The Grand Georgian - Blue Mountain Resort
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... drifts of snow and we had to scramble home in ice storms. My love of winter comes and goes; it is ambivalent; it is partly made of hate, partly of awe; and it survives. It runs through me, this love, and is buried inside of me deeply, enduringly, like a beautiful white bone. I will always be a stranger to warmer climates, an odd creature of the North that looks out of place in sunlight. I will always yearn for battered mountain tops and the ...
Today is wistful and bright, the resumption of tranquility in the wake of the wildness of St Patrick's. There are people sitting on the benches outside with their arms bare, even though it is bitterly cold again. They are chatting with their hands thrown over their faces to ward off the glare that bites at everything, that flashes up from the snow that has melted and frozen so many times these past few days as the warm thaw has struggled desperately ...
... for good this time. In response, my supervisor said a rather cryptic, lovely thing that I didn't really understand the meaning of. She smiled and tilted her head and said, See you at the next location. I may not have entirely understood, but I liked the sound of that. It made it seem somehow as though endings were not really endings at all, or rather that the true ending would be a grand reconciliation, one day, in this world or one of the others. Perhaps ...
... next. Death, I expect, must often feel like that; when the end of life finally nears, one must wonder how it happened in such a rush, how did life go by so fast, even though the majority of days were no doubt ruled by a lethal boredom. The last moments on earth are perhaps the fiercest and angriest and greediest of them all, as we are inevitably betrayed by time in the end, a fact which should rightly provoke a final passion. Our lives are all ...
... my friend has a beautiful, expressive, sardonic sense of humour (I will never forget her impression of a Canadian grizzly bear!) Like me, however, she is a somewhat private and reflective person, especially when you first meet her. When she arrived on the farm, therefore, the farm owner couldn't understand why my friend wasn't all happy and bubbly- happy and bubbly, that is, like Franziska, the German farm volunteer he'd hosted the year before. When my friend recounted this ...