Notes of Correspondence

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I just recently revisited some letters penned to me that I had saved from the early 2000’s. They were beautiful in there sentiment, thoughtful in their presentation, and honest in there attempt to form a connection that extended beyond the telephone conversation, or email.

They are, (and don’t ask me why I didn’t realize it then) love letters of the most profound kind. Vulnerable, prosaic, philosophical, and at times even poetic. Photo’s were sent, instead of scanned, the details and efforts were obvious even in the choice of paper selected. Having re-read these letters over 18 years later, I know him better now then I knew him then. I had forgotten what an important time that was in my life, and never truly understood how much that connection meant to me.

I have never forgotten him, and to this day, even though we have no direct contact, I have followed his career from afar.

It’s nice to be reminded that I too had been involved with some quite intelligent, passionate, and sensitive, men in my life.

When was the last time you found yourself immersed in love letters past or present? -tM

Sunday Ease

Cinematography: Sayombhu Mukdeeprom |  Call Me By Your Name

Cinematography: Sayombhu Mukdeeprom | Call Me By Your Name

Even though we have become a secular society where Sunday’s are no longer “God’s” day of rest, where businesses are forced to remain closed and family time is a requirement (boy do I remember how boring a Sunday could be as a child, quoting Morrissey as an appropriate reference “Everyday is like Sunday, everyday is silent and grey” because that is exactly how it felt, dull, grey, and boring; lazing around all day trying to amuse oneself with play and fascination). Anyway, I digress…

As an adult, I find that I still hold onto those lazy Sunday’s as a way of life, a space for letting go, and connecting to what matters and to those I love. I consciously take it slow on a Sunday. It’s become a way of life. It is a day that I reserve solely for myself and for things that matter to me. It is my day of rest.

How about you, how do you spend your Sunday? -tM

The Fruits of Creativity

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

Doors hiding behind terrazzo walls and vertical hand railings help one up the curvature of a stair.

They say for creativity to be successful you need to have 1. originality, 2. usefulness, 3. an idea built on a new foundation containing the element of surprise.

I think this foyer has hit the mark on all of the above. -tM

In Celebration

Photography: Maxime Ballesteros

Photography: Maxime Ballesteros

The more mature I get in age, the more I feel like this.

I apologize less for my opinions, I too am taking up my rightful space, knowing and owning the fact that I am the boss of me, and no one else. Other’s opinions, judgements, and the casting of stones, mean very little to me these days. I have now weathered half of my life and it has taken me this long to feel somewhat liberated.

I know people say aging is not for the faint of heart, although for now (as I suppose I am still on the younger side of aging) I am enjoying the internal growth process and the celebrating of its liberties.

And trust me, there is nothing as liberating as celebrating your own self governance. -tM

Casa da Musica by Rem Koolhaas

Casa da Musica located in Porto, Portugal is a cultural and musical institution. Incredibly modern and heavy set in its initial exterior presentation, the spaceship like stairs beckon you to enter a world which meticulously juxtaposes its concrete structure with that of an unexpected ethereal experience upon entrance.

I am in total awe. -tM

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Pearls for Every Occasion

Husband and wife lighting designers Audrée L. Larose & Félix Guyon, based in Montreal, have created jewel inspired lights that float as much as they illuminate. And much like good jewellery, their chandeliers compliment what is already there. The theatrics of jewellery can now also be found adorning our ceilings. Beauty and functionality that takes in to account architectural perspectives, now that is good design. -tM

Photography: Unknown

Silent Strength

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Lately I have been thinking about strength,

in terms of where I come from, and what I was born into.

I am not tough, I have never been, nor have I pretended to be, but I am strong.

In our world, the strength of a woman is so different from that of a man. And that is okay. We need to lean on and look to one another in differences of strength.

Whenever I am in doubt of whether I can overcome a situation, often I remind myself of where I come from and what I continue to be a part of.

For the first time, I am really beginning to own my strength, not just as a woman, but as a human being. It has been incredibly grounding and humbling, as it always is when connecting to the source.-tM

Artist: Matisse | Abstract Nude

1970's Curves

Designer of Sofa & Lamp: Charles Tassin

Designer of Sofa & Lamp: Charles Tassin

The design’s of the 70’s are marked by opulence of colour and luxurious materials. So sexy, so contemporary; it was a decade that mixed interior styles without hierarchy. In my opinion, the 70’s will always be a tribute to style, design, and creativity. -tM

You're Gonna Make it After All

I remember the significance of this opener as a young child. Without knowing why, I knew that throwing a hat up in the air meant freedom; independence. To this day, I recall walking down the street singing this theme song, spinning around aimlessly and tossing my hat up in the air, yelling mother in the background, it didn’t matter, this was my moment.

I loved this show as a young person and as I re visit the series as an adult, I am struck by how timeless and relevant this program is to this day. It celebrates the independent woman, the strength of her voice and will, as well as her choice(s) not to marry. It’s bright, it’s beautiful (the colour combinations in clothing are gorgeous in and of themselves), witty, and smart.

It’s good t.v.

And it still makes me want to spin and throw my hat up in the air in affirmation that I too will make it on my own. -tM