If these cats could talk...

I've come to realize that the stray cats that live around our property in Fort Langley have a top-secret-espionage complex.

I'll be walking along the road, and I'll see a cat come walking along. When he spots me, he suddenly crouches and freezes-stiff on the spot (as if that would somehow camouflage him).

I usually say at this point, "hey kitty... what'chya doing?"

His response is a look that says, "Dang! I've been spotted!" and he dashes away, probably radioing another cat: "code red, code red, a #3652 is headed down road A5!"

I laughed all the way down the driveway the other night after one of these encounters.
Aaaaah... the joy of laughing at something that's funny enough to laugh at alone...

Beautiful Days

I am so in love with Spring. I love that I can hear hundreds of frogs singing outside our bus at night. I love that there are so many birds flying from tree to tree that it sounds like we live in a jungle. I love that the grass is getting green again, and slowly, slowly, slowly, the trees aren't looking dead anymore. There is green instead of just brown.

Even the horses seem happier now that the mud and cold weather is melting away. Last night I went for a sunset walk on the farm in the warm spring air... I'm coming to depend on these walks. I went to the horse track where I always visit my favourite group of calm horses, and decided to walk around their circular track. The 4 horses wandered with me, sometimes in a line, sometimes momentarily blocking my path for a human pat on their necks. They're such giant creatures, horses, and I kept on wondering if I should be a little afraid of them, but they've become such calm friends to have, and sometimes I'm glad that God made animals not to talk... even though I sometimes wonder if they understand more than I know.

I ended the walk by climbing up into an old open hay loft to watch the sun set. When it was dark, I finally walked home, breathing deeply and really at peace.

Ma Gurls

Today was head-shot day for the dance production in May (here's a picture of my first-year class).

I'm so excited about it... the dance show, that is. I've not even been to many dance recitals or productions in my life, but I think this is going to be a really good show. I even think we might sell-out for both nights which makes me very very excited and a TAD nervous.

Our Christmas recital seems like nothing to me now compared to this May show... we'll be doing all our dance pieces from our classes, plus the dances that the 10 full-time students have each choreographed themselves. I keep on thinking... 'hmmm... am I going to walk-away from these nights excited or embarrassed?' I think it was a mingling of both for the Christmas recital, though pulling together 8 choreographies in my first 3 months of dancing was a bit of a different story.

The girls looked so beautiful for their head-shots today, and I found myself thinking how sad it is that it'll all be ending for the summer soon. There were times in the cold winter freezes that I wanted it all to end... it being cold all the time, having busy schedules, God bringing-up all our crap, but now, in Springtime, it seems like it's becoming Springtime in our lives, too. We're overcoming. We've seen beautiful, real friendships grow. We've cried, we've got mad, we've laughed, we've danced, and now here comes the culmination of the whole year of time together into 2 nights that we'll put all our powers of performing energy into. Wow. Exciting. Crazy. Sad. Good. Fulfilling. Scary. Amazing.