Passing Through
The haunting words to David Sereda's song wove a beautiful theme into the Ice and Fire Carnival in Regina last weekend. As the carnival closed in the snowy tangorena a group of dancers shared the sunset and the song. The lyrics talk about ephemeral quality of time, seasons, life, etc. It was a memorable conclusion to be caught in the moment celebrating winter, dance, and connections. There was something magic about dancing the Argentine tango on an uncertain surface of snow with a slow coldness sinking into my fingers. Ice and Fire connected.

My last grandma, a faithful penpal, passed through life and left in her sleep last Wednesday morning. She had a great life and because she lived far away her absence won't be so quickly noticed. It still makes me angry that death has crept in once again to take another person away. I also feel sad that grandma is gone.

I am somewhat comforted by the week or so of warm winter weather here right now. It's a breath of relief to enjoy being outside for a little while.