Sunday, February 26, 2006

Excerpts from some poems I've been writing...

...and sometimes we run from it

and sometimes we let it wash over us
and cover every surface
until we are never quite the same.

And those of us who are open to it
are opened up by it.

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...and what if there were no end point
no grand finale
no final goal?

What if you simply enjoyed the journey.
Rolled with the punches.
Fell down,
got up,
went back to the beginning,
skipped ahead a few chapters...

...what then might your life look like?

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...and if it's my heart you've been after
you'll have to fight through me to get there.

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A bound book
of crisp blank pages
waiting for me to spill my soul across the vastness

is home to me.

A worn notebook
filled with my words
like secrets that have yet to be shared

is bound to me.

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A day of possibilities...

J., my mom and I explored Insadong today, and thank goodness for that! I was starting to think that Seoul might be devoid of colour, vibrant culture and creativity, but it is alive and well in Insadong! Which guarantees that I will be back there soon!

Friday, February 24, 2006

Four soldiers from the 101st airborne division died today. I keep searching for your name, hoping to god that I don't find it. I would rather give up ever seeing you again than lose you to that place.

The week before you left, you leaned over me as I cut up strawberries for breakfast. You said that if I cut your hand, you wouldn't be able to fly... you wouldn't be able to go... and though I knew I could never hurt you, maybe not fighting harder to make you stay will hurt us both even more.

I know that it wasn't our choice to make then. It was a decision you made long before I was in your life, and they won't let you go until you give them your youth, but hopefully not your entire life. I know that even though you signed the contract in ink, building yourself a career, they were requesting your talent, your intelligence, your blood (if it comes to that). And there is nothing left for us but the hope that you will make it out safely (and find me) wherever I am in the world, when you're done.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

My Mom in Seoul...

So it has been a while since my last post. My mom is in Seoul, exploring the crazy city that I call home (for now) and school is crazy because it's the end of the year!

I found out that I'll be teaching my same kids next year, so i'm excited, cause I'm really attached to them now.

Today, we are headed to Namdemun and maybe Dongdemun and then out to hear a jazz singer at the Hyatt in the evenings... and of course grab some dinner. i'm sure I'll end up with the girls in Itaewon after midnight, as that tends to be the trend ;o)

Anyway, not much else to report... busy busy busy right now.

Love and miss you all at home!

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Look at me and my mallet!


Look at me and my mallet!
Originally uploaded by ButterflyChai.
This was Jeril and I goofing around at Lotte world last weekend. I love being a kid!!

My favourite people in the world!! Jeril and Cath!

Who knew that two Canadians and an Aussie could get into so much trouble and have so much fun in Seoul!!

We had such a fun weekend! Thanks for always keeping my spirits up ladies!!!

Things my Mom needs to know to survive Seoul...

THE BAD:

1) Sidewalks in Seoul are not just for people. Somedays I wonder if they are for people at all! Motorcycles, bikes, and even cars are often sharing the sidewalk space with you, so ALWAYS be ready to jump out of the way.

2) When giving directions to a taxi driver, expect that he was say 'nee nee' (yes yes) no matter whether he knows where you want to go or not...

3) It is okay for Korean girls to wear skirts so short they can't sit down in the middle for winter, but GOD FORBID a female foreigner show an inch of cleavage or tummy!!

4) People will NEVER hold the door open for you, and when you hold it open for them (cause we are friendly Canadians after all) don't expect a thank you, a nod, or anything that acknowledges your existence.

5) When you are walking in a crowded area, don't worry about learning the word for 'sorry' when you bump into someone, cause no one will say it when they ram into you at thirty miles an hour and knock you down.

6) Don't breathe too deeply in Seoul... even besides the fact that Seoul actually now has the worst air pollution in the world, with only Mexico City coming second... the wonderful smell of open sewage gutters, garlic, kimchi, and who-knows-what fills the air.

7) For foreigners, Korea is often the land of not quite right. Especially when it comes to Korean interpretations of Western food. Expect that you will not get exactly what you think you are ordering (ie: a club sandwich where the bread isn't toasted... or a ham sandwich with strawberry jam) and just chock it up to another adventure abroad.

8) Addresses don't apply in Seoul. It's all about landmarks. If you want to know how to get somewhere, you need to know a major landmark or two. Most of the street names are there for decoration only I believe. And maps are often only 'an estimation' of where something might be... so again, get lost, keep a cell phone on you, and chock it up to another adventure. Sometimes you find even cooler things when you get lost then when you actually find that place that you want.

