I have the good fortune of having many friends that like to cook and are fairly creative. Practicing Bikram so regularly makes the food I eat that much more important – it needs to be nourishing and substantial yet not incredibly heavy. This soup was made up on the spot but turned out to be quite satisfying as a winter evening meal.Continue reading “Chicken and Bok Choy Soup”
When you’re looking for work time morphs in such strange ways. Weekends seem long, dismal and never ending – because you know the chances of hearing from anyone are slim. Weekdays pass quickly and public holidays become this irritating inconvenience instead of a day of to relax and unwind.
Every moment you are not doing something towards your future there is a twinge of guilt. Should you really be making social plans? Should you really be committing to anything other than your future? How long should you work before allowing yourself to take a break?
Of course once you find work you look back, disappointed that you didn’t take advantage of the time you had off to take care of irritating errands such as getting your passport, or renewing your driver’s license. You wish you had put the in-between hours to better use.
Sometimes we spend too much time waiting. Waiting for our lives to begin, waiting till we get the perfect job or outfit or significant other. We don’t take advantage of our each and every waking moment. Life is short and each second you waste thinking about what could be, is wasting what is right in front of you: the present and all that it has to offer.
One of my resolutions this year is to stop waiting. There is nothing wrong with looking forward to your future. But I want to avoid looking back with regret. When all those things you are excited for to come to be, there will just be other things you are waiting for. And you may well waste that time looking ahead or looking back rather than just being present and enjoying it.
Just a thought for the beginning of the post-family day workweek.
As a writer, I’m often faced with the problem of language and it’s limitations. Words are our tools, tools we use to shape and create images and characters, to reach into the brains of our readers and show them something they have not seen before at least in our specific version of an event or a story.Continue reading “Words”
A curious mix of panicked claustrophobia and awestruck wonder will clutch your heart as soon as you step into Green’s Antiques. You will witness a plethora of dusty possessions crammed into a dusty ventilation-free room.
This Parliament Street institution is a metaphor for the neighbourhood it borders; forgotten furniture, trinkets and jewelry, set against the backdrop of a man in a brightly colored t-shirt listening to top 40 R&B favorites; an eclectic mix of old meets new.
I’ve often felt (and been told) that what happens in the yoga room echoes what happens in the world outside. The challenges you face on your mat, are parallel to those you face in life.
Unemployment and yoga have traditionally gone well for me together. I can practice at all times of the day, and it gets me out of the house and into a zone so zen that I’m better able to concentrate on what I have to do next.
Nobody needs to tell you that unemployment sucks. When you spend your every waking moment writing cover letters time warps to snail pace. Hours seem like days. Days seem like weeks. Weeks seem like years.
The recent recession created much unemployment and layoffs but it was also responsible for giving a lot of people the courage to quit their secure 9-5 positions to do what they loved – myself included. Either way we’re all in the same boat – unemployed and out of our element.
Earlier this year I took a Travel Writing Class at George Brown. Our instructor told us that our job was to report, not to offer our rather inexperienced opinions. There seems to be a fine line between just the facts and your experience of what happens.
He said it doesn’t matter if you hate all-inclusive resorts, if you are the only one sulking at the pool among hundreds of people that are having the time of their lives, then you have to take those peoples experiences into account. You can’t just condemn the resort because it’s not your thing.
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This is something I wrote six years ago while ago sitting in a coffee shop on 8th avenue. I posted it the last time I had a blog, about a million years ago. It’s kind of strange but it represents how I feel about the creative process.
Procrastination. I write the word out slowly and carefully in a beautiful cursive script. I trace it again on top pondering over each letter. I go over it again. And again. When I’m finished I underline the word. Then I draw a box around it. Then I draw a box around the box. I shade in both boxes leaving the word itself intact. I try to stop there but my pen stays firmly connected to paper.
I was sitting at my desk working on something for Mooney On Theatre when I first felt the tremors. Growing up in India I had experienced a few earthquakes, usually not much more than a very short faint sensation of the ground shaking beneath my feet. Often I thought I had dreamed it.
However, today was different. Besides the obvious, that I am in Toronto and not in New Delhi India, the tremors were more powerful than I’d ever felt before, and seemed to last a lifetime. Also that tightening of my throat, that feeling of panic tends to be slightly more intense when you’re alone in your 20th floor condo than when you’re on the second floor of a family home.