
Marian in Kensington Market yesterday
Does anything else feel like watching one's children grow: that combination of pride and poignancy? I've heard there's nothing worse than losing a child. I almost lost them once, but now they're old enough that no one can come between us against our will. Maybe that makes it easier watching mortality transform them. A butterfly in the hand is only half beautiful; you have to let it fly to see its magic.
Marian stands on the threshold of adulthood. She tells me things that make me feel privileged. Seeing and listening to her is like watching my own life through a crystal: facets of similarity and of difference.
This afternoon on Queen Street, we practically walked into my lovely niece, Robyn. How does that happen, in a city of 2.5 million? She is working two part-time jobs on Queen Street now, but we didn't know that. Robyn and Marian both inherited my mother's beauty and way of drawing attention, although Marian is quieter about it.
In the car we listened to VNV Nation, Rufus Wainwright, Goldfrapp, Abba. She pointed to the full moon rising on her side, then we turned a corner and drove toward it for half an hour.

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Date: 2005-11-15 04:10 am (UTC)absolutely breath taking Van
Love and Peace
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Date: 2005-11-16 09:02 pm (UTC)....
i love rufus wainwright.
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the last line is gorgeous.
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Date: 2005-11-16 10:14 pm (UTC)Cheers,
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Date: 2005-11-16 10:34 pm (UTC)The funny thing is she told me on the weekend she won't ever get a tattoo because, "I change my mind so much." She would rather use henna.
Her multiple piercings used to give me the willies, too. Early on she did some careless things and had trouble with infections. Even now, she is using electrical tape to protect the large piercings (they're hollow, rather than discs), which is a no-no. She says she lost her teflon tape.
I'm not in a position to get tough, and Marian has received enough demeaning criticism from other quarters. It's my nature to worry about stuff like this, but instead I try to be the one she can talk to. It's easier to put aside anxiety about her earlobes if we're conversing about things like drugs, sex and relationships.
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