9) Buses and taxis are insane. They will get you wherever you want to go, incredibly quickly, but they also might make you motion sick with all the screeching starts and dead stops. Buses are worse, cause you are standing up, and are often surfing for your life. But, they get you where you need to go!

10) Public drunkeness like you have never seen in the evenings!! Koreans drink more than anyone I have ever seen, and you will often see well-dressed middle-aged men and women lying in front of a restaurant, on a bus bench, or being dragged home by their friends if you are out for a nightly walk. It's crazy...

11) Cell phones, cell phones, everywhere... 10 year old kids have 'em, 80 year old ajumma's (old women), even the trendy dressed dogs ;o) But actually, Koreans are pretty nice about the phone ettiquette. In public places like restaurants or subway stations, they'll often only text message or they will talk very quietly with their hand over their mouth, so as not to disturb anyone with their conversation. Still, they LOVE their cell phones.


THE GOOD:

1) Koreans are amazing bilingual and many can help you with directions, ordering food, etc with their english skills which makes getting around so much easier!

2) The subway system is incredibly clean and unbelievably extensive and efficient. You can get anywhere in Seoul so easily using the subway stations, and the announcements of stops and signage is also in English.

3) Seoul has every thing you would expect of a large metropolitan city in Canada or the states, so you can do the cultural thing, or you can go out for a night on the town and have Thai for dinner and then relax at a jazz club (which we will be doing!)

4) There is tons of shopping if you like, and tons of people to people-watch (which is more my thing).

5) Entertaining outfits on small dogs! Since most Seoulites live in apartments or condos, small dogs tend to be the only kind that you see around, which I assume is pretty similar in places like New York. But here, they dress them to the nines!! They may be a bumble bee, a butterfly, a bunny, or perhaps only dressed in jeans and a Dolce and Gabana t shirt. They make me smile all the time, so I definitely put this in THE GOOD category, cause I know my mom will also get a kick out of it.

6) Despite the stares sometimes, Koreans are usually pretty polite about foreigners. Kids who want to practice their english outside school will yell out a 'hello' or 'how are you?' as they walk by, and often, people will ask you where you are from and try to learn more about you. Remembering that until the last 6 years or so, very few Koreans had actually travelled outside of Korea, and many of them want to move to canada or the states to live, so they are often very interested about you.

7) There is tons to do in Seoul, and so many terrific restaurants to explore and dine in... it's great!

8) You'll get to hang out with your daughter!!! YEAH!!! ;o)

Love ya Mom! See you soon! Have a really safe flight. ;o)

Saturday, February 11, 2006

A sunny day in Seoul...

I love the weekends... the freedom to just do whatever I want all day (and night) long. Last night, I got to have a couple of glasses of wine and a really good talk with someone I completely admire. Then I went dancing and had a pretty good night. I'm not sure what it is, but I think that I give off a vibe. When I'm single and looking, guys don't seem to approach me as often, but since I decided that I wasn't going to date for a while, and just wanted to hang out with my friends last night, I got hit on like crazy all night long! Very strange... but it doesn't hurt one's self esteem every once and a while ;o)

Anyway, today, I can't decide what I want to do. I'd like to find a cafe and read or write for a bit... maybe make a run to E-mart to get some valentine's day candies for my kids next week... maybe take a nap in the middle of the day... I love that I can do anything at all that I want!

And my mom is coming to visit on Wednesday! I'm really interested on what her views of Seoul will be, but I know that we will have a blast! I have taken a few business trips just me and my dad, and my family used to do the family vacation thing a ton, but my Mom and I have never traveled anywhere together, so this will be really nice.

Okay, off to begin my lazy Saturday afternoon!! ;o)

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

You left Seoul today, and I swear that I can almost feel your absence. The city seems lifeless. Colourless. There are people everywhere, as there always is here, but they seem just a mass of grey.

I am not sure whether this will get easier or harder. In this cafe, just before nine, I can only notice how the couple beside me is sitting only inches apart, but they are barely together. I can't help but think of what a waste it is that you are so far away when all we wanted was to be close.

What an odd thing, that I should brave the snow and freezing wind, pay four dollars for a cup of tea worth only cents, and feel it the best investment made all week. To sit among strangers, in a barely comfortable chair, alone, and pour my heart out to a clean sheet of paper, and think how this is the best place I could be, if I can't be with you.

