Beautiful Link

My buddy Ocean sent me a link. This link is to a video of Vancouver using time-lapse photography accompanied by lovely vocals. Please check it out. It is beautiful.

http://innerlifeproject.com/InnerLifeProject/Videos.html

[ Ocean, I don't miss you either, and I don't like you too. Now quit reading my blog during office hours or you're going to get fired and it will be my fault and you and your wife will have to come and live with me and I'll have to support you in the style to which you've become accustomed and then I'll like you even less. ;-) You owe me a tray of Nanaimo bars. No, I am not bringing you back a present. ]

Ours is a very unique friendship. We strongly dislike each other. :-)

If You Didn't Learn Anything the First Time...

I have great news. For eight days, no one asked me if I were married! Granted, I spent eight days in bed sleeping and dreaming only the dreams that a fever brings. The ninth day brought only two inquiries into my married state. Then again I only had conversations with three gentlemen and the last one was so busy pouring me herbal infusions and putting cold compresses on my brow that he forgot to ask:-)

Note

Whenever you decide to read some of my thoughts and visit my blog, please use ravenweaver.blogspot.com and DO NOT PUT WWW. in the front of it. I'm not clear about the why's but the Google help is advising me of this. Also to make it easier, I've changed my address for all of you to visit the photo page to www.flickr.com/photos/ravenweaver
Technology makes my brain ache. The new iPad won't:-)

A Gracious Gesture

I have a friend, DJS, whom I would like it to be publicly known has the most generous heart and makes the most perfect gestures. While laying sick and useless this week, I received an email from Mr.S. He would like to gift me with a stay at La Mamounia in Marrakech. Some of you may have heard me speak of a few of the dream destinations on my list.

From the Recovery Bed

Skywards,
originally uploaded by Raven Weaver.

Do you know that day when you are recovering from being ill and the thought pops into your head that you feel pretty good? This thought arrives after more hours of sleep than you can count. You are also in a prone position expending almost no energy. After ninety some odd hours in bed, this thought came to me today.

Some Weeks Are Like That

For those of you that can hear my tone of voice when reading my blog postings, you'll understand that my Sunday trip to Meknes took up a large supply of my patience. Pedantic, didactic, colonialist Father-figure types are those that I am seeking to avoid. However, some of my attitude might be explained by the fact that I was getting sick.

No, Marjane is not a Town in Morocco

The Lanterns of Meknes,
originally uploaded by Raven Weaver.

This past Sunday, I visited the town of Meknes. P. had invited me and I thought that it might be nice to explore another town nearby. On the drive there, directional signs printed with the word Marjane were plentiful. If you did not know better, you could be fooled into believing that Marjane is a town.