Sunday, January 12, 2014

a too short goodbye

eating gluten free pie before Lydia moved back to TB

Lydia is not one of those people over whom you scramble to think of what they did well, or who they were. She is a woman who touched me deeply with her tenacity, courage, intelligence, curiosity, sense of humour and loyalty. I would remind her of these things when she was feeling low, but it always seemed so crazy to me that someone so amazing could actually know discouragement like the rest of us.

It's not so much that I can't believe she's gone, as it is that I can't believe she didn't beat it.

summer in her yard

We became friends almost three years ago. We had known each other from work before that but it wasn't until after she finished school and quit Starbucks that we actually hung out. Lydia asked me to meet for coffee one day because she needed someone to talk with, and she sensed that I would understand her questions and struggles about a life with faith. We talked for about 3 hours and have been close friends ever since. She was incredibly fun and loving but she also never put up with crap. It could be jarring at times but I loved her for telling me when I was being an idiot.

hanging out with Chris at the YVR airport and avoiding saying goodbye

Lydia handled herself with dignity. Frustrated and hurt when her health was holding her back from what she wanted to do, she often did those things anyways, resilient and so stubborn in the face of daunting obstacles.

a summer of fun and the view from Lydia's hospital window

Lydia was quirky, full of random knowledge and interests that spilled out at any time, in any place and without warning. One day we were having coffee and she just started talking to the guys at the table next to us because she couldn't not engage in a conversation about Russian authors.

how do we look?

Lydia accepted me with my faults out in the open, letting me know that she actually liked me, for me. Generous and thoughtful, when she moved back to Thunder Bay, she offered me her clothes, almost anything I wanted from her closet. Who does that?!

I only dress up like this when Lydia comes to Nanaimo to visit

The first person to make me eat Indian food and the reason I know how hard it is to find diet ginger ale in the stores, Lydia you are one of a kind (the very best kind) and I carry you in my heart.

Until we meet again my friend.

making popcorn in Nanaimo (oops!)

Scott and I getting down to "Pound the Alarm" to tease Lydia

fave place at Kits Beach

Saturday, January 11, 2014

all aboard the city bus

The early bus is full of sleepy babes, lids heavy with last night's dreams. Joining us in our daily routine, their presence is evidence of an easy trust. Untucked, then dressed, sometimes combed and usually fed, they head into the that world we give them. An hour from now they will be pirates, writers, builders, mathematicians, and rowdy little question askers. But for now, on this plodding bus, they are sleepy babies by whom the world has yet to be touched.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

and now...

It's not so much the time of year (first week of January) as it is the number of days since I last sat toasty on the beach. And it's not so much the need to make this year count as it is the number of days since I last did something that counted.

So, project-hungry and discouragement-kicking, I embark into 2014.

On the horizon, in front of "a whole lot of nothing", stands an informal writing group and the hope for a spring theatre collective. I also have a collage itch, a children's story/play? to sort out and the challenge to learn to lament.

Themes for the year
  • discouragement 
  • kicking (back that is)
  • the low after the high 
  • rediscovery 
  • courage in the face of shame, fear, apathy and getting dis-sed (get it?!)

Songs for the year
Holes by Passenger
Flying Low by Karla Adolphe