"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Monday, July 13, 2009

The NewFound Land Journals, Entry 7.

It rained today. I've never experienced rain that felt or smelled so clean. I wanted to go outside and lay down and just feel it pitter patter pour all over me. I love the rain.

I promise a more substantial post tommorrow. We're going to Grandfalls to stock up on some stuff, cause we've got a whole slew of people coming in starting on wednesday. Yay, there's so many of them, that I'll have to give up my room.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

The NewFound Land Journals, Entry 6.

I apologize for not writing yesterday. There was no point in writing when nothing interesting happened. Well, the pace is much slower here, so nothing ever really happens, but that's okay. It's probably the reason I love it so much.

It's quiet. The only thing you hear all day everyday is the wind brushing past the birch trees, and the water trickling through the brook situated right beside the house.You never hear a siren. You never hear a car, let alone see one. This is Millertown, population 100 old people.

In other news, I've been working my ass off. There's a big wedding somewhere in town next week, and we'll have approximately 16-19 guests starting on Wednesday. Nan wants the place in tip top shape, so I've been mopping and cleaning like mad. Next week, she and I will have to wax the floors. Fun.

I saw a squirrel today. I had gone outside on the back porch to shake out a mat when I saw him. He was munching on sunflower seeds from the birdfeeder, having scared all the grosbeaks and finches away. He stopped and stared. I stopped and stared. On impulse, I actually put the mat down and slowly made my way over to him, he just kept watching me. I got within two feed of him, before he finally got bored and scampered away. He was adorable, so I think I'll call him..Richard. If I see him again, I'll let you know.

So, other than that, nothing new or spectacular, but keep up with my blog anways!

Thursday, July 9, 2009

The NewFound Land Journals, Entry 5.

I made a hashbrown casserole today. Though I can't cook very many things without first burning it or turning it into mulch, this was simple and actually turned out really well. For those who don't know, a hashbrown casserole is essentially hashbrowns, onions, sour cream, creme of mushroom, cornflake crumbs, and cheese. I know that sounds gross, but it is SOO TASTY!

I didn't do much work today. I was mostly in the kitchen, cutting up onion, washing pots, boiling eggs, that sort of stuff. I also did a ton of cleaning today. Unloading the dishwasher, reloading it. Clearing after dinner, wiping everything down. My nan is right when she says, "The mess never ends."

But otherwise, I'm still loving it here. :)

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

The NewFound Land Journals, Entry 4.

Today was another gorgeous day. The sun was shining, there was a slight breeze, the sky was blue and the water was clearer than anything I've ever seen.

Sometimes, I forget that I'm actually here to help maintain the inn, and I just feel really blessed to wake up and look out the window and see the lake. But I did do some work today. I helped finish the sanding in one of the rooms that's being renovated right now, I swept and mopped, did some weeding, and helped make dinner for the guests.

I think the highlight of the day was when my grandmother took me quading. Large machinery makes me sqeamish, so I just rode on the back while she tore it up. Yeah, I know! A grandmother! Anyways, I got to see the area surrounding Miller Town, which I really enjoyed. A lot of it is just forest, miles of wild forest that you couldn't navigate. Ever. But there are a few little hidden spots, like a chocolate egg in your shoe on Easter. My favorite one was the little rock hill. When you scramble up there, you get a beautiful veiw of the lake, and you can see any of the houses or powerlines. It really does make you feel small.

So, till tommorrow.

Oh, and a big shout-out to Kristen, a really good friend of mine. You are so lucky that you get to see this all the time, and you are such a great person. I hope you never change, I hope you know that I feel truly blessed to have you as a friend.. I miss you so much. Mental Hugs!

Another day has come and gone without you, Michael. I miss you so much, can't wait to see you again. Love you. :)

The Butterfly Ring.

Butterfly Ring, butterfly ring.
Sprout them and take Wing,
take Me back to Him,
upon your Stainless Steel back.

