White Beast

I took some photos of beautiful  white horses in the Idaho country side this past weekend.  Inspired by THIS beauty of a  photograph in the New Yorker, and an old poem by Yeates.




Cast a cold eye on life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!


 - Yeates

Stupid me

Fools and horses, 

Running their courses

And brow beaten down

Like dust on the ground

You cheat easily

Like sweet charity

And all of the bastards

The world despises

In newer disguises

You cheat easily

Like all charity

I think I am getting rather bored with myself.  

Today, in my attempt to get over myself, I am going to post you a nice list of things that keep me grounded. 

So follow along and try to keep up would you?  It would mean the world to me.

Fresh #5 pencils

Old keys

Inky blue and blood red velvet ribbons

Rastoplast (white) erasers

Unwrapping bazooka gum and reading the comics

That first sip of espresso

Chalkboard paint on my kitchen wall

Old Rusty locks

Slipping into freshly laundered bed linens

Freshly painted white trim

Silver and red cuff links on crisp white cuffs

Tart limes

Hard cheese wrapped in waxy butcher paper

Tall hard leather boots with heavy brass zippers

Pocket squares

Shoes with bit black bows

Foggy days

Heavy French drinking glasses

Bouchard Aine & Fils Beaujolais Nouveau (2008 was an exceptional year)

New gloves with buttons, zips or buckles

The first kick start of my VBA

-cw

I blame Venus.

Venus was in transit.  If I lay blame on a tiny planet for getting in between me and the sun will you believe me?

Can I hold it responsible for my recent forays into uncharted territory?  Am I also transiting to close to the sun?

If I am, I appear not to care, as I seem to like how nice and hot it is.  Heart in knots, shallow breathing and all the delicious verboten unspoken words.

CW

Oh Wow.

Just because I feel like it, you get deux (2!) blog posts this week. – maybe more.. who knows. :)

You know it’s funny, Sometimes you meet somebody who is going to change your life when you very much least expect it.  And that can be a great thing…or a scary thing. Or both.

Somebody who shakes you to your core, makes you face your fears, strips you naked and dresses you back up again.  Asks you to speak the truth.  Always.  And speaks the truth back to you in ways you have never imagined.

This has happened.   This has completely thrown me for a loop.  I am focusing on doing my very own thing but yet my silly catholic school girl mind keeps wandering back to him.  Hummm.... no wonder my parents sent me to private all-girls school.  If this is who I am I am amazed I made it through university with good grades.  Eeek!

Fast Forward to this morning - I am throwing the pheromones out and I swear have been “on” for the last three weeks.  Meow!  OK, so  I stop at Prado for my morning cappuccino and I am acutely aware of people’s body language… it’s as if I just woke up to it.    As I wait, I turn around and this woman on the far corner in the cafe catches my eye. She is sitting there dressed in a loose top, skinny jeans and a sweater and keeps staring at the door but pretending to be working on her laptop... her breath alternating between coming in low and in small gasps. It makes her breasts rise higher than usual... alluring gesture... I think to myself. She has a nice form, gorgeous breasts, and beautiful eyes, short cropped and nicely styled hair.   She picks up her iPhone to speak to someone, her back arches... one leg crosses over the other, and a smile spreads over her face. I get to see her eyes and I am fairly sure..no , I know... she is waiting for someone who makes her heart race.

Her top hangs without care over her bare pale shoulders.... and she takes her time turning her face towards the door. The back arches more... a subtle offering of herself to the man walking towards her.

He is tall, wearing a page boy cap, leather jacket and courier bag thrown casually over his shoulder hastily on his way out the door.  He could be described as typical Vancouver hipster – slash – scenester – slash- heart breaker handsome. Les Sigh.  Lucky girl I think.  Oh god, I hope I am not staring at them both, but I can't seem to look away.    He leans into her, says something and she laughs... and I can see the curve of the neck as she throws her head back and laughs... he is pleased.  He puts his hands on the table... immediately defining the territory.   He briefly scans around the table to see who's there.  Looks up at me and gives me a sly grin…..  I see his legs spreading out slightly and her thighs pressing tighter together... like the bodies are speaking in their own primitive language while the tongues go on about daily trivia.

My coffee has come. I stand up; the laptop bag alights on the shoulders. I pay and walk out... and turn back at the door to look at them. The woman looks at me and I smile. She smiles back. The core of one woman speaks to another in that brief moment to appreciate. I walk out and head to work, happy for them but yearning for somebody far away.

But that is half the fun isn’t it?

Blue Monday

OK kids, so it’s Monday morning…yeah. I know.  But it really feels like a MONDAY whatever that means.

It’s raining.  I am sleepy. I had to make a cappuccino stop on the way to work because (gasp)  cute mod work husband is on holiday today… (Insert pout HERE ______) .  

This especially sucks because I am in a really helpless mood today and need to be taken care of a little bit.  I would have preferred to stay in bed under my fluffy white duvet devouring the latest Sunset, Walrus or Vogue magazine scouring it for summer fashion & travel tips. There is nothing more  indulgent on a rainy weekday morning than grabbing a French press of coffee, a good pan au chocolate, some berries and crawling back into bed to relax and read.. oh the luxury.

But this is not the case today.  I am in a beige government cube – and as much as I love my job, it has been difficult getting here.  I had to get up.  I had to shower, get dressed and get motivated to come into the office.  Gah!

All the while knowing that somebody extra special is only a few kilometres away in a downtown hotel room, and I don’t get to see him.   He was out and about taking photos, and having a romantic get-away with is primary… and I was so tickled that he was in town.  I need to preface this by stating he NEVER ever comes up here… so I was really chuffed that he decided to pop up.   Now If I actually got to visit / show him around that would have been even better.  Les grande sigh.  I know, I know.... it's like beating my head against a wall. He is who he is.. it would actually surprise me any other way.

So sitting here blogging, listening to French Ye Ye pop and contemplating my next move, which will be to call up work husband @ home and ask him to drop by with my cappuccino.  Never mind this report that is due..It can wait right?

Xoxo

Oh, and this is what I am listening to at the moment. Perfect for this morning's rant.

http://www.youtube.com/

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