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  1. Gwen Morrison
    Gwen Morrison at |

    When I finished reading this post, I picked up the phone and called my mother. I asked her “When was I born? What did you want to be when you grew up? And if you had one piece of advice to give your 16 year-old-self, what would it be?

    Thank you for that, Colleen. My life is changing quickly, with more changes coming in the next few years when the last of my four children is lured away to the big city to learn bigger things than his high school Math teacher– or his mother — can teach him. He’ll learn to live his life. As we all do. Going through the motions, frittering away time on this task or that — thanks for the reminder that there are more years behind me than ahead of me.. so I better make sure this next chapter is filled with memories (and that I share them with my own kids before the curtain closes).

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  2. Laurie
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    Pretty profound prairie premonitions, Princess. You are forever young to me – I feel like whenever we meet we are both 9 years old. I still have both my parents (currently living it up on North America’s largest cruise ship in the Bahamas, poor near-dead cretins), but my daughters do a fine job of reminding me how passe I am fast becoming despite a high-ranking cool factor that they declare offsets some marks from the Russian judges (nyet! = not yet!). I realize much of the music I listen to is almost as bad as doowoppy 50s tunes, and that I’m actually getting scandalized/disgusted by current songs (blow my whistle baby, anyone? I bet you can figure it out).

    On the good side of the ledger I’m still getting approached for advice as long as it isn’t delivered sounding like it, and find rare moments of actual friendship with my 16 year old and feel absurdly grateful, hoarding the memories like they’re my own half-feral cat kingdom.

    Your post was beautifully evocative about that abyss, and how I find myself yelling ‘but I’m not ready!!!’ so often in my head I wonder if others are hearing it. There’s got to be a reason people look wild-eyed around me so often.

    Well, you old fogey, consider savoring the summer-sweet memories in Saskatoon – let’s hope harvest season is many bends down the road for both of us.

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  3. Tillicum on Stalashen
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    re: “Isn’t it the shadow that defines the light?”

    Colleen, Look up at the sky! The night sky, that is.
    There, for all to see is what eternity looks like.
    We are all made of stardust. From dust to star-dust.

    “The future is so bright, I gotta wear shades”.
    Namasté.

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