“There are only 2 days a year when you cannot do anything: one is called yesterday the other is called tomorrow … so today is the day to love, believe, do and, mainly, LIVE” ~ Dalai Lama
Long story short:
I dated a girl (Jen) who had a friend named Rachel. I didn’t know Rachel well but liked her – she was very different. I couldn’t place quite why I felt that way it was just a pleasant feeling I experienced around her. When I say different I mean it in the most positive sense of the word. This girl did not follow regular conventions for relationships, work, thoughts and finally, travel.
This was some two and a half years ago. Maybe longer. Probably longer. My timelines are blurry. The girls (Jen and Rachel) had taken off with another friend on a cross Canada roadtrip where Jen was going to cycle a good portion of the way and meet up with the other two to camp out and site see etc at pre-determined locations.
But I am getting off track. This is not what I want to write about.
I stumbled on Rachel’s facebook page today and noticed she had been writing a blog (YAY!).
This is no ordinary blog.
About the time Jen and I ended things Rachel was heading off to Abu Dhabi with her mother for two and a half months to teach English (I think thats what the idea was). When I stumbled on her blog through her facebook page I realized she is still there and writing about all her adventures! Colour me excited. Click on the link, its pretty amazing to see what this Canadian girl is up to.
If I were a month I’d be October
If I were a day I’d be Sunday
If I were a time of day I’d be 6 a.m.
If I were a font I’d be old style calligraphy
If I were a sea animal I’d be a starfish
If I were a direction I’d be North
If I were a piece of furniture I’d be my bed
If I were a liquid I’d be silver petron tequila
If I were a gemstone I’d be a fire agate
If I were a tree I’d be a oak
If I were a tool I’d be plyers
If I were a flower I’d be a peony
If I were an element of weather I’d be wind
If I were a musical instrument I’d be a bagpipe
If I were a color I’d be the colour of warm honey
If I were an emotion I’d be love
If I were a fruit I’d be a cranberry
If I were a sound I’d be PapaPug’s snore
If I were an element I’d be oxygen
If I were a car I’d be a 1969 yellow fastback
If I were a food I’d be french toast
If I were a place I’d be that rock with that view on Burke Mountain
If I were a material I’d be velvet
If I were a taste I’d be caramel
If I were a scent I’d be vanilla
If I were a body part I’d be an arms
If I were a song I’d be Dixie Chicks Not Ready to Make Nice
If I were a bird I’d be a finch
If I were a gift I’d be a shoulder
If I were a city I’d be in a harbour
If I were a door I’d be a doggy door
If I were a pair of shoes I’d be gumboots!
If I were a poem I’d be