I had the most perfect day with my soul mate a few days ago. We ran around Metrotown squealing like children and talking way too loud. Purchasing “welcome to our sin” type books, and talking of ideas, grand ideas for the future.

A piece of the sky was given to me that day, by a spiky lipped man named Chris. We were in one of those stores that sell the beautiful swords and clever chess sets. I saw a chest full of the most wonderful rocks. One caught my eye, fantastically blue and flattened on both sides. Perfect for running your thumb across the smooth surface, letting worries melt away, a true worry stone to absorb any negative energy, banishing it. I had asked this spiky lipped man how much it was to buy only one stone. His reply? “Take it, it’s a rock”. What a wonderful man! My soul mate was very impressed and told him that he just gave me a piece of the sky. He looked charmed.

We ended our day sitting at the old sittin’ spot. It is where you are allowed to be insane and feel at home. A patient entertained us by doing cartwheels down the cement steps, laughing and looking towards us to see if we were appreciating his efforts. We were charmed.

I want to speak of the old “sacrificing a beer to the god’s for sun” myth. We had gone camping the weekend before and had one of the prairie boy’s beer left. So on this day, setting up to go camping again, it was cloudy. Perfect BC weather, not raining but threatening it all day.

My soul mate and I decided to sacrifice the beer… We took our sips, toasted to the boys and prayed for the sun. Well she has the faith for both of us; I just wanted a sip of beer.

A short time later, the sun paid a visit, bright and comforting. Did it really work…hmm?