I am here, at this cafe, because I can't stand to sit near the bed where we said goodbye last night. So I sit here, and write, and consume the words of those who once knew love in an attempt to feed my soul, my heart, my appetite for the tears that come all too easily since you left, yet still don't let me connect with what I know is waiting there, just beneath the surface.

Excerpts from some of my favourite poetry...

Excerpt from 'In Blackwater Woods' by Mary Oliver'

To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.


A Work of Artifice by Marge Piercy

The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
could have grown eighty feet tall
on the side of the mountain
till split by lightning.
But a gardener
carefully pruning it.
It is nine inches high.
Every day as he
whittles back the branches
the gardener croons,
It is your nature
to be small and cozy,
domestic and weak;
how lucky, little tree,
to have a pot to grow in.
With living creatures
one must begin very early
to dwarf their growth:
the bound feet,
the crippled brain,
the hair in curlers,
the hand you
love to touch.


Excerpt from 'Address Not Known' by John Heath-Stubbs

The sun will not haver in its course for the lack of you,
Nor the flowers fail in colour, nor the bird stint in its song.
Only the heart that wanted somehow to have opened up
Finds the frost in the day's air, and the nights which appear too long.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Quite the twist of events...

So, A. leaves tomorrow, and today, I found out that my mom is coming to Seoul for two weeks starting on Valentine's day! I know we will have a ton of fun, cause my mom is not your typical mom and I'll get to play tourist. I think it will probably make me get out and do some of the things I've been meaning to do in Seoul but keep putting off, like going to Insadong... etc. Anyone else got any places that I shouldn't miss taking her? Shaun? I know you've got some good ideas here!

It will be nice to have my mom here... though I have to admit that I think she's coming to make sure I don't go crazy with everything that has happened to me while I've been in Seoul. While I think that the things that have happened have made me even more of an optimist (because what else are you going to do in those situations?), I think that some of my friends (HI JERIL!) are a bit afraid that I am just getting closer and closer to the end of my rope, and I might one day just go completely mad! ;o)

Hmmm... well, there is a first time for everything! ;o)

Monday, February 06, 2006

What do you give the man you love who is going to war? What do you hand him to keep him safe, to help him remember, to make sure he comes back.

What do you say to a man that opened your heart in such a way that you are not sure you will ever be able to close it again, no matter how much you know you will try once he steps on that plane.

What do you do in your last days together? How do you make sure that you don't have any regrets in case life takes him away, or war takes away his life.

I always thought that the hard part would be finding him. I thought that I might look all over the world, search forever, trying to find the person that opens me up. But instead, in the way that life always seems to unfold, I stumbled upon him. Finding him turned out to be the easy part. Keeping him... being with him... that is what turned out to be impossible.

I could let him go to explore, to study, to travel, to experience, to be. I could let him go and hope he returned if the choice was his and it didn't involve all the horrors and casualties and news reports. But this is so different then him simply going away to find himself. Isn't there a better chance that he will lose himself there? Or that I might lose him to it?

Do you hold on until the last possible second, or is it better to let go as soon as possible so you can start dealing with the pain of having to watch him walk away?

Will he come back?

Will he be okay?

Will he be so changed by it that I won't recognize him even if I manage to find him again?

Do you call him on the sadness, on the fear in his eyes? Do you tell him that you don't understand but you wish you could? Do you say that it's okay to be scared? Do you lie and say that you'll miss him but you know you'll be fine.

Or do you tell him the truth?

That you might drown in the tears that are already falling every time you say goodbye to him. Though you know, right now, it's only for the night.

Do you tell him that the reason you watched him so closely last night is that you are trying to memorize every part of him, because you know the time will come when the edges of memory will start to grow faint.

And when is it enough? When is it simply too much to handle? What happens when the time comes, and your heart just can't take it, and you yell, and scream, and run after him? What happens when it's no longer rehearsal, and you are on the way to the airport, trying to make conversation when every inch of you is numb and drenched in the pain of it.

Will my heart stop every single time I hear another soldier died there? Will I hold my breath until I can prove that it is not his name, but the name of someone else who someone loves? Will I feel relief, or just a little bit more sad, more numb. Will it get easier as the months go by?

And, if I had known all of this at the start... if I had been handed the script and rushed to the last page to read that he would get on that plane... would I still have come this far? Would I still have thought it worth it to get in this deep? Would I have even had the choice?