Butterfly Ring, butterfly ring.
How high can you Sing?
Do you think He can hear you,
can He hear Me,
Crying for Him?

Butterfly Ring, butterfly ring.
I Clutch at you, and
the Chain from which You hang.
And I Pray, and Hope, and Scream
for Fear that He
Forgets Me.

* * *
Yay for randoms blurbs of inspiration that make no sense, even to me! I actually like this one, even though I'm not sure what I'm trying to say here.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

The NewFound Land Journals, Entry 3.

I slept seventeen hours. I counted.

I didn't wake till around two o'clock, Newfie time, which actually isn't too bad. That's like eleven in the morning in Edmonton.

But that's beside the point. The point of this particular entry is that this place is so amazing. This is how much I love it: When I marry, I want it to happen right here, in Miller Town.

The air is so clean and moist. That was the first thing I noticed when I first stepped outside. I stood there for perhaps ten minutes, just breathing in the air. Yes, I'm aware of how stupid that is. The trees here are wild, and many of the roads are dirt and overgrown with shrubbery. The skyscrapers of this place are mountains (hills, compared to B.C) and thirty foot tall trees. I love it here, and I know that Mike would too.

I miss him so much already. And all throughout the day, he was the only thing I could think about. My hand kept flying back up to my neck, where the chain and ring he gave me for our three month landmark hangs. It's actually not until the twelfth, but he gave it to me early. I love it so much, I haven't taken it off since he gave it to me, nor do I plan to. I'll have to get him something while I'm here, something that he'll love.

Monday, July 6, 2009

The NewFound Land Journals, Entry 2.

So, let me recap the incredibly long and tedious journey I had to endure to make to the Maritimes. 12:00 o'clock midnight, I said goodbye to my Mother, Stepfather, and Love of my life, and passed through the security at the airport alone. Several times, I just felt like sitting down and crying, or I wanted to start pounding my head against a wall and scream at the top of my lungs, "What am I doing, what am I doing, WHAT AM I DOING?!!" I guess the best way to explain this behaviour would be like this: I've already spent a majority of my summer away from Michael. And now I'm leaving again for THREE WEEKS. I feel so bad about leaving him all alone for the month of July, which I could have blissfully spent buried in his arms. But nonetheless, this chance will never come again, and I couldn't bare to miss it.

So, the plane took me all the way to Toronto. I watched the sun peek up over the clouds, and then I contemplated how peaceful and completely surreal the Earth was when it was masked with them, and the only thing you can see are the pastel colors of the sky as dawn wakes up the world. It's so beautiful, and it really does make you forget all your worries.

So the plane landed at exactly 6:26 am (I checked.), and I had to hang around the terminal until 10:00, which was when the plane going from Toronto to Deer Lake started boarding. I felt so lost and out of place, with so many people moving this way and that, and everyone in a rush. In the end, I sat myself down and just watched the people go by. I desperately wanted to sleep, but my Mother had forwarned me about the dangers involved and I was paranoid. So I watched the people go by. I watched them rush off to flights, look after little ones, argue, and pretty much destroy what it means to be fashionable, trendy, or even just aware of what you look like and how you're presenting yourself. Toronto, this is a message to you! You may host shows like 'Canada's Next Top Model,' but some of you really need to look in a mirror BEFORE you leave the house.

At 10:30, I was boarding for Deer Lake. I was much more relaxed this time (it helps to have a window seat), and almost as soon as I plopped into my seat, I was out. I slept the entire way there, I was so exhausted. I met up with my grandparents at the tiniest terminal I've ever seen and we got in the car and just started to drive. Miller Town is about a two and a half hour drive from Deer Lake.

I've never seen anywhere so beautiful, aside from British Columbia. Green, green, green. It all looks so untouched, so preserved. There are trees growing any which way they want, some as huge as the ones that line Flagstone in St.Albert. The wild shrubs and sunshine yellow flowers that line he road just make it all the better.

And the INN! My Grandparent's bed and breakfast, called Lakeveiw Inn, is a huge victorian style house. It hase ten bedrooms, four bathrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and the most beautiful deck that wraps the whole way around the house. And he rest of the property is just astounding as well. Everything is so well maintained, sooo beautiful.

I don't even do the place justice. But either way, I'm excited to see where this trip will take me, what I'll see and learn, the people I'll meet along the way. I'm actually excited to be away from everyone back at home, although I do miss Michael. I'm not kidding when I say I love him.

Stayed tuned!

P.S, A link to the website for the Inn: http://www.lakeviewinn.ca/

Saturday, July 4, 2009

The NewFound Land Journals, Entry 1.

Tommorrow, and exactly 12:00 midnight, I will board a plane. I'm heading to the Maritimes for three weeks, to work for my grandparents at their little Bed and Breakfast. Seeing as I've never been east before, hell, I've barely even been out of Alberta, I thought that I would take this rare oppurtunity to share it. I will write an entry for everyday that I spend in NewFound Land, along with continuing to share some of my writing.

Wish me luck.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Children of the Gardens.

I swallow the Seeds
from Your Garden, and
I watch the Flowers Grow
inside My Belly.

And then
I will Rip open my Throat
and watch the Petals and
Roots and Stems and Leaves
grow into Likeness of You.

And I will cherish them,
even though my Own Garden
will Wither and the Beauty
that was once Abundant
will droop and then

But I will have
the beautiful Pixie-Flowers
that are like you.

* * *

I got inspired to write this at very close to four in the morning. But then again, what else is new? My writing just seems to come alive when I'm tired, maybe it's because my brain is over worked and everything I write comes out confused and muddled, but somehow it works and makes sense, and is almost brilliant. Anyways, this was really inspired by an absolutely phenomenal, brilliant writer that goes by the name of 'Ohsostarryeyed' on DeviantART.com. She must be quite close to my age, or perhaps a year or two older, but she litterally baffled me with her talent. She writes nearly everyday, and each piece is not just a poem, it's a masterpiece. Skill wise, vocabulary wise, and idea wise, she just flies over my head. That's something that's very hard to admit, because we writers have quite large egos. A link to her profile, so you can see yourself: http://ohsostarryeyed.deviantart.com/

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Between Dreams.

Standing Between Dreams,
Don't know how,
how you Put Up with me.
Don't know how,
how I got So Lucky.

When I'm in your arms,
it's like Standing Between Dreams.
Between the Ocean and
the Shoreline.
Between the Sky and
the Stars.

When I'm with you,
nobody else even Registers
in My Mind.

Don't know how,
how I can tell you,
Just how much
I love you.

You're Something else,
and you know,
you know I love You So.

* * *

This was originally the second poem in a three part set. They're all about the same subject, but the only real link in each of the pieces was the line 'Standing Between Dreams'. I was really interested in the concept behind that phrase at the time each poem was written. The phrase was actually derived from an album call 'In Between Dreams', by Jack Johnson, whom a friend of mine introduced me to. He's a great musicion. But in the end, the only work of the three I thought was worth sharing was this one, so it's now an individual work.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009


Connected, attached.
Distant, seperated.

What are words,
when you know the truth?
What are words,
when you can see with your
own Disbelieving Eyes?

Lost, missing.
Misshapen, distorted.

We are connected,
Strung together by
Fate itself.

We are Never Lost,
Never Seperated,
Never Alone,
Always One.

* * *

This one is a lot older. I wrote it in the first semester of this previous school year, while I was supposed to be paying attention in Social. It was really inspired by the Smashing Pumpkins song 'NeverLost', which I think talks a lot about how you can't be lost when you're in love, because you see everything so clearly. You'll always know where you are. It was a subject that I wanted to touch on, but I was never really sure what I was trying to say.