I have no idea where the time is going. Last time I checked, it was March. Suddenly, it’s Easter. Hopefully my alternate self in whatever alternate universe swallowed me up is being productive.
I’ve mainly been doing some work: helping a friend, making decisions on the book, shuttering non-core businesses. Funny things have come up such as what name to use as a writer since the whole Jennifer Lawrence thing is getting a bit played out and even
Larry and Sergey would have trouble finding me on Google Satya would have trouble finding me on Bing.
I honestly have no good excuse for my slackerly blogging habits. This past weekend was gorgeous outside and so, instead of writing, I spent some time getting the house ready for spring. The summer house is open once again and the porch is all set up for reading.
We brought out all our summer sporting equipment.
Of course, that’s why it snowed on Tuesday!
I just finished reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban to the kids and although I have read the series before, I was surprised how emotionally draining I found this book (which has always been my favourite) this time. The Dementors, paranormal sentries who keep Azkaban prison secure, are such an excellent metaphor for the darkness that can follow trauma: “…the Dementor will feed on you long enough to reduce you to something like itself… You’ll be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life.” In the book, the defence against their darkness is to focus on the light: on good memories and, not surprisingly to many, chocolate. A terrific doc that I saw this week on Vision offers another solution: forgiveness. In To Forgive…Divine, filmmaker Hilary Pryor weaves together interviews with people who have forgiven terrible sins against themselves or their loved ones with an exploration of Christian, Buddhist, Islamic and Jewish approaches to forgiveness. Forgiveness is a way to avoid getting sucked into the darkness, but I have always found it a tricky thing. I know that it serves me best and yet somehow it feels like letting things go means that what happened doesn’t matter. Apparently, this is an incredibly common feeling, which is why forgiveness is an easier concept to preach than to practice. I think it’s easier to start small and work up. I’ve always loved the C.S. Lewis quote to which Anne Lamott refers in Travelling Mercies: “If we really want to learn forgiveness, perhaps we had better start with something easier than the Gestapo.” Amen to that.
As a complete departure from the bleakness, today I attended the Ladies’ Lunch at the club. I sported a spring-but-still-freezing ensemble of a black shirt, lace skirt and tall boots.
The lunch was the spring fashion show and I was strong-armed into modelling again. (I am so very much not a model that when I told someone I was going to try to channel Kate Moss on the runway, she thought I said I was going to channel Cake Boss on the runway. I bet Cara D never gets that kind of sass…) Nevertheless, the clothes were very pretty, made by a local Oakville designer Karoo. I’m thinking about getting this dress that I wore on the catwalk as it was pretty and comfortable (it’s named the Darling style: how darling!) Of course, then I’d for sure need to get tickets to Coachella next year! I’m loving that whole Boho thing right now.
Serena is still very mad that the club does not consider her enough of a lady to attend these lunches. She sulked all afternoon.
I hope you have a wonderful long weekend and that whatever holiday you are celebrating brings you a feeling of revitalization and peace.