From Russia with Love

It always amazes me how people find one another. For Alex and Elena, the story is not unheard of but nonetheless a story of fateful paths crossing far from home.

Alex and Elena are both from the former Soviet Union - Alex from the Ukraine and Elena from Siberia. A testament to their personal courage they each left home as young adults without their families, Alex detouring through Israel for a few years before arriving in Canada.

Alex spoke little English when he got here but set out to working in Toronto, undiscouraged and optimistic. Elena, having studied English in University arrived in Canada in 2006 as a Nanny for a family in Timmins,ON.

Alex & Elena's story began at a party hosted by a Russian speaking woman who invited strangers - Russian speaking strangers - to mingle without having met one another. Brave? Perhaps. But away from one's family, the company of others who share things in common with you is like being transported home. It won't replace a mother's hug, but there was something about it for these two that drew them to one another.

 It's not hard to imagine these two sets of eyes meeting from across a room and these two young adventurers getting lost in one another's gentle disposition and kindness. But this is not their story at all. In fact, neither Alex nor Elena were single when they first met, but they later found themselves both bachelors and spent time brainstorming mates for one another. A classic case of overlooking what's right in front of us.

Alex and Elena married in 2009 and have spent the last couple of years building a nest for themselves, and most recently, transforming a tired house into a family home. The last few months we've spent getting to know them has reminded us of a few important things: The world is smaller than we think; the universe understands balance and kindness begets kindness; and the harder we work the luckier we are. These two also make me wonder if some things shouldn't change so much - the way Elena dotes on Alex and the way he, in turn, takes care of her is a lesson in friendship and love that is far from old fashioned.

 

Lest We Forget - Sarajevo

A rich and stunning multi-cultural and interfaith city, Sarajevo simultaneously emanates its ancient roots and resonates its modern mindset. Nestled in Bosnia's Sarajevo valley, the city emits a glow at night that is nothing shy of mesmerizing. 

Sarajevo's past, unlike our own, is written all over. Where we, on days like November 11th, organize and gather to remember, in Sarajevo it's hard to forget.

The most striking reminders of war and loss in Sarajevo are not the messages spray painted on the walls of places of worship, but the once open spaces that were transformed into graveyards during the four-year siege of Sarajevo from 1992-1996. 

Surrounded and trapped in the valley and cut off from outlaying cemeteries, loved ones buried the dead of Sarajevo in any open spaces they could find - schoolyards, alleys, parks, gardens - the spaces in between the cityscape became resting places for more than 4,000 people. Some families buried members directly outside their homes.

The graves are permanent fixtures of the urban capital's landscape. Known by some as 'the largest graveyard in the world', the makeshift burial grounds are disconcerting to many who consider the health risk of bodies buried improperly. Certainly, the white monuments have become commonplace to those who pass them daily and but are a stark reminder to a good deal of North America that for so many others, "over there" is in your front yard.  

Keeping it Real

Flippy and Mandy don't go to the cottage on weekends with the migrating masses of city folk jetting up the 400. They live at the cottage. They have managed to do what so many people spend their lives working toward - keeping it simple. Before their son was born Flippy and Mandy made it their weekend warrior mission to turn a once tired little cottage into the lakefront oasis they happily now call home. No matter how cold it is outside, you can always bet that inside you could parade around in shorts thanks to a stoked fire and a busy oven (the contents of which are always mouthwatering!) Soon enough, Mandy and Flippy will be moving up in the world as my dear friend completes her PhD and takes a fancy job in a faraway fancy town. So, in the spirit of remembering a simpler time I thought it was a good idea to record a few memories of life in their wee cottage, with their wee son, when they were successfully perfecting the art of Keeping it Real.

xo

 

 

my way or the camino

With the release of Emilio Estevez's new film The Way, about a man's journey along the Camino de Santiago, I began to reminisce about my own experience along the ancient route. The photos I had taken, now caged in an external storage device, were worth sharing, I thought, even if they can only skim the surface of what the 800km trek has to offer. Indeed, it would be senseless to recite to you the lessons I learned along 'the way' for the Camino would have other lessons to teach you were you to go yourself. This was my way.   

The Camino came to me in a peculiar way. In the winter of 2008 I met a Bulgarian man traveling on a bus in Morocco who had just come off the medieval Camino. He was careful not to tell me too much but after our meeting I couldn't stop thinking about how a month of walking would alter my life. I returned home to Quebec City, packed up my life and with only a 9kg pack I made my way back to the French side of the Pyrenees where European Camino routes converge and begin to head west toward Santiago de Compostela.

40 days and 1050kms later, I had made my way west along the North of Spain, reached Santiago, and pivoted South, walking backward along the Camino Portguese to Porto. This was my camino through a lens.

  

I Scott take you, Blue

Casually walking hand in hand, Scott recounted first meeting Melissa and the moment he fell in love with her eyes. Good thing, I said, because eyes are one of  the few things we have from birth that don't change - no matter how old. 'No really', he said, shy about his profession of weakness for this blue-eyed beauty. He wanted to make it clear. Melissa blushed.

It's a heart-warming afternoon spent with Scott and Melissa. They are smitten. They are giddy. They are beautiful together.

In the same creek where Melissa hunted crayfish as a child, she held hands with her love and they talked the day away about the amber season, a green wedding and blue-eyed babies.

Being this much in love infuses one with a stoicism that nothing can shake.

Long glances remind onlookers of the conversations between souls that need no words. 

There's not much you can hide in the eyes.

Although we suspect Melissa might be stashing some jewels in hers... ;) 

Congratulations Scott and Melissa. Snuggle up for winter - your spring vows are around the corner!

Angela & Laci

verb : to passion

There's a reason why the word passion requires the preface "to be" when activated as a verb - because passion is not something we do, it is something we are. Jeffrey and Jamie should indeed be considered gurus of passion. They live in the triumvirate artist-teacher-student and have inspired others to do the same.

In this house, there are no labels for artists. Anyone can be anything and their home is a museum of their philosophy. Their paintings adorn the walls, instruments lay poised for the picking, craft supplies collect on the window sill (as we speak an impressive collection of bag fasteners are awaiting their creative fate at Jamie's hand), a new soundtrack plays in the background of every visit, a Lego city sprawls across the garage - the house is teeming with creative passion. And the girls are bustling bees that even mom and dad have trouble keeping up with.  

                  

With the announcement of pajama time two sets of little feet skip up the stairs and passion of a different kind unveils itself. 

Without a doubt, love is itself an art. 

an interactive art of sharing, finding and generating passion

 that requires you to know your subject if you are to improve. So many of us forget that to be good at what we do we have to practice. If we try hard enough we become what we practice.

 

If that eye could talk - I think that's what it would say.

   

Mia means "mine"

My younger sister is getting married. My childhood bathtub buddy, my teenage partner in crime, my adult confidant is tying the proverbial knot. 

My parents named her Anna Maria, which, for a two-year-old is a torturous tongue twister, so Anna Maria simply became 'Mia', which has stuck. In Italian 'mia' also happens to mean 'mine' which as a two-year-old I likely took as hard fact.

The truth is that Mia was never 'mine' - she wasn't one of those little sisters that would get you stuff, take a dare or share the blame for something gone wrong. Mia has always been her own person. 

Then along came Sean - The ying to Mia's yang. 

They laugh together...                   

They play together...

And they do it all with style.

Mia and Sean stand up straight because they're both leaning on one another. And as all couples come to know - balance is everything.

P.S. Sean - You might be super-duper and we might love you like your one of ours, but I reserve the right as the forever older sister to be silly, giggle incessantly and share 30 years worth of inside jokes with my Mia without explanation and for no apparent reason. Some things are still mine ;)

The wild side of one Bride

Meet Teresa. I've known her all my life. We grew up together as cousins, played out barbie dramas, danced to Michael Jackson, played hide-and-seek (correction: I hid, but Teresa never sought... and now I have a deep-seeded fear of dark closets), but I digress.

Teresa is good at many things, but one thing Teresa is exceptional at is living between the two poles of seriousness and shenanigans. Those who know her have seen her proficient professional side getting the job done in her bustling metropolis work life. But by night Teresa is on the prowl for a good laugh and her required fix of silliness.     

Teresa recently tied the knot with her hunka-hunka burnin' love, Paulo, and as any bride knows, a long engagement spent wedding planning can drive you to the drink. So Teresa set out to plan and executed the perfect party that only a hostess extraordinaire like her could.

Everything looked normal. 

A vision in her gown, romantic kisses by the lake...

Then darkness fell and the party started. Out came the costumes. The groom went into hiding.

 Some of the guests were able to elbow their way onto the stage while Teresa tended to her duties as bride and hostess. You can see how they honoured the wild side of our lovely bride in the photo booth guestbook here.

Congratulations Teresa!.... and Paulo, as we customarily say in toasts to the incoming inlaws, "welcome to the circus"!
xo your family and friends