drinking green tea and blogging
Posted by Meg Tilly
Rita and Heather are at Prince Charles Secondary in Creston and Bryan had a bite to eat with David and me at A Break In Time Cafe. It’s funny how on the road we choose where we want to eat, not by by the delicious smells that pour out of the doors, but by whether or not the place has free-wireless Internet. Luckily we’ve been pretty fortunate and many of the coffee places that are forward thinking enough to install free-wireless are usually geared towards a younger more hip, multi-piercing, flowing skirts and have home baked foods with thick multi-grain bread.
Okay, actually, that’s not true at all. The free-wireless the day before yesterday, dealt out huge stacks of homemade french fries and thick chocolate shakes. Delicious, but not exactly healthy.
Hmm…I just realized I am blogging about food again. I do not have a one track mind. I am in control of my fingers. On to another subject.
I am very thankful that I was thrown into a van with this particular group of authors and Bryan. It’s like our stories and poems and life perspectives, have woven this diverse multi-colored huge hammock that is stretched out under a vast canopy of trees. And then there we are taking risk, learning to fly, sometimes falling, but not far or fatally because the rest of us are there, arms, hearts outstretched, holding, gently cradling the others to the ground.
David. I really appreciated our talk in the van when Byran walked Rita and Heather into the school. Heather, I admire your generosity, and the fact that you decided a couple years ago to learn how to swim. That says so much about how you live your life. Rita, thank you for the quiet comfort it brings me by just being in your company. And Bryan…I don’t know how you do it, but I am grateful.