If you are with the person you love and they are safe, don't let them go. Don't hold back the things you need to say. Don't miss out on going to the places you want together. Don't ever go to bed angry. Don't ever leave without saying goodbye.

If you are with the person you love and they are safe, don't for a single moment, not one second, take it for granted. Don't ever let a word of love go unsaid if you feel it.

Don't ever forget how lucky you are and how nothing in love is owed to us. It is earned. And that some of us are stil waiting for the one we love to be safe, and back in our arms.

Excerpts from Paulo Coelho's book "By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

"You're upset," he said at one point.
Yes, my mind was wandering. I wished I were there with someone who could bring peace to my heart - someone with whom I could spend a little time without being afraid that I would lose him the next day. With that reassurance, the time would pass more slowly. We could be silent for a while because we'd know we had the rest of our lives together for conversation. I wouldn't have to worry about serious matters, about difficult decisions and hard words.

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"... there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it's better to lose some of the battles in the struggle for your dreams than to be defeated without ever even knowing what you're fighting for."

A little help with my Korean please!

Okay, so the whole staring at me (and taking my picture on your cell phone while I eat my damn lunch or dinner!) is starting to get to me a tad. In fact, I had some annoying pink-clad, high-heels-at-an-amusement-park wearing, thought-she-was-cute-and-trendy-in-her-ugly-pink-truckers-hat b#$ch actually attempt to stare me down while Jeril and I were in line at Lotte World.

Ok... I get it... I stand out. I'm about 5'10 with my boots on, I'm sort of blonde and have blue eyes. I get it! I look different than 95% of the population of Seoul, but come on!! I mean, I really don't mind the stares when they are simply curious. I get that you might have never seen a white person up close before, but couldn't you be just a tad less obvious? And worse are the middle-aged Korean men, who's stares always feel dirty, or the young adult korean women, who look like they are sizing me up. The worst of these I find to be Korean women with foreign guys. It's almost like they think I'm more of a threat or something, but honey, as far as I'm concerned, you can have him. I feel no need to attempt to steal him away!!

Ahhh.... that felt better. Everyone needs a rant now and again. :o)

But what this post is really about is how I would like to learn to say (in perfect Korean) "Please stop staring at me." or something similar. Can you imagine it? I'd be standing in line, being stared at giggled at by a group of Korean mini-skirt-in-the-winter-wearing women, and I would say (nicely of course) in perfect korean to stop staring. I would just die to see the look on their faces. See usually, I have no ammunition. I am not pissed off enough by it (yet) to yell at them or try to say it in english, but they automatically assume that I can't understand them, and therefore, can't make them stop their rude behaviour. So, I would love to just say the line in Korean and walk away... if for no other reasons then to see their faces and to maybe make them think twice about being so brazen next time.

Let me make this clear though... I totally understand that I'm an oddity in a country that is almost purely of one race. I realize that I came here by choice, and for the most part, I am very pleased with that decision. I completely accept that some of the people I come across will have had no interactions with foreigners and may be intrigued. However, it is not the truly curious children or adults that bother me... it's the underlying racism and application of bullsh#$ stereotypes that piss me off the most.

I am not Russian. Just because I am tall and blonde and not too hard on the eyes (though you should really see me first thing in the morning to decide that!) ;o) it does not mean that I can only do one of the following in Seoul:
A) dance, or dress up as Cinderella at Everland, Lotte World or Seoul Land amusement park
B) model
C) sell my body to middle aged Korean men (that everyone knows steps out on their wives regulary, but no one talks about it.)

Just as I know that not all Korean women wear pink all the time, mini-skirts in the middle of winter, high heels at the gym, only talk to their boyfriends in a high pitched whiny voice better suited to a tantrum throwing 5 year old than an adult woman, or make their boyfriends carry around their purse while they shop... so too you must recognize that not all foreigners are overweight, lazy, men here just to chase after Korean women or Russian prostitutes. We come in all different shapes and sizes (which, contrary to the stereotypes) so do you! Many of us work with your children, and are crazy about them, spending from 9am-4:30pm taking care of them and helping them learn our language. Some of us actually like kimchi and have tried (and liked!) dishes other than bulgogi and galbi.

I would love to just sit down with a Korean and have a totally frank conversation about how Koreans view foreigners and why... but I have yet to find someone I could do this with. I always get the sense that they think they'll hurt my feelings if they tell their actual opinion rather than a flowery version of what they think won't rock the boat. But the thing is that I often think that simple ignorance or misunderstandings is what makes the divide between cultures so large... and I would honestly just like to understand a bit better. To see it through Korean eyes...

