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< March 2003 | Main | June 2003 > May 20, 2003 Many years ago during a tramp in New Zealand, I learned the importance of hearing. High in the mountains it was quiet except for one lone bird who called out loudly and continuously. Its call was the most tragic, saddest sound I had heard. I asked my friend why it kept making the noise that it did and my friend told me that it was waiting to be heard. After a few minutes, another bird replied with one long loud sound which silenced the tragic sounding bird; it had been heard and didn't need to call out anymore. This past weekend, I was visiting with my four year old niece who is always terribly excited when I come around. We don't see each other often and always have much to catch up on. For this reason, she repeats Auntie over and over again, vying for my attention. When I saw her and she started with her Auntie, Auntie and desperately trying to get everything out to me while she could, I slowly kneeled down beside her, put her little hands in mine, looked at her and calmly said, "I hear you. I will hear you until you have told me everything you need to say." With that, you could literally see her little body relax. There wasn't the worry that I would only pay half attention or walk away. She could relax and slowly tell me everything that was important to her whether it be how we could cut and paste a card together or what she learned in school. There are so many things as people that we have to pay attention to and with the internet and television we are used to scanning, flipping, and catching only bits. The art of listening, of hearing the other person fully, is slipping away. We tend to assume we already know what they'll say, the answer to the question or that it's not as important as what might come next. Hearing doesn't seem to be important anymore. I very seldom offer advice (how can I presume to know what is best for someone else and their situation?) but what I always offer is to hear a person. Sometimes people don't want a solution, they just want to be heard. Sometimes people don't want things; they just want to be heard. Sometimes people don't want to be patronised, they just want to be heard. Often I wonder if we really stopped to be fully in the moment of someone telling us their woes, their fears, or their excitements, how much that would really change things. Perhaps that sounds too easy but often the answers to the most complicated questions are the simplest words. Words such as, I hear you. < March 2003 | Main | June 2003 > May 10, 2003 It's just after midnight and I am sitting in a robe and slippers in a top level suite on the "Club Level" at the Ritz Carlton San Francisco. The room is over 900 square feet with a private bedroom and sitting area as well as two washrooms. Because I'm on the Club Level, I have access to a private lounge which is just for eighth and nineth floor guests; this means we get free wine, food, chocolate as well as continuous ass kissing. When I was first told of the room that I would have my first instinct was to gather friends to come over to it - not to show off, but to share. Although some of the most wonderful experiences I've ever had have been on my own, there is something said about dividing your happiness with someone else. Tonight, I did just that. Rock star Andrea, her dreamy man Matt and their friend Judd came by to celebrate my score at the Ritz. What I had is far too much and having extra people helped to make it feel wonderful instead of overwhelming. We hit the private lounge where we sipped good wine, indulged in chocolate treats and talked of how flies hold the meaning of life. It was a good night. After all the dishing and drinking we headed out to see a Andrea's friends band, Above the Orange Trees, perform and then headed back to the hotel to unwind. There, I took my private time to slip into the bath (complete with salts and rose petals), read good magazines and eat more chocolate. (Yes, there has been a lot of partaking in chocolate but it gets worse - I am about to order cheesecake.) Indulging is a wonderful thing but I believe it has to be balanced and to be balanced it has to be shared once in awhile. There are moments that are grand because you alone witness them and moments that are grand because others witness them with you. I think this is important to remember. < March 2003 | Main | June 2003 > May 04, 2003 It was on a Christmas day that I came up with my plan; I was no longer going to buy gifts that people didn't need just for the sake of it. I would no longer shop in malls, buy trinkets or gadgets and wrap something up for the sake of holiday. Instead, I decided that I would give the gift of time and since that Christmas, that's exactly what I've done. My flirty hair friend's birthday is just two days before mine, and I told her for her birthday she would get the gift of time from me, and that's what I wanted in return from her. This lead us to spending taking a day trip into Vancouver, British Columbia where we had massages at a swank spa, followed by afternoon tea. We spent the day dishing, relaxing and enjoying each others company; it was the best birthday gift ever. With mother's day approaching, I told my mum that I would give her the gift of time. She said she wanted to visit with me and spend time together. This means we'll have a weekend of catching up, hitting nurseries, playing in IKEA and sitting in far too many cafes. I mentioned this idea to my father, whose birthday is shortly and he thought it fantastic. I offered him the gift of time as well and that anything he wanted to do together, we'd do. Without hesitation, he replied, "Horsefly!" which is this small, not on the map hick town in the middle of British Columbia that for god only knows what reason, he's always wanted to visit. Road trip! I'm not one who generally likes to receive gifts (except for books. I am a book whore); I find that I have what I need and don't need much else. What I would rather have is time. Time to indulge myself with a good book or massage, time to spend in a cafe with friends laughing about boys, time to just be with people I haven't seen in a long time. Or, time to just nap all day because everything has been taken care of. Time - a wonderful gift. < March 2003 | Main | June 2003 > May 03, 2003 Although, far be it from me to encourage someone to watch television but the movie The Diary of Ellen Rimbauer that I worked on this past winter is finally going to air May 12th on ABC in America. Although I worked as a stand-in for one of the lead actresses, the little girl and the ghost (I hung like a madwoman and suprised all those movie boys with my strength) if all goes well, perhaps there will be a snippet or two of me in there. Oh, the dish I could tell you about the movie, the actors and the creators. But that'd be bad breeding. But I will say this; the movie is quite different than the book and that if you cut a snooty actress down when she deserves it the director doesn't fire you. |
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