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Not-so-silent observations that splinter my conversations. Harnessing the steady flow of random thoughts and musings that continuously interrupt my daily conversations. Paired here with my artwork and photographs from recent adventures. Non sequitur (pronounced \ˈnän-ˈse-kwə-tər\)- a response which, due to its apparent lack of meaning relative to its context, seems absurd to the point of being humorous or confusing.

Saturday, April 3, 2010


I am missing one.

I seem to be surrounded by heroes and heroines who were accompanied by their loyal and fearless side kicks.

An audience present and accounted for.

I just finished watching Julie & Julia. It could be an inspiring, promising tale - writer overcomes hurdles, succeeds at cooking her way through Child's cookbook acquiring skills, fans, fame and success along the way...

As the movie poignantly notes..."Julia Child wasn't always Julia Child."

This is true. The movie documents the sometimes achingly slow process of Julia becoming Julia Child and Julie growing into her self and and back into a writer. But in the movie, Julie and Julia always have a side kick, a partner, accompaniment.

A somewhat captive audience for whom the story unfolds.

The way I understand the story, Julia Child didn't actually marry until she was forty. I want to know more about the time before her husband. But the story of Julia becoming the Julia Child begins AFTER she has already found her trusty side kick.

In order for the the story to begin, does our hero or heroine need a partner, an audience per se, to witness the account? What would have become of Julia without her husband? And of Julie? She stopped cooking the one night he left her....

Do I need a side kick for my story to even begin?

Julie and Julia shared not only a hearty passion for all things culinary. Both faced their share of:
Stumbling blocks.

In the company of these obstacles each found their trusty side kick standing by, waiting with encouragement, gentle, persuasive nudges, "saintly" acts and/or delightfully distracting kisses.

Granted, sometimes the side kick also offers honesty, distraction or otherwise unhelpful "assistance."

What happens when the dream and the happiness exist but in the absence of someone else as witness? Has the story not yet truly begun? If a tree falls in an empty forest, does it make a sound to be heard? Am I making an audible sound? I am no longer certain if I'm even making sense!

What is the purpose of a side kick? A side kick would hold me accountable. No flaking, procrastinating or otherwise postponing my dreams. A side kick would loyally defend me against my critics. My side kick would sit beside me when a meltdown overcomes me. A side kick would inspire me to become the best version of myself.

I am eagerly awaiting my side kick - trustworthy, honest-to-a-fault, stubbornly independent at times, consistently loving, playful, respectful, loyal and encouraging, compassionate, creative. No need to kill lobsters, although it might some day come in handy. Must have a sense of personal style, an appreciation for design, art and all things refined, enjoy doing handstands in the park, dancing in the kitchen, reading, holding hands, taking long walks and generally soaking up each other's company.

In the meantime, I am savouring all that I enjoy and at some point must share. I can be grateful. I have it all to myself. If only my perception about solitude was synonymous with that of enjoying a favorite dessert all to myself. An entire chocolate mousse of my very own! But to me is it ever quite as sweet as when I am able to dialogue and discourse about the texture, the taste, the smell, the airy lightness, the rich, smooth delight in each bite?

I would prefer to share the experiences - food and life seamlessly intertwined with another, like-minded person. Perhaps, for now, my readers will become my audience. My place-holding side kick. As my story is unfolding already. I refuse to wait any longer. I am eager to create my dream and write my story starting now.

Will you accompany me for the journey? I promise to fill the time with honesty and delightful discomfort.