Anyone dare to venture a comment or two to help me with this?

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Sunday, February 05, 2006

You've gotta love my Dad!!

People here often ask me how I can retain my sense of humour after some of the things that have happened to me since I arrived in Seoul... but once you meet my parents, you'll totally understand!!

In response to my earlier blog post about the things that have happened since I've been here, my dad sent me a comment about his take on them.

I love you guys! Miss you!!
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You may be looking at these things as a glass half empty. Think of them this way...

1) Attacked in my apartment by a total stranger...MEETING NEW PEOPLE

2) Hospitalized with pneumonia for a week and then forced to spend a week on bedrest afterwards...A RELAXING VACATION complete with ROOM SERVICE

3) Had the phrase 'I can hear your Russian accent!' yelled in my face several times by a drunk chick at a bar...MASTER OF LINGUISTICS FOR THE HARD OF HEARING

4) Cornered by Korean business men in a convienent store because they thought I was Russian...MASTER OF DISGUISES

5) Had my credit card and cash stolen from my purse during a night out...ALWAYS HELPFUL TO THOSE IN NEED OF CASH

LOVE YOU!
DAD

If I could be the type of person
who could turn their emotions on and off
though convenient as it may be
I would lock myself up in a room
for I would not deserve to live.

I would be able to succeed
in business
in work.

I would be able to control all of those around me
because I would be in control all of the time.

And what a waste of a life that would be.

For every bit of life and love
is about letting go
of all control
and letting it wash over you
even as you fear you might drown
even as the possibilty is very real
almost inevitable
that you will be washed away with it

And it is worth it.
Every tear and scream and silent cry.
Every moment when you thought your heart was breaking
because that only means that at one point
it was completely filled.

I would not want to be the one who could turn it on and off at a whim.
I would not want to learn to control my heart and soul in such a way.
For if you take control of such a thing
perhaps it will decide you are not worthy of keeping it
Perhaps it will resent being locked away
And revolt
by never letting you find love again.

No.
I am still the type
who gives it all
when it is right
or when it is wrong.

And of all the things
there are to regret
not this.

Never this.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Just what I needed!!

Jeril and I just got back from Lotte World, and it was exactly the goofy evening I needed to get my mind off of things and just enjoy myself again. However, we couldn't escape the constant staring of the Koreans, so I decided to have some fun with it and do very 'unKorean-like' things, especially for a woman. I played all the arcade games that required guns, boxing, basketball, or a rubber mallet.

We ate cookies and sub sandwiches, had smoothies, kicked some butt in the bumper cars, and snuck into an Egyptian ride that the sign probably said was 'closed'... but luckily, WE CAN'T READ KOREAN!!! ;o)

I am not bitter, but if you have been reading this blog for any amount of time, you know that Korea has kicked my butt... so today was my revenge! ;o)

If we are taking a quick poll of all the things that have happened to me here since I arrived five months ago, the list would go like this:

1) Attacked in my apartment by a total stranger
2) Hospitalized with pneumonia for a week and then forced to spend a week on bedrest afterwards
3) Had the phrase 'I can hear your Russian accent!' yelled in my face several time by a drunk chick at a bar
4) Cornered by Korean business men in a convienent store because they thought I was Russian
5) Had my credit card and cash stolen from my purse during a night out

Yes, folks... though most of this could have happened anywhere, and to anyone... they happened in Korea... to me. ;o)
But I have a sense of humour, and prefer to look on the bright side. I have not yet been arrested... I have not broken any bones... I have not been hit by a taxi, a bus, or a delivery motorcycle. I have not had any problems with my employer (in fact, my school is really great). I have not been verbally attacked by a Korean (though I can't say the same for my fellow foreigners), and I have yet to run out of money or get truly lost in the city.

So all in all, I'm ahead of the game. My school is great, my apartment has heat, I have met some of my favourite people in the world here and I'm having a great time overall!

Ahhh..... Korea and I... possibly the strongest love/hate relationship of my life ;o)

What might have been...

If you haven't seen the movie "Before Sunrise", you seriously need to go and rent it. Then rent the next one, "Before Sunset".

The first one is about the chance meeting of an american man and a french woman on a train in Vienna. They are both only in the city for the night, and end up having amazing conversations and chemistry and spend the night just walking around and talking, until they have to say goodbye before sunrise.

