At Christmas,
when families gather
there is laughter and longing
as stories are unwound about
ancestors
school days
children
grandchildren
future, ideas, plans, beliefs
until we go separate ways at eventide
“…the knowledge of one generation could be handed on to the next,
so that each age could profit from those that had gone before.”
~ Arthur Charles Clarke, 2001: A Space Odyssey
changed pretty flowers
into delicate works of art.
“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.”
~ Confucius
fills me with rhythms
that dreams have made.
“Music is like a dream. One that I cannot hear.”
~ Beethoven
What a nice surprise! A pair of us roam around Regina to different venues for coffee and a bite to eat now and then. Today, roaming didn’t take me far from home! In the Viterra Building, at 2625 Victoria, between Angus St and Albert Street, Tarragon Restaurant has been open for about two months. The service is excellent and the decor beautiful. The very pleasant manager came to our table to welcome us to Tarragon.
A first time visit to this Asian restaurant, we only had coffee and a croissant breakfast sandwich, however their menu looks intriguing for future visits! The menu can be found on their website that I've listed below. We were treated to macarons made in house ~ beautifully decorated and delicious.
With the grand windows and lovely tables, it also looks like a perfect place for me to take a book or get a writing session in while having a delicious lunch. Even on the busiest of days, restaurants and coffee shops are good places for me to take my reading and/or writing for a treat.
“Food is not just eating energy. It’s an experience.”
~ Guy Fieri
Website: tarragon7.wordpress.com
This guy is a character. I snapped his photo yesterday afternoon on my walk. One portrait among one or two others in the back alley, he seems pretty ok with his surroundings. Perpetually a charmer and probably a tough guy, he can handle anything that blows his way.
“Be more concerned with your character than your reputation,
because your character is what you really are,
while your reputation is merely what others think you are.”
~ John Wooden
Back Alley art is garish, harsh, beautiful or sensitive. I’m sure there are many adjectives that describe the graffiti splashed in such brilliant colours in the greyness of alleys. Shock value when all around is filled with windblown trash, garbage bins, recycling bins across from dusty parking spaces for tenants of square, utilitarian apartment buildings. These marvellous paintings are on fences, railway cars, buildings, and anywhere there is a flat surface that begs to be a canvas for an artist. I’ve been down this particular alley a time or two in bright daylight because it offers a shortcut and a brilliant art tour. They’ve changed since my last sojourn last summer. Stopped in my tracks, I read the poet's words and was comforted.
“A poem begins as a lump in the throat,
a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
~ Robert Frost
Dreams whisper away into bright sunshine or cloudy sky
waking energy chases dreams
into the pillow
feeling life
with the brush of cool air on arms that embrace each moment
feeling life
from the cold floor
on feet that walk us through time and space
feeling life
with each breath that we breathe
while the coffee perfumes the morning
With all of this life,
what we do with each day is ours to create.
“Today you are you! That is truer than true!
There is no one alive who is you-er than you!”
~ Dr. Seuss
