Sunday, April 19, 2009

galleries and museums...what's the difference anyway?


So based on the comment I got recently that all my blog seemed to talk about was yoga and food lately, I figured I'd talk about what I did this weekend that was different. But first, yes, I did go to a yoga class that nearly killed me because it was so tough. And then I had a really good dinner (minus the server who seemed to be having a really bad day), at Frank, the Art Gallery of Ontario's restaurant named after Frank Gehry, who designed the museum.

Today was a day back to the AGO, but this time to actually take in the exhibits. I kept referring to it as a museum for some reason (bad on me for lumping art galleries and museums together but there were things in there that you'd find in the ROM too...like terracotta figures and soapstone carvings, so sue me). The space was gorgeous and it was much, much larger than the Vancouver Art Gallery, being 5 stories tall. And yes, I had brunch there too. :P

Sunday, April 05, 2009

the journey

I have returned from a couple of weeks away, slowly integrating back into society and city life. What a journey it has been so far and it has only begun.

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.
- Mary Oliver