A haiku for you

I love my little dog.

Smelling like a bowl of basmati rice.

Sleeping ontop of my head.

 

 

Sully really does smell like Basmati rice.

And really does nap in bed with me. Actually, I wrote this Haiku while IN bed, trying to sleep, whilst the dog sat on my head. I think that’s where I got my inspiration.

Also: I have never written a Haiku before. I had to look up how many words I was allowed. I’m pretty sure this is a very terrible Haiku.

I hope you like it.

Also, you can’t see it, but Sully is just about to take a giant chunk out of that flower. I don’t blame him, it smelled like candy.

My love-hate relationship with books

I’ve reached this really tricky point in my reading life.

I’m starting to read GOOD BOOKS.

And every time I read a GOOD BOOK I start this strange cycle. I don’t plow through the chapters like I would a Dan Brown novel…

I savour every word. Because every word is chosen for a reason, and says something special.

So on I go, tasting each word, swirling it around in my mouth for about 10 seconds before swallowing…

Until I get about 4/5ths of the way through the book. That’s when I hit this point where I’m overwhelmed with sadness.

The book is almost done. Soon, there will be no more new pages in this book. I will have to find a NEW book and hope one can hold a candle to the one I’m reading right now.

Sometimes, I get so depressed over the ending of a good book… I’ll just stop reading.

I did this with Eat Pray Love. I stopped reading it for probably a month or more because I didn’t know what I was going to do afterwards, and didn’t want to “lose” it as a companion.

I just finished the best Canadian book I’ve ever read. It’s by a young Newfoundland author by the name of Jessica Grant. I heard about it oh Shelagh Rogers’  The Next Chapter one day when I was driving from Penticton to Kelowna when I first moved here last fall.

Actually, it was the day I saw and wrote this little entry.

People have asked me what the book is about since, but I never do it justice. You really need to hear the author describe it herself.

This is Jessica Grant interview with Shelagh Rogers. If you have the time or interest, give it a listen. I was so captivated by the idea I immediately went out and bought the book. In hardcover (It took me until this summer to crack the cover though).

It’s since won Amazon.ca’s First Novel Award.

The end of the rainbow

I first saw it as I rounded the bend of a steep mountain incline. The rock had blocked my view of the water ahead for quite a distance, shielding the beauty beyond. As I turned the steering wheel to the far left, a sparkle caught my attention in-between the wiper blades; I saw a flash of colour out of the corner of my eye.

Curiosity prevailed over safe driving practises and I turned my entire head towards the lake. There, to the far edge of the Okanogan’s crystal waters a rainbow emerged and soared towards the clouds. Stealing glances out the passenger window, I watched as it glided its way across the water. Each time I checked the road in front of me and looked back at the colourful arch, it had moved closer to the middle of the lake.

Finally finding its resting spot, the mirage began to focus its energies on colour definition. I watched, transfixed, as the lines between red, yellow, blue and indigo solidified into clear stripes of orange, green and purple. Like a prism, with no room for hazy transitions.

Snapping out of a trance, I corrected the steering wheel of my car and looked back again through the trees… but it was too late. Spent from the effort, the rainbow had burnt itself out. And all that remained was the sun peeking through the clouds, a fine mist of rain, and the glistening, undisturbed, water.