Frank Remus

Trees in Her White Garden of Love  7:47 am

Her Yellow Shining Love  7:50 pm

When I arrived at Starbucks, there were 14 people in the room, and 3 conversations in progress. There were 2 women that sat by the fire. A black fur collar coat on the chair, with a pink scarf hanging over it. A woman sitting across from me wore a light brown sweater with pink T-shirt. Her brown jacket with a pink lining that had a large yellow Asian-like letter. On the speaker contemporary African beat music. Outside there was light snow. Flakes were floating and free falling. Each one going his or her way, on a spiraling journey to the ground. The sky was pale overcast. It was bright, quite sunny actually. The air was cool but not cold. Ice covered sidewalks and roads. I nearly slipped a few times. A light dusting of snow over ice can be a dangerous thing. I was in a good mood this morning, in a half-cynical world-weary way, evoking a strange sense of freedom. And in the midst of this I was deeply in love.

Early Lights 7:03 am

Time and Her Blue River of Love  7:05 am

Her River of Love Bridges Time  7:14 am

Time Bridges Her River of Love  7:25 am

Time Bridges Her River of Love 7:28 am

Time Bridges Her River of Love  7:32 am

Time Bridges Her River of Love  7:43 am

This morning, Anna my love showed me the distant view of the underpass. She showed time and her blue river of love.  She gave me look at her gorgeous white garden with centered tree, and the underpass with fresh fallen snow. She is the queen of my heart. Anna showed me Place Viger with snow, and then it was time to go, and do my love writing for her. Much later on Anna showed me her yellow shining love that I so craved. That was just what I needed, directly from her heart to mine. But I missed the quick shot of the triangle. But when she showed me relating betwixt, making my heart thrive for her, I made sure I got that, with the sky turning darker with lights. Anna showed me more yellow love later, each time so soothing for me. You know that put such joy in my heart. I love Anna Dirksen. Back with the coffee, the black man wearing his black sweater with grey diamond patterns arrived and sat next to me, with his black leather jacket and black cap.

Parking Space  7:44 am

Trees in Her White Garden of Love  7:47 am

Snowy Underpass  7:48 am

Snowy Underpass 8:34 am

Viger Road Snow  9:02 am

Viger Road Snow  10:31 am

Her Yellow Shining Love  4:11 pm

Viger Road Snow 4:11 pm

Viger Road Snow  4:18 pm

This time he wore tan slacks. He wore a large golden ring on his right hand. Just then, Bob Marley played on the speakers. The black man sang quietly along, as if he were reciting a favored prayer or poem. A woman arrived wearing a red and white coat. Her young daughter wore a pink winter hat. It had little flowers on it, along with her green snowsuit and pink boots. The little girl played with two paper cups, pouring her drink back and forth and then mixing them with a stick, making her imaginary drink recipe. The little girl did not want to leave and complained when her mother dressed her to go. An older couple arrived. The woman wore a dark mauve jacket, with a red striped knit winter hat. She wore a dark pink sweater with blue jeans. She sat waiting and seemed rather pensive. Her husband arrived with their coffee. They sat for a long time saying nothing. They seemed absorbed in their thoughts, until they began to talk.

Relating: One Long Black One  4:20 pm

Relating: One Long Black One  4:32 pm

 Relating: One Long Black One  4:33 pm

Relating Betwixt  4:36 pm

Relating Betwixt  4:46 pm

Relating Betwixt  4:56 pm

Downtown Lights  5:36 pm

And my thoughts flowed toward Anna Dirksen. And one thing I feel blessed to have gained, is a better understanding of the dreamcards, since I’ve been love writing for her. And I would have learned none of this at all, if it weren’t for Anna Dirksen, my soulmate. She has inspired me to do this good work, prompting me in her loving way, with the daily round of the news and my heart’s showing for her, and amazing synchronicity. I love her in my dreams and in my dreamwork. I love her in my love diary, my heart and my mind. Her images of love complete my heart’s task, with her loving soulmate gift photographs. Anna Dirksen is the finest pearl of great beauty. I am in love with her inner essence. She is a woman of true authenticity. For her I would state my love clearly in a marriage ceremony and lovely baby, with a home completed and made real. Together we can be natural, consummating our loving potential, weaving our dream projects together, with green travel under the sun. Together can we  share our soulmate ripe harvest, with building fulfillment and caring, our bodies healthy with organic meals.  I love Anna Dirksen to the substantial. She is the woman of my deepest dreams.

Her Yellow Shining Love  7:50 pm

And when I returned from my love writing, an unexpected phone message from my son Tristan. He asked to come over today, to stay with me until Sunday. I was not expecting him until Friday. And that was just what I needed to brighten my life.  He arrived wearing a black and yellow T-shirt with the number 86 on the front. He was in such a cheery mood, making me laugh immediately, with his many quips and jokes. He brought me some cookies. He made me laugh with his dub movies, and at the same time, Anna sent me her yellow shining love.

Her Yellow Shining Love 7:52 pm

Meanwhile, Ned Flanders replaces Skinner as principal, Bart brings his dog for show and tell, and a kid brought in a fat guy eating turkey, the dog runs loose in the air vents, while Bulldogs makes fun of Frasier on his sports radio show. Frasier’s practical joke on him backfires, when a lizard biting the tip off of his boss’s finger. We watched the CBC News at Six, with Marianna Simeone as anchor. She wore a black jacket with large white square grids and white top. The first story was on the bail hearing for suspects arrested at Trudeau Airport. Peter Johnson reported wore a grey jacket, white shirt and red tie. The second story was an update on Myriam Bédard’s jail time for the next 2 months. The third story was on Réjean Gignac, the man missing with his daughter. They slipped and fell into the water. The search has been called off. The fourth story was on the death of Fernand Nault, the Montreal choreographer for the Nutcracker, as reported by Kristie Snell. And then Geeta Nadkarni gave a weather preview wearing a blue scarf, a green hat and black coat with white mittens.

She spoke about the new snow. And then on to Milk Prices Going Up, Junk Food in Schools, and a preview for the encore of Amanda Pfeffer’s Everybody Has a Story, at the LaSalle Drive-In And then on to the first commercial break. Upon returning a preview on New Year’s Eve party Evites, and then on to Opération Nez Rouges numbers, with Gerri Barrer in a grey textured jacket, sitting in front of the bridge image. Volunteers can go to www.operationnezrouges.com. And then to the second commercial break. Upon returning Seasons Greetings from the CBC News at Six and Radio teams, and on to Leah Hendry’s story on Evites and virtual invitations. Paper remains traditional for weddings. And then to the second commercial break. Upon returning, Geeta Nadkarni took a look at the recent snow. She confessed that the winter weather still tricks her –when it’s sunny it’s not warm it’s cold. And then to the third commercial break. Upon returning, Amanda Pfeffer’s Everyone Has a Story, at the Drive-In LaSalle diner. Marianna Simeone signed off for the night

And this is Frank Remus in Montreal for this Krimson News diary-blog of loving and dreaming, and brief CBC News at Six re-reportage of accomplishment, attaining, authenticity, autonomy, awarding, breakthrough, building, caring, carrying out, commitments, completion, consummation, definition, determining, earning, essence, executing, experience, finishing, fulfillment, harvest, inwardness, making, manifesting, the natural, performing, plans, possibility, potential, realizing, ripeness, satisfaction, the substantial, the tangible and to make real.

Actualizing

Relating