Monthly Archives: July 2007

I will be ripening until late summer. You can come and pick me on September 1st.

Blasted! How does one begin a post such as this?

Well, you begin by saying “I will return on September 01, 2007 to write and create on this Blog.”

I’ve been asking myself many questions as of late pertaining to life, blogging, love, family, work and creativity, and where it is that I want to be within all of those things. I am there now existing in one form or other in all of them. The shape appears draped with cloth, hazy and just out of reach; when today that is just not so.

I have been thinking much on the Law of Attraction. I have been thinking much on how integral it is for a human being to be part of something, regardless of what it is that she chooses and wants to be part of.

I’ve begun thinking how a maniquin is only a maniquin and not a human being with emotion, unless you animate it and make it your own.

I bid you all adieu tonight. I’ll see you around and be by to say hi on all your own respective *sites.

I honestly love you my online friends. *muah*

*blog didn’t rhyme

The economics of happy

First, smile, then roll up your sleeves and begin painting one wall at a time.

Over the last few days I have cleaned, painted, washed, scrubbed until sparkling and sweated it out with my Dad over town in the vacant two bedroom apartment that came up for rent this month. The apartment is beneath my maternal grandmother’s flat. Above that there is another rental flat.

About 20, maybe 25 years ago my folks purchased this building in the rundown core of the city and have been restoring it back to it’s original lustre ever since. Uptown Saint John is a mix of poverty and wealth at the moment. Streets can mark the change but more often than not, today you see people taking pride in their properties as the old, dilapidated structures are being deemed not safe for habitation and torn down or revitalized and repaired if possible.

Over the years I’ve migrated back to Saint John on numerous occassions to live. This time feels different. It feels good. It is grand. The city feels prosperous. It certainly is not the same as it was 15 years ago when I first moved away.

Many call this gentrification. I tend to agree. It is happening right now.

I had only read about gentrification and hadn’t ever had the experience of being (living) a part of it. The thing is this: if you arrive in a city after the bubble’s burst the cost of living is surely extravagant to say the least.

But if you are ever presented an opportunity to be a part of a region’s growth fueling positive cultural and economic iniatives, take it. It may never materialize in your’s or your children’s lifetime again.