August 2009
10 posts
Including Lucas (Excerpt, Spring '08)
Three weeks later, I smiled for I had become one with New York, wandering up and down the streets of Manhattan, loving the gaggles of people on my street with a morning “Hello” and an evening “Goodnight” I rode the subway and learned the etiquette of looking up and down and not into anyone’s eye, (though, I stared at people anyways)…
Seeing me Through You (excerpt '08)
When I recall that day I smile, its hard not to. It changed my life. I may not be the most confident woman you will ever meet, like everyone I struggle: I have put some hefty walls up, thus making it difficult to be found. But that day, he gave me courage. He showed me, me, in his eyes. And, I liked who he saw…
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When it Mattered - Thinking about the Past...
I’ll name a street after you, I said. You said you’d name one after me - Belle Street. I smiled inside I never forgot ————- I took love for granted. Thought it would always be.
Perhaps he was my first love, or maybe I was too naive to understand. We met as teenagers and as much as we wanted to, we never dated. Our timing was always always wrong. Instead he stayed my best...
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An Old Blog (Christmas '07)
Riding the subway today, there was this little girl seated, squished between her family. She kept looking at me, so I kept smiling at her. Every time I smiled, she beamed. - It kinda made my day, she was so sweet.
An Old Blog (excerpt Spring '08)
… I am scared of loving it (Victoria, BC) so much that I loose sight of the big picture. NYC has become this huge dream and when I think about the future, I think about walking down the busy streets, writing emails and stories in Bryant Park, photographing the people, the architecture, the stories. I think about the art gallery I would love to have, and doing love-based missions. I imagine...
the personal files (excerpt, spring '08)
I remember the exact moment when I truly started to care about you, as a person. When I knew, you were someone I was excited to know, be friends with. We were on the train going to the big game, and I was telling you about my dreams, you were so excited. You had this sparkle in your eye that told me you believed in everything I was saying. That I really could go all the way (career wise) - I was...
“I feel I can cope when I look through the lens of God’s Wisdom”
– spoken wisely by my friend Tanya K
the personal files (excerpt, spring '08)
Photography snuck up on me, it picked me. It came so swiftly; there was no chance of denial. My talent became affirmed over and over. Almost like it wanted to teach me to believe again. I can see now, affirmation is my love language. When people tell me “Sherri, you can do it!” – That’s when I see it, feel it for certain in my heart that I really can. The night I was to leave, He and I, we sat...
Including Lucas (excerpt spring '08),
What happens when your dreams change; you plan your path and suddenly, it shifts. Almost a year ago I sojourned to New York City, New York. As a girl from small suburban city Canada, I’m sure you can imagine my graceful entrance to NYC, how wide my bright blue eyes stretched, as my naive little self clamored off the bus (in West Harlem), to proceed down a foreign street to my new little...
July 2009
5 posts
little black dresses
she would like to be witty when it matters she wishes she did not just not stumble - stutter… shuffle along a grown woman lost in whimsical hopes and meaningless hyperbole she secretly owns a little black dress, or four that’s right four - she feels defensive inside but she’s really not her broken heart is sewn together with barbed wire she might be jaded, a little jaded with...
“And sometimes it’s not the journey, it’s the destination.”
– sex and the city
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umbrella man (NYC '07)
Today I felt beauty from the rain, splashing my face. The rain this spring has been magnificent in downpour, making this city that never stops, come to a crashing halt, with every one but, street vendors running for cover. Appearing from nowhere, (carts full of umbrellas) yelling, “Umbrellas five dollars - only five dollars!” During one of these said downpours, I stand huddled in the doorway...
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the first taste (bryant park spring '07)
I am sitting in a park blogging, and the best part of this adventure is that my only worry seems to be whether or not I’ll get pooped on by a pigeon. I wonder if that happens to people often? I keep getting beamed in the head by these little buds falling from the trees. It is very windy. It is a nice warm windy that opposites the winds of Winnipeg, Canada (where until two weeks ago, I resided). I...