some pics of a bronze sculpture we saw in downtown edmonton
cool, huh?
Archive for July, 2006
couldn’t have said it better myself …
July 15, 2006a comment posted on the guardian’s website:
Israel never seems to learn. But their governments have never really shown a true insight into how it can live in peace with its neighbours. Initially created as a colonial outpost, as a result of a secular ideology called Zionism, it has never been consistent with the principles of Judaism. Today it acts as a regional bully. When Hamas or Hizbullah capture/kidnap Israeli soldiers, Ohlmert’s regime’s response is that of the school bully who lashes out at the entire class for the misdemeanours of one or two, in the process setting the whole school on fire. Does it really think it is going to get it’s soldiers back in this way?
Israel is aware of its military superiority. That is why it acts in this way. But it will never get peace in this way. The only way is to recognise the historical injustice done to the Palestinian people by the creation of Israel and its subsequent actions, and to talk to its legitimate representatives which today is Hamas (like it or not).
The people of Israel are being led up the garden path by their government. There are an increasing number of Israelis who are aware of the stupidity of their government’s actions. More need to raise their voices. (comment written by najib)
i wanted
July 13, 2006i wanted so badly to drown out the feeling.
that white stuff.
that’s what i wanted.
and ….
lots of it.
lucky, then
that i could not find
THAT particular friend of mine.
and so ….
no white stuff.
looking back …
i am glad.
what is it?
July 13, 2006
ok. so the game we here in north america know as soccer is really football in europe.
and rightly so.
you know, it is played with the feet. hence … football.
makes sense? i think so.
and then there’s the game we in north america call football.
played with the hands.
ok. is this someone’s idea of a joke?
its really rugby with body armour, that game we here in north america call ‘football’ …
so what gives?
canine spirit
July 11, 2006
and god asked the canine spirit
are you read to come home?
oh yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
and, as a dog, you know i am most able
to decide anything for myself
are you coming then? asked god
soon, replied the shaggy angel
but i must come slowly
for my human friends are troubled
for you see, they need me, quite certainly
but don’t they understand? asked god
that you wil never leave them?
that your souls are intertwimed? for all eternity?
that nothing is created or destroyed?
it just is … forever and ever
eventually they will understand,
replied the glorious dog
for i will whisper into their hearts
that i am always with them
i just am … forever and ever and ever …
(this poem was in the special room at the vet’s office where blazer died. i thought i would share it with you).
hurts like a bitch
July 11, 2006i just wanna cry. first time in many years walking thru the door, knowing blazer is not there to greet me with a tail wag, kisses and snuggles. i have lost my best friend. a dear, sweet spirit. its so empty. and empty. i can really not stand it. does the pain ever go away?
a day of firsts, a day of lasts
July 10, 2006today, at 14:51 central time dragonfly lawrence of arabia drew his last breath.
our day began early, when i made the phone call that sealed our beloved’s fate. we set a time. and from that moment on, every breath, every thought moved us to his death. the last time we ever gave him a treat of wet food in a dish. the last time we poured kibble into his bowl. the last time i poured filtered water into his dish (yes, filtered). the last time he laid on lupin’s futon bed, all sprawled out like he owned the place. the last time we left the house with him. his last free run along the northwest bank of the red river. i will go to that spot now and see him there, at the edge of the low rocky cliff, nose in the wind and a wide canine smile. i will remember my hound like that.
owned the place. the last time we left the house with him. his last free run along the northwest bank of the red river. i will go to that spot now and see him there, at the edge of the low rocky cliff, nose in the wind and a wide canine smile. i will remember my hound like that.
on the floor in that special room at the vet’s, he would not lay down. independent minded as ever, he stood while the vet injected the drugs that would put him to sleep. we slowly and gently lowered him onto his side when the drugs quickly took effect. i drew my fingers along every whisp of apricot coloured hair, along every curve of his body, felt between his toes for the very last time, and the delicate boney bumps on the insides of his knees. i pressed my face into his soft, gund-like fur. and i sobbed. a howling sort of sob. stabbing. aching. this feeling of sorrow, and it cut thru the room.
and there’s more. however i am empty of inspiration. i cannot write anymore right now. but, i just wanted you all to know. its done. (ps – this is also on the blogger site).
