Years ago, I attended a sunrise Easter service. Now, anyone who knows me knows that I can count on one hand how many sunrises I’ve seen. I am NOT a morning person. So, to actually set an alarm and plan to be up early is a huge ordeal for me.
But I wanted to attend the service, so there I was, up before 6:00 a.m., making my way to a cold, dark beach. It felt like the middle of the night. I was tired and grumpy, and I couldn’t see where I was going. There were little hazards everywhere, like random pieces of driftwood, uneven ground, and loose pebbles.
When people ask me what my cultural background is, the first thing I say is “I’m Romanian.” Then I pause and add, “Well, actually I’m one-quarter Romanian and three-quarters British… but I was born in Canada, so I’m Canadian.”
Over the past few years, my blog has ebbed and flowed. When I first started blogging four years ago, I had oodles of time, so I regularly shared stories and memories. Then I got busier and started sharing photos. Then I got really busy and started sharing… nothing.
But I enjoy this community of bloggers and readers, so I keep coming back, even if it’s not as frequently. Life is different now since the COVID-19 pandemic, and instead of driving around taking photos, my husband and I have been staying close to home.
This has led to my rediscovering a love of sketching. I’m bound and determined to make this season of our life precious and meaningful, so things I’ve been leaving until “tomorrow” are now being done “today.”
In Grade 12, I lived two provinces away from the Romanian Dance Ensemble I had performed with as a child. But the Romanian music continued to play in my heart.
And when asked to submit an art assignment with the topic of my choice, I chose to paint the Senior dancers from the Eminescu Romanian Dance Ensemble. I sketched the figures from a photo taken in Regina, Saskatchewan, in the 1970s.
The dance is called Oaș after a region in the northern part of Romania.
I didn’t get the faces right. People are notoriously hard to draw, at least for me! But I spent a lot of time on the fabric, trying to capture the movement.
And in the silence of the room, the music played in my heart while I sketched and painted.
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One day in 2000 I was offered a very cool job recommended for people who had a knowledge of linguistics and experience playing the piano. It involved using machine shorthand to create closed captioning transcripts for television programs. Since I love TV and anything involving language, I was immediately intrigued and didn’t hesitate to accept the offer.
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