

Beneath

the waves

lava

bubbled.

You didn’t understand

when steam

purcolated

on schedule

releasing the stress

beneath the surface

that the day

was coming when it’d

erupt in

turbulent

broil and

form a solitary island

with a different

perspective on

 the ocean.

.

Love

is still

a vast ocean.

Possibility

spreads upon a

limitless horizon.

Climb into your boat:

go fish.

There are many

dreams swirling

in the ocean.

 

giving up March 9, 2011

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So today is  Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent.  I don’t come from a Roman Catholic or Anglican background, so I have never participated in the practice of giving up something as a sacrifice and self-disclipline for the 40 days leading up to Easter.  I heard a United Church minister on CBC today discussing the idea of choosing to give something up for a period in order to open yourself up to other opportunity either for spiritual enlightenment, new skills, new attitudes or new habits.  He got me thinking that perhaps I should open myself up to the process.

On the other hand, those who know me know that I don’t like giving anything up.  Not old friends (still meet up with acquaintances and friends from high school on a regular basis), not old hobbies (the basement overflows with them!), and not old clothes! 

So how can I take the best of  this observance and apply the concept?  What can I open up to? 

Give up negativity and open up to positivity.

Give up dependence and open up to independence

Give up frustration and open up to celebration

and if I use all the self-discipline I can muster, perhaps

Give up some old fat clothes to make room in the closet for all the new skinny clothes!

How about you?  What could you cut out of your life for Lent?  What would you welcome into your life, instead?

 

what gets better with age?

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Prompt #56 What gets better with age?

Me.

.

.

At least so far!  Eventually, I suppose this will reverse, but so far, I feel like every year is better than the one before.  How about you?

 

Seriously, Cornelia? March 8, 2011

Filed under: Literature — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:31 am
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Sometimes when you’re reading away, the characters do something so absolutely stupid you just have to shut  the book.  The hard snap can give a little of the satisfaction of a smack upside the head.

I had this feeling most recently while reading Cornelia Funke’s Inkspell this weekend.  Meggie read the character of Orpheus into the Inkworld, a stupid, illogical move destined to do nothing but create trouble.  Obviously she needed a new villain for the third book, but that was soooo obvious that it was painful.  It insults the reader’s intelligence.

Inkspell was hard to get through in a number of ways.  I kept falling asleep while reading it in the bath, and that almost never happens with a book I’m reading the first time.   The series is oddly compelling though, and it’s been sneaking into my dreams.  Once  I awoke as the dream me was observing to someone, “The characters are knocking on the door, but they just can’t get out of the dream.” 

A bit freaky, that.

 

My insurance carrier knows me well… March 7, 2011

Filed under: anecdotes,Pondering — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:48 pm
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I got my auto insurance renewal notice from ICBC the other day. As I read down to the bottom, I noticed a ‘clip off’ section with the note: “Don’t let this disappear under a pile of paperwork. Cut out the slip below and stick it on the fridge.”
I pointed it out to my husband and commented, “Hon, look! ICBC knows me!”

He snickered and said, “If they really knew you, they’d say, ‘Quick, give this notice to your husband.'”

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😉 All the sadder because it’s so true.  I adore that man who keeps my world spinning by maintaining the mundane order of things.  Whatever would I do without him?  Someone recently asked me how I manage to keep a daily blog, teach, write a novel, and ‘all the other stuff.’  He’s why.  He holds the string so I can fly.

 

missing you March 6, 2011

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I can not be
without you.

.

I can not
be without
you.

.

I can not be.

.

I am not me
without you.

.

I am not

me without

you.

.

I am not me.

.

I need

we

to be

us.

 

only the new day dawns to which we are awake March 5, 2011

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prompt #61 What is the longest you’ve been awake?

The morning dawned with excitement.  Today our exchange group was off to Quebec!  Our Quebecois ‘jumelles’ had been in town for two weeks, I had celebrated my 16th birthday with them, and now it was our turn to explore a new community on the other side of the country.  Of course, it was a red eye charter, but we were young and filled our jumelles’ last  day with fun before heading to the airport for our midnight flight to Vancouver. 

In Vancouver, several hundred teens were sent to an army drill hall to wait for our flight which was to depart in the wee hours of the morning.  We were starting to get distinctly blurry eyed at this point, without much to do but visit.  Some napped, some, like me, were still too excited about the cross Canada journey to consider sleeping.  It was something like 6 a.m when the plane left the tarmack in Vancouver.  We watched the sun rise across the country and landed in the very empty Mirabel Airport in Montreal.  Some of the group left us in Montreal, the rest of us waited for buses to take us to our host communities. 

My bus took us first to Quebec  City, then another bus took us south into the Beauce region.  It was now dinner time.  My jumelle’s parents greeted us, fed us a lovely dinner, and then she told them about her adventures in the West.  Somewhere around ten or eleven o’clock we crashed from exhaustion and I slept fourteen hours to recover.  We had been awake for over forty hours.

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I have since had several other long trips with many connections and time changes.  I have many times been awake close to  this long (or perhaps longer), but this was the first such adventure, and it remains rooted firmly in my memory.

 

story: iloveross17 (chapter two) March 4, 2011

Filed under: narrative,Poetry,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:18 am
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Previous chapters: one,

(Chapter two)

user name: suzieq@

password: iloveross18mos

change password: confused1

Status updates:

Bixby- oh yeah man!

Zara- wtf?

Lena- save me from my boredom!

CHAT ALERT!

Zara- R U OK?

SusieQ- Ya

Zara-What happened?

SusieQ- Still trying to figure that out, actually.

Zara- Do u think Ross saw you making out with Dave?

SusieQ- 😦

 and onto chapter three

 

Fluevog here, Fluevog there… March 3, 2011

Filed under: Commentary,Grace Awakening — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:53 am
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Hot on the heels of my recent blog on Fluevog shoes, I discovered John Fluevog himself looking out at me from the cover of Vista magazine while I was visiting my local health food store today (stocking up on dark chocolate covered ginger and stevia)  Check it out. The article is on page 22. http://www.vistamagonline.com/

Fluevog is asked how his love of cars influences his shoe designs and he responds,

I like cars because I like the way they look; it has nothing to do with the way they drive.  I actually walk to work every day and I don’t drive that much, thought I have four cars.  Oddly enough, cars and shoes have a lot in common.  They’re multi-angular, multi-functional, continuously moving shapes.  I think cars are fashion guards–the lack of fashion lately in cars is a reflection of society and what people think.

This amuses me because in Grace Awakening Fatima the Bug is almost a character,

Like everything else about her, Auntie Bright’s car was very distinctive.  It was an ancient VW Beetle that she’d had painted a vivid Mediterranean blue, and then she’d hand painted it with a swirling variety of giant paisleys in purples, blues, yellows and reds.  Here and there were dots of gemstones glued on as accents, just to add sparkle.  At first glance it seemed as if she’d upholstered the car with vivid cloth and sequins.  People did double takes on the highway, and she generally had at least one person stop to admire and to ask her about it wherever she went.  Children were drawn to it.  People smiled as they saw her coming.  It always made her shake her head and remark, “People are such cowards.  They come and rave about how beautiful my car is, how they wish they could have a unique car, and yet they content themselves to drive around in boring mud coloured cookie cutters.  I don’t get it.”  (p. 269)

We’ve already established that  Bright would love Fluevog’s shoes.   I wonder what he’d think of Bright’s car?

Or mine, for that matter!