So you waited too long and missed out on the March 1 RSP contribution deadline. Hey, it happens! But guess what? I have some helpful advice to share with you that’ll make up for it.
Text: Mazen Ellaz
Every year around this time, we’re rushing to file our taxes, gathering our T4, T5, RSP, and other statements in order to complete the process. Kind of reminiscent of the Christmas shopping chaos we endure prior to the holidays, right? In the midst of all the tax craziness, there is a powerful savings vehicle available called the Tax-Free Savings Account (TFSA). What is the relation between taxes and this form of savings? Well, both share a common word, but one is FREE and the other is not. Read more »
So you waited too long and missed out on the March 1 RSP contribution deadline. Hey, it happens! But guess what? I have some helpful advice to share with you that’ll make up for it. Text: Mazen Ellaz Every year around this time, we’re rushing to file our taxes, gathering our T4, T5, RSP, and […]
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Accepting people for who they are is a challenge people face each day. But for Mari Chance, it was a relief to find that Erik Deror, the seemingly perfect man ‘From Away’, was as human as anyone. It was in finding his failings that she discovered a new way to accept him and his philosophies on life. But as Mari finds herself becoming too attached to Erik, she fears losing the man who appeared so randomly one day at a Charlottetown coffee shop. As a chill closes in on their friendship, will Mari accept the changes that may come gracefully, or regret a bitter separation?
I rue the idea of wearing a warmer sweater, but a chill that raises goose bumps on my arms has forced me to do so. It’s been an exceptionally warm fall until now, and I’ve been holding onto that tightly because, in a way, I feel that this is what’s keeping Erik here with me.
I hold my breath every morning and peek through the drapes with trepidation that his boat