the dreaming Press.

(feliz?) Dia del maestro!

 My daughter's legs.  A lovely idea plucked from this very fun flickr group.

Teachers come in all shapes and sizes.  Some you give a shiny red apple to.  Others you treat poorly, because they cause you anxiety or anger (often our greatest teachers).  I guess the lesson here is to learn.  At the very most basic level, we are all here to learn.  So take whatever it is you may have perceived as a slight, and work it to your advantage.  (After all, some folks out there may not have your best interest at heart.)

When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.  I've often found this to be true in my own life.  Let's learn from each other then.  Let's squeeze this orange of a life and see what we get, fear-free.  Be yourself.  Discover who you are.  Reach for what is rightfully yours.

Thank a teacher today!! Our language, our music, math, cooking, in fact ALL your skills came from a teacher.  We need them.  We all are them.  Let go, fly, and be free!!

(Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature.” - Helen Keller, right Tara?)

Enjoy your long weekend everyone! I'm going to a rollerskating party, and then a huge fireworks party.  Basically the weekend is one big party.  (Why not? Back Monday!)

xo

Dulce de leche. With a side of summer, please...

Okay, it is quite apparent that I'm tiring fast of this bland winter's landscape, it's oatmeal palette is getting on my nerves.  The heap of melting snow out front is replete with exhaust coloured dirt and odd bits of trash from where it lay hidden over the past frigid months.

I cracked open a big fat jar of Dulce de leche, washed and hulled a bunch of strawberries and savoured them very slowly, dipping one at a time into the creamy caramel concoction.  My thoughts drifted back to Hawaii, it's lava and it's singing song birds, air freshened with the bloom of local frangipani or gardenia.   Turquoise waters where fish dance among coral without a care, as I go snorkeling by.  Up on deck my drink waits, condensation dripping slowly down the glass while it passes time beneath the hot Pacific sun.  I paddle back to the boat, remove my fins and mask, grab a plate of pineapple and melon.  Heading up to my lonely drink, Julian sits guarding it and soaking in the rays.  He hands me the drink as he bursts into a big grin.  Engagement looks good on this man. 

Can you blame me for reminiscing about warmer climes?  Hot beaches? Passionate walks through lava fields?  (That's a story for another day.)

My blog header woke up yesterday and said "Gillian.  We've been grim and boring way too long.  Spice it up, sister." Naturally, I obliged.  Who am I to hold a blog header down?  The photo was taken in Kona, as was the one for this post.  You know, where they do Iron-man competitions, and deep sea fishing.   :)

Off now, to dream some more of rising temperatures and less clothing.

xo