The second movie is about them meeting nine years later in Paris at a book signing. You have to see the first movie to understand the second, but the second one is probably the one that affects me more. I think it's kind of a glimpse into my future in some ways... maybe it's the same for everyone though.

What happens if you have to walk away from the love of your life? At the time, you rationalize it... you think that there will be someone else in the future that you will fall for more. And even as you stand there, and plan on how you are going to say goodbye to him (hoping to god that he'll be safe over there), you hope that you won't end up, years later, still wondering what might have been. I hope that I don't end up one of those people who looks across the table at the person they married years down the road and wishes that they were someone else. Not someone abstract and imaginary, but an actual person that you once held in your arms and kissed on the forehead.

Will I be one of those people who continues to play back that short time in my life, rather than living in my present? Will I compare every new person to someone in my past? Will we meet years later and still wonder what might have been?

I think that a love like that (one that you are forced to put on the shelf because of simple circumstance) is almost impossible to move on from. I think that I might fall in love again, might marry down the road, and one day, we will pass each other in the streets (because we have always been secretly hoping that we will), and it will all come flooding back. But by then, our lives will have put us on opposite paths, and everything we'll still be wanting and needing to say will get pushed away, because we'll have promised our lives, our love, to someone else.

And even now... when I have yet to say goodbye, we both know that that day is coming down the road. We both know that we'll always wonder if we would have only been happy if we were together. I will always wonder if anyone else will ever be enough, and they will never know what they are competing against for my heart, but they will sense it.

So the question that is inevitable is whether it was better to have had that type of love in your life at all... even if you knew you couldn't keep it from the moment it began...

I am glad to have met him. Despite all we tried, knowing that he would have to leave just months down the road when it began, we fell completely anyways. Despite how easily it should have been to walk away after just a few months, it has turned out to be almost impossible. And it was never up to us to choose, which makes it even harder.

So, what would you do? What would you say? If you only had a few days left with someone you can't help but be completely in love with, and will most likely never see again... what would you say?

I know that I will only be able to say "I love you. Please be safe over there. And when this is all over... don't let anything stop you from finding me again."

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Random writings...

Looking Back

I can sense him here
In this place

Not just the memories
of the times we walked hand in hand
or sat and talked on the stairs

But his presence.

Our lives are led seperately now.

We are not alone
We have both been loved
by suitors that have never had a fair chance at our hearts.

Amazing men who could have been my everything
If he hadn't of come first
and taken up residence.

Taken everything.



Worth It

What was once so clear
begins to fade.

In my minds eye
I watch my fingers intertwine with his.
He kisses the back of my hand
and his smile begins to fade.

The edges of him become glassy and faint.

Before he disappears completely
He reaches out and calls my name.

A tear runs down my cheek
and sets fire to my soul.

Too funny!

So, one day last week, I sent a quick email into the CBC website. They were looking for stories about working out. I have always been involved in sports, but I also have exercise induced asthma... so sometimes my mind fights my body when it comes to my endurance. It used to frustrate the HELL out of me, not being able to push my body as far as I knew my mind and will was capable of going when it came to running, etc. I found this even more frustrating when I got sick out here in Korea and finally had to face the fact that my health is not a right, but a gift, and I need to not take it for granted. I used to run quite often in the evenings in Canada, but in Seoul, I workout mostly in a gym, because the air quality is so poor here, and since I'm right in Seoul, there really isn't any place to run around me.


Anyway, long story short, they published my little quip on the site. Check it out here.

Of course, after working in P.R. for a while with our company, I have quickly learned that nothing gets printed exactly as it was spoken... so here is the whole quip as I wrote it:

It was here that I finally found myself. Feet pounding on pavement. Trees and houses and barking dogs rushing by. My body finding it's rythym. My lungs screaming, my legs burning, my body and mind begging for more.

It was here that I learned what I am made of. Arms pressing, lifting, shaping themselves into more than skin and bone. Shaping themselves into muscle. Giving me praise and pain and bragging rights. Changing me into someone strong. Someone who seeks out heavy loads and lengths of stairs. Someone who finally recognizes what her body can do.

I was once a clotheshorse. Now, I am a racehorse. The clothes covering the body I love rather than clothes I love covering a body I loathe.

I run because my body lets me, my lungs allow me, the world calls me. I run because my mind craves it, my legs were made for it, my heart will take it.

I run because I can.