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Ever had one of those days where someone in your group sticks up their hand and says, ‘Hey folks! Here’s a really cool idea we should try!”? And everyone jumps on the bandwagon. Except deep down inside you know that it’s not going to work. So you hesitate. Should you…
At this time of year, our little vocal ensemble, Collage, has quite a number of Christmas gigs. Last night was another of our favourite seasonal venues: the Rainbow Club. This is a drop-in for folks who are mentally challenged but who can function in society, but who need a place…
At last night’s Christmas Party it was decided that we would make the second Tuesday of each month a dinner out.
Great turnout ladies, good time and good friends. Nice to see everyone who came and thank you for the conversations.
Wishing everyone the very best of the holiday season.
Take care
Namaste
Jacqueline
Impermanence: The term expresses the Buddhist notion that all of conditioned existence, without exception, is in a constant state of flux (from wikipedia.
It all began at Music Week. Music Week, for the uninformed, is a week-long choral music camp featuring choirs at all levels of skill and achievement, held at Naramata Centre in the beautiful Okanagan region of British Columbia. It was a wonderful musical experience, and this year it was a…
Just wondering if anyone is left. After the windup dinner (where two girls showed up) it wouldn’t surprise me if there is no one left out there.
Also, nearly the entire executive has had or will soon have SRS which really isn’t what Cornbury was about. Still, those were the only people willing to step forward so that the group could continue.
It is usually the case that after SRS, feelings change and the value of Cornbury pretty much dies except for those few who believe that they still owe something to the community.
News Item: “Last weekend, Alix Genter found the perfect wedding dress. But on Tuesday, the store’s owner called and refused to sell it to her.
“She said she wouldn’t work with me because I’m gay,” Genter told The Philadelphia Daily News. “She also said that I came from a nice Jewish family, and that it was a shame I was gay. She said, ‘There’s right, and there’s wrong. And this is wrong.’ “
A friend asked me today, “What qualities do you look for in a friend?” In my male life, not so long ago, I would have rattled off a quick list, almost without thinking, but in my male life, truthfully, I knew very little of friendship, and truthfully, had only a passing interest in it. A friend was someone I could go fly fishing with. Someone I could share fish stories with as we drove to the stream or the beach. Or, as Deirdre McClosky observed in her memoir, Crossing, a friend was someone I knew “who wouldn’t actually take a gun to me in the street.”
The call was waiting for me when I walked into the house: my brother. He was going to be in town this weekend, and wondered if we could get together for lunch…and talk. I need to say at this point, that we haven’t seen each other in about five years. The last time we spoke on the phone was almost exactly six months ago, when he called in response to my coming-out letter telling him I was about to start my RLE. Call me this evening, the message suggested, so I did.