Early rising and fiery aftermath

Out last night at the lookout with Siobhan, had a few drinks and soaked up the non smoking environment. What a joy it was to come home and not reek of smoke.

Reeking of smoke was all about yesterday afternoon. Helping Sean and Michael clear out their apt. after the fire that happened on Thursday morning. Tragic really, but no one was hurt so it's all good. I wasn't in the house but 2 minutes before every inch of my body was saturated by the smoky campfire smell. This was no campfire... No insurance meant a lot of sifting though rubble for any surviving artifacts or clothes. Sean sees it as a purging. Forced as it may be it's a sure-fire way to part with objects which under normal circumstances would cause endless hours of humming and hawing whether to keep or not. It's gone, and there aint a darned thing that you can do about it to make it all come back. Happily enough, Sean did speak of a great feeling of freedom. It's very true that the objects and material possessions to which we treasure the most can be at times, an unforeseen weight.

New beginnings, all around me... Some forced, some unfair, some chosen. Its strange how you coast along life at times and everything seems so stable and uneventful... and I'm not sure if it's not until you seek out change yourself, that you see it occurring all around you. Or if some sort of planetary alignment can spark of these sorts of events. I'm
kind of thinking that it's a bit of both. I think it's safe to allow myself that thought...

men•tal / 'men-t&l
1 a : of or relating to the mind; specifically : of or relating to the total emotional and intellectual response of an individual to external reality

' ir•ri•ga•tion /"ir-&-'gA-sh&n/ noun
1 : WET, MOISTEN: as a : to supply (as land) with water by artificial means b : to flush (a body part) with a stream of liquid (as in removing a foreign body or medicating)
2 : to refresh as if by watering

The park people

I'm finding myself to be much more observant than normal as of late. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that I'm leaving soon, so I'm trying to soak in all of the scents, scenery and people in this beautiful city of Ottawa. This morning on my leisurely walk to work, I couldn't help but notice all the park people. Scattered indiscriminately around confederation park were people. People of all different colours and social classes all just resting. One girl was soundly sleeping on her back on the edge of the fountain. Quite fascinating. I had the overwhelming feeling that they were all there just waiting for time to pass. Like waiting for your plane to board or your bus to come, they were time waiters. I can sympathize with that; of late I've found myself slipping into time waiting mode. I mustn't remain idle too long. I have too much absorb.

Half day of work today, and plenty of sunshine. No blockages today!

Lust, lust, lust

The distance between time and space and sweaty naked skin is so blurry. The daze of a hangover coupled with time well spent... life is sweet.

I'm feeling so distracted today and I'm thinking that I know why. Sometimes Wednesday nights should really be Friday nights... if only I could re-arrange time.

"Do you think if you press yourself so tightly against someone's chest that eventually your hearts will begin to beat at the same rhythm?" "I doubt it" I replied. But for now, I want to believe. Ahh, the simple pleasure of fully enjoying the time and space that you're occupying.

Sweet sweet lust. I like it here, can I stay for a while?

Mental irrigation.

So I thought that this might be a good way to do this. Write some thoughts, keep track of time, give proper acknowledgement to the things and people that interact with on a daily basis. Make sure that things flow smoothly... unclog the blocks.

I am but a few short days away from leaving my job, apartment and country to embark upon a new chapter of my life... So really, I guess it's like starting at the begining.

T-minus 31 days and I'll be boarding a plane to England. Much to do before then. Lots of string to tie up. lucky for me I know a few sailing knots.