Burgundy one

I will ride you everywhere.

Shoelace

Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat.

You were the first. The tiniest thing. First signs of my maternal instincts.

My compassion showed when I wanted you so bad. Her compassion showed when she allowed me in. I ran home and asked for you to be mine. It was meant to be, how much I would grow with the yes and no, and the watch of our show. Scratches and bitting, frisking and fighting. Everyone was a fan of you. Enjoying the new member of our ever growing family. I was a kitten you were a lioness. Always a friend to me when loneliness overtook the lack of school, no warmth to be had. Before my tenderness never had fled into the softness of your sweet paws. Overjoyed with the sound of your meow. a purr to be heard, your fur to be found. Go outside to catch a mouse, catch a tail.

A little black Shoelace.

miss this. 2

I feel the need to express how much I miss this, whatever it is. This image tells it all. The sun? The road? The air? The familiarity?

moving

Moving and uplifting, more then your spirits.

Change and shape shifting.

An expressive time to revamp your mind and space.

Bizarre to pack and un pack things and places you own.

Wanting and needing rushing and willing.

To me.

3 things that are important to me that

I invest my energy into

volunteering/helping;

.the yoga studio on fridays.

.belaying at rock Oasis. groups of kids.

.learning from Melanie Girdwood at school .

I adore.

Beautiful chair so cleaver and rare.

Inviting my bottom to your musical air.

I adore your flora ever waiting coral.

Periwinkle with an evergreen twinkle.

True blue the feel of new.

Wanting, waiting, sitting on you.

Written through class.

Cait McGrath

Thank you to John in the woodshop for your help with the base.

Omg.

Omg. http://www.meaganmcgrathadventurer.com/

music

Rock Oasis.

Today I installed a window for my portfolio. The Rock Oasis.

Thank you to Karen for lending me the rock pieces. Holds.

Thank you to Ella for taking photos for me.

Endometrium

Normalcy? The cycle releasing fluid. Nutrients.

Repetition within my womb. Nonetheless necessary.

I recently redefined red reflections running really rare... I never get my period.

Gift

Meg flew in to Canada today.

Wonderful to see her off the plane, back in the north.

If I could give anything

to my older sister

it would be a

bottle of ketchup.

The good stuff.

She Would love it,

a Practical gift.

A Letter

I have been doing a lot of reflecting lately. Which I can guess you have been as well. After a loss of a loved one this is usually part of the grieving process. You're older than I am and you have more wisdom than I do in these events. But I still would like you to know how sorry I am for the loss of my grandmother and your dear wife.

I never feel that I can sincerely get across how much you mean to me. As a person and especially as a grandfather. Sometimes I don’t know how to share my feelings with you or I can’t find the right time. Lately because I haven’t lived at home for the last two years and I've been trying to get a comprehension on what the world is and trying to ground my two feet in the earth so that I can really start my life. You know, I've tried to tell you many times that you have really kind eyes, which is something that comes within as well.

Anyway, thank you for being such a special Grampa because in my understanding grandfathers are extraordinarily special. And I know that not every person has the chance to meet their grandparents for such reasons as past wars or because of age. My mom always talks about “fate” and how certain things in life are meant to be. I honestly don’t know what I would have done if I didn’t get the chance to grow up with you and grandma around. Everything big or small you ever taught me, even things you don’t realize affected me, did very much so. As people we are forever learning and I want you to know how much I respect you. I feel very privileged to have gotten the chance to know you and grandma. Just spending plain old time with the both of you, whether it was watching T.V. or listening to your radio that’s always on. Even in the past years coming home and sitting with Gandm and just laughing at really nothing or putting curlers in her hair made me feel like I was doing something important. And always leaving me with the feeling of “I wish I could do something more”. Your house was like a safe haven for Shane Devon, Celton and I. Being in there was like hiding from the daily chores or from my parents. It always felt different but at the same time…the same house. I know you know what I mean.

Grampa lately I have been talking to my mom a lot, and hearing random stories from you, about your life from years ago, and how my mom grew up. Also having the chance to live with Auntie Mo and listen to her stories and her point of view gives me more perceptive of what life was like for them. I’m lucky enough to have always heard different stories from my mom. We were close enough that she felt like she could share different moments of her past about her siblings and of her parents. I know how much of a fantastic and great mother grandma was to my mom and how much she took from you as a father. Clearly the way I feel about my mother reflects on the way I feel about my grandparents.

If you take any thing for the letter I just want you to know how much I love you and I’m proud to be your grand daughter.

Caitlin

Stop and Go.

I present myself on my bed a little after 1 am of a long day. A Monday if I have you. The beginning of the work week for most. I love Mondays. It's a chance to start fresh; new outfit fresh? I love Mondays. Those exact words I spoke this morning to a beautiful woman laying in this very bed I sit upon. Wondering how it would be and what would I accomplish before the sun sleeps once more.

Could I change anything? My day would have been dreamy to stay in her arms all morning. Smell her skin and brush it lightly with my lips. I would watch her sleep while examining her features. Enjoy the resting period of love. Sensitive I am. Dependable I know. Stop go type of girl. Things must be done and days must be filled and people must spend hours commuting. So, I got in the shower.

It felt like a stop go type of day. Stop go, stop go. I road varies types of transit; street car, subway, Go train and the public bus. I arrived home so late due to delays in public transit and my own slip ups. Not to complain about transit, it gets me around but this Monday was a long journey. I just wish she was in my bed once more.

I took this image at Pearson International Airport, Maple Leaf lounge. Figure in red 'go' figure in checkers 'stop". This reminds me of public transit. It reminds of my time spent dreaming of having some wine instead of sitting watching the driver open the door and take the ticket.

McGrath

My older sister Meagan is an incredible woman.

100% a McGrath. She makes my high expectations of myself known.

I have never respected someone more for how down to earth she keeps herself.

I want to send out some love and congratulate her on her new accomplishment.

Visit her website for details.

http://www.meaganmcgrathadventurer.com/

http://staging.sciencenorth.ca/meagan-mcgrath/antarctic-odyssey.aspx?id=174&LangType=1033

Hunter and Gatherer

He is there hunting food.

Doesn't matter what is found.

Kill the beast rightly bound.

For the feast and the fight.

They live longer always stronger.

She is there gathering fruit.

Pines away for bare loot.

Berries and mushrooms; ripe lush blooms.

Carefully for some are poisonous.

Only the finest for her loves.

inspired by Tess Vangroll

wrote during her history class