Sophisticate

Today I went to work on a different note.  A reality in my world has changed.  And I welcome it.  Out with the old, in with the new. 

The day, continued from yesterday, from  my wonderful afternoon in Chinatown.  Inspired by an inspiring friend to go to try tea tasting, is exactly what I did.  I was more than pleasantly surprised.  I forgot about how wonderful it is to stop and remember my body, it's senses; to pause, and see, smell, taste, hear, and silence.  To share.  To introduce.  To be, and that's all that need be.  No matter where or what I do.  Just to be right right where and how I am right now.  And that's enough.

Today my last client was a wonderful woman who was very tall, and older than she appeared (about 30 years younger, I thought!).  She grew up in Montreal, and now she's here.  We had such a wonderful conversation, and I dont think she knew what it did for me.  I love my job for that. We spoke of simple things such as travel and quality of food comparing Vancouver and Montreal.  Shopping here and there, like there used to be more boutiques there, and now there's just a lot of box stores there.  I forgot how or why I like distinguished things so much.   

Then we spoke about the French language.  I asked her to explain to me what it was to her.  She said that it was a language that is something that is poetry.  It is like painting.  You literally paint with the words.  That's the grammar of it.  That's the beautiful of it.  A light went on for me.  Such as my French landlord writing things that seem to ramble on.  But what he's really doing is being polite.  In French, you must dance around, and then make your point at the end, she said.  Now it all came together.  This is why I love French film so much!  Yay!  NOW I understand!  Now I must learn it!  Or at least endeavour to embrace it.  I just couldnt 'get it' before. 

 I was reminded of what inspired me when I was younger.  Two very important men were in my life.  They were and probably still are quite distinguished and well read and intelligent men.  The two men were my Uncle Eugene and a family friend Doctor Thorfason.  My uncle as I now know isnt' the man i thought him to be, but he still had quite a positive influence on me.  I was about 8 or 9 when I stayed with my aunt and uncle for a summer.  I learned something about quality through him.  He stressed the importance of simple important quality of crystal glasses vs. glass.  They shone clearer, brighter, they 'sang'.  Yes, even down to the sound of them.  The cut as well as the shape.  I didnt know till years later that the shape greatly influences the taste as well. 

Doctor Thorfason was a family friend who was a dentist.  His background is Norweigan, and he had a sense of reverence for language, arts, culture, and cuisine.  He taught me to play chess.  And I looked up to him for how he had conversations with my mother about language, and what he taught her.  I think he was a true intellectual, and I admired that in him beyond belief.  Also I think it was because we just generally liked eachother.  I felt like he 'saw' into me and saw that I was a person that was smart and valued enough for him to spend the time to teach me things in his world. 

I admit, I'm attracted always to charming, intelligent, and even pompous men.  Also that have an air of confidence.  That sounds a bit creepy in reference following the above paragraph!  But it's what influences one in life that influences their future, I think.

I'm a dreamer.  Not necessarily a doer.  Something I endeavour to change/improve.

And another thing.  Why is it that I believe in God and I have a hard time talking about him.  It's like I have an amazing friend that I keep a secret.  That's just wierd.  Just an observation.

Oh!  I almost forgot.  My uncle Eugene taught me a lot about politeness, and etiquette; especially at concerts.  I always liked how snobby it seemed.  For some reason I thought it was desirable (a status thing) to be that way.  Funny, I try not to be now.  But at the time...  I love things that are 'proper.  Which is why I happen to love the British royalty through my romanticized eyes.  Lol.  How improper of me to punctuate with slang!  Lol again!  Ha HA.  The British in me is coming out! 

So growing up, I found myself involved in different varieties of music.  Singing with my mom when I was 2-5, piano starting from 5 years old, singing in choirs all school years, chamber choir, jazz choir, and concerts the whole way through.  I always loved that feeling.  And I'm remembering what is missing in my life for the last years is music!  I've been thinking of this recently a lot.  A man called Daniel is helping me to remember, and that's a most wonderful thing.  I wonder how to let him know.  I've got a little idea ;) !  But the thing is how to convey how big this is.  I suppose that's just through time and action.  Thankyou to Daniel for reminding me of the beauty of life.  And to think I almost missed it! 

Right then, here's to emptying my thoughts, attempting to write full paragraphs and sentences with a decent use of grammar, and then .... the rest is (the scent of) dreams.