The unfolding of something beautiful is sometimes found in the waiting
I went for a walk with a friend a while back along the river.
Our goal was to find a independently owned coffee shop/tea house at the next town.
As we got closer, we discovered that what we were looking for didn't seem to be found anywhere.
We contemplated just going into a pub, but thought, 'no there must be something more.'
We carried on walking.
Hoping.
But seeing nothing.
We saw the familiar signs. Starbucks, Costa, Nero.
Looking at each other... looking to the other, to decide what to do....
'Do we just cave in, is there any hope of finding what we were looking for.,,?'
We decided to give it a few more minutes,walking a bit further.
Something caught our eye.
No big sign, nothing to suggest this is it, this is what we had been looking for.
Just little things to peak our curiosity, little bits of hope arising.
As we got to this door we looked in to discover, a unique coffee shop. Complete with Vintage looking crockery, décor and 70's music.
The coffee/tea and food was wonderful.
It was totally worth the wait.
We both laughed and realized how we would not had discovered this place had we settled for the convenient... for the obvious.
It was a treasured find because we understood the journey it took to find it.
As a young Canadian girl I grew up with the story of Anne of Green Gables, not unlike most.
Identifying with the character of Anne; all of her quirks, her creative imagination, enjoying how she viewed life from a lens that saw so much more then others.
My first introduction though was not through the pages, but rather on the screen.
At a very young age Anne and Gilbert were established to me by the people that took on their roles in the 1985 adaptation.
Through these movies I was able to journey with Anne watching as she grows, matures and learns.
Observing her trying new things and testing the theories and beliefs she holds about life and her 'ideals' through the wisdom and advise of those in her life.
Amidst this story there is a boy.
A boy, who like many boys, mistake that teasing and pestering a girls translates, that they like her. Things start off on the wrong foot and stay as such for quite awhile.
The beauty is that that in the midst of all this 'dislike' and unforgiveness towards him, Gilbert grows more and more found of Anne; her ambition, her drive for life, how smart and determined she is, despite all of her quirks and 'short comings', his love grows.
Eventually her pride gets the better of her and she learns to forgive and a great friendship blossoms between them
Gilbert became my treasured shiny penny, The boy I hoped someday to met.
And so, a month after hearing of the sad passing of the actor Jonathan Crombie, who portrayed the beloved Gilbert Blyth, the boy who first won my heart, I decided to throw my oar in.
As many have written I thought I would write my thoughts about what it was that made Gilbert so cherished for so many, generation after generation.
I remember reading an article in a magazine as a teenager about Waiting for Gilbert.
Trying to communicate what it was about Gilbert that made him the 'ideal' for so many young girls.
Unlike many other fictional characters, Gilbert was actually worthy of a young girls admiration,for his character was unlike any other.
Gilbert may have been a fictional character, however, it was more about what he stood for, what he represented.
He allowed for us to hope.
Hope that there were men who could be strong, capable, funny and not threatened by the same personality traits found in the young women around them.
He demonstrated to us what it was to love others more then oneself.
An example.
Gilbert gave up the post to teach at the local school.
Teaching there would have given him the ability to live at home in order to save up for medical school.
He gave it up and took on the school further away in order that Anne could be nearer her family and still teach, after the loss of Matthew, whom had adopted her and become the nearest thing to a father she had known.
I could go on, literally forever...
Perhaps it isn't just about about waiting for Gilbert.
But maybe, it's about having the courage to be an Anne.
A young girl who loves life, and sees the beauty in things, in the truest and purest form.
A young woman who doesn't allow the difficulties and limitations to become hindrances, rather opportunities to overcome and be strengthened by.
A woman who learns to love others so dearly and still love who she is and what she is good at.
Someone once asked me, are you the kind of woman the guy you are waiting for, is waiting for...
Waiting for Gilbert will always be my aim.
But perhaps it's also about becoming more like 'Anne' the one whom has captured the heart of Gilbert unknowingly.
'Green Gables' PEI August 2008
#dreamsreallydocometrue
I am not the kind of girls who wants a purse (bag-UK) to match every outfit. Rather I like to have a bag to suit for everything and last.
The hunt was on, for a vintage messenger bag.
Big enough to hold lots of bits and pieces could be zipped shut for security etc.
I had been gifted some money for a new one but I couldn't seem to find what I was looking for anywhere. I finally discovered one that would have used up the entirety of the money I had been given. I almost did it. But I had a hard time justifying spending that kind of money. So I thought I will just wait.
And wait I did. Probably in total 8 months.
I stayed the night at a friends while they were gone, across the street their was a second hand store. I thought I'd pop in quickly for fun. I walked to the bags, expectant.
But there it sat. A bag exactly to my liking. I took it off the shelf to discover that it had all the features I needed. Now the moment of truth. How much did it cost. A bag like this wouldn't be without cost.
Much to my delight, the bag was only $16. Needless to say I bought it without hesitation.
I went for a walk with a friend a while back along the river.
Our goal was to find a independently owned coffee shop/tea house at the next town.
As we got closer, we discovered that what we were looking for didn't seem to be found anywhere.
We contemplated just going into a pub, but thought, 'no there must be something more.'
We carried on walking.
Hoping.
But seeing nothing.
We saw the familiar signs. Starbucks, Costa, Nero.
Looking at each other... looking to the other, to decide what to do....
'Do we just cave in, is there any hope of finding what we were looking for.,,?'
We decided to give it a few more minutes,walking a bit further.
Something caught our eye.
No big sign, nothing to suggest this is it, this is what we had been looking for.
Just little things to peak our curiosity, little bits of hope arising.
As we got to this door we looked in to discover, a unique coffee shop. Complete with Vintage looking crockery, décor and 70's music.
The coffee/tea and food was wonderful.
It was totally worth the wait.
We both laughed and realized how we would not had discovered this place had we settled for the convenient... for the obvious.
It was a treasured find because we understood the journey it took to find it.
As a young Canadian girl I grew up with the story of Anne of Green Gables, not unlike most.
Identifying with the character of Anne; all of her quirks, her creative imagination, enjoying how she viewed life from a lens that saw so much more then others.
My first introduction though was not through the pages, but rather on the screen.
At a very young age Anne and Gilbert were established to me by the people that took on their roles in the 1985 adaptation.
Through these movies I was able to journey with Anne watching as she grows, matures and learns.
Observing her trying new things and testing the theories and beliefs she holds about life and her 'ideals' through the wisdom and advise of those in her life.
Amidst this story there is a boy.
A boy, who like many boys, mistake that teasing and pestering a girls translates, that they like her. Things start off on the wrong foot and stay as such for quite awhile.
The beauty is that that in the midst of all this 'dislike' and unforgiveness towards him, Gilbert grows more and more found of Anne; her ambition, her drive for life, how smart and determined she is, despite all of her quirks and 'short comings', his love grows.
Eventually her pride gets the better of her and she learns to forgive and a great friendship blossoms between them
Gilbert became my treasured shiny penny, The boy I hoped someday to met.
And so, a month after hearing of the sad passing of the actor Jonathan Crombie, who portrayed the beloved Gilbert Blyth, the boy who first won my heart, I decided to throw my oar in.
As many have written I thought I would write my thoughts about what it was that made Gilbert so cherished for so many, generation after generation.
I remember reading an article in a magazine as a teenager about Waiting for Gilbert.
Trying to communicate what it was about Gilbert that made him the 'ideal' for so many young girls.
Unlike many other fictional characters, Gilbert was actually worthy of a young girls admiration,for his character was unlike any other.
Gilbert may have been a fictional character, however, it was more about what he stood for, what he represented.
He allowed for us to hope.
Hope that there were men who could be strong, capable, funny and not threatened by the same personality traits found in the young women around them.
He demonstrated to us what it was to love others more then oneself.
An example.
Gilbert gave up the post to teach at the local school.
Teaching there would have given him the ability to live at home in order to save up for medical school.
He gave it up and took on the school further away in order that Anne could be nearer her family and still teach, after the loss of Matthew, whom had adopted her and become the nearest thing to a father she had known.
I could go on, literally forever...
But maybe, it's about having the courage to be an Anne.
A young girl who loves life, and sees the beauty in things, in the truest and purest form.
A young woman who doesn't allow the difficulties and limitations to become hindrances, rather opportunities to overcome and be strengthened by.
A woman who learns to love others so dearly and still love who she is and what she is good at.
Someone once asked me, are you the kind of woman the guy you are waiting for, is waiting for...
Waiting for Gilbert will always be my aim.
But perhaps it's also about becoming more like 'Anne' the one whom has captured the heart of Gilbert unknowingly.
'Green Gables' PEI August 2008
#dreamsreallydocometrue
I am not the kind of girls who wants a purse (bag-UK) to match every outfit. Rather I like to have a bag to suit for everything and last.
The hunt was on, for a vintage messenger bag.
Big enough to hold lots of bits and pieces could be zipped shut for security etc.
I had been gifted some money for a new one but I couldn't seem to find what I was looking for anywhere. I finally discovered one that would have used up the entirety of the money I had been given. I almost did it. But I had a hard time justifying spending that kind of money. So I thought I will just wait.
And wait I did. Probably in total 8 months.
I stayed the night at a friends while they were gone, across the street their was a second hand store. I thought I'd pop in quickly for fun. I walked to the bags, expectant.
But there it sat. A bag exactly to my liking. I took it off the shelf to discover that it had all the features I needed. Now the moment of truth. How much did it cost. A bag like this wouldn't be without cost.
Much to my delight, the bag was only $16. Needless to say I bought it without hesitation.
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