we keep it moving.
caught that spring sun in those streets. whistles, grits, croissants and daffodils all in the sun in those streets. and when the sun set… facials, fires, warm sistren and sweet dudes filled my heart in the dark of those streets.
we spent some familia time in the lovely cuba. these are 5 things i discovered:
1. we are a passionate family and nothing will change that.
2. snorkelling feels like a lucid dream.
3. i will write a novel out of an apartment in habana.
4. there must’ve been a cuban spice embargo.
5. i still look like rihanna.
i just played april in kristen thomson’s newest play, someone else (crow’s theatre/canadian stage). and what a beautiful journey it was. to work with such brilliant minds and overflowing hearts day after day. it was sublime. three weeks of rehearsal and thirty-two shows later, i’m wandering through parkdale wondering how time still manages to convey such mystery to me. where is all goes; how it all goes… sometimes when you’re most present, you’re also most likely to forget. which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. at least you have to chance to discover it all over and over and over again.
pomme. get into it.
the red ones like to pop. you can see them for miles. change never looked so purdy… or has it? like the time i decided to run blazing towards the end, just to be brilliant, just to go out in flames? the red ones be the dramatists. they like to flare, like to make us city slickers stare, and marvel. we think in plaids and tweeds, but this… this is so much more.