“Real truth…with nothing missing…is God’s truth…but what people mean by truth is only half the real truth.”

Olwen Peel, a character in the Vancouver Playhouse performance of a Dangerous Corner says this line. This play was first performed in London in 1932. Kevin and I saw it last night… just a few years later.

Like the movie Sliding Door, it twists and plays with time and the danger of telling the Truth. It left me with a bit of an Einsteinian time-pretzel-twist in my brain and wondering if lying, or more decorously said, illusion, might not be so bad after all.

I guess it brings us back to the three questions we should ask before telling the Truth to someone. Is it really true? Is it necessary? Is it kind? I think in our rush to tell people what’s good for them (aren’t we just SO smart?) we often forget that the most essential question is that of kindness.

And call me crazy, but kindnesses include those extended to yourself; which is why I’m typing while seated in a perfect ergonomic chair, with the sound of gulls and a slight breeze coming through my window…you might think I was in my seaside office in Sechelt.

But you’d be thinking incorrectly. The clue was the chair ….my office chair doesn’t come close to feeling this good.

I’m in Vancouver’s Opus Hotel. This is the ultimate in show-yourself-kindness and sink-into-it-luxeness. First of all, hats off to the brilliant people who stock the room with real cream for the coffee. OMG. That is such a basic detail that some of the finest hotels miss.

And then let’s talk about the supply of L’Occitane en Provence products, because I love them and their evocation of all things fine and French. There is a fresh flower on the desk, a handful of groovy CDs in the room, and a random book – instead of the Bible – at the bedside The book is now on my must-get list; it’s called Fighting Words by James Charlton.

And then there’s this Yaletown location. It was a very short stroll from the Playhouse last night to our poufy duvet-filled world and a less-than-five minute amble down Davie Street to Provence for our marina side breakfast. And that’s the Truth.

Happy Mother’s Day to me and Happy Mother’s Day to all you fine & wonderful women out there…Thank you for raising the future good people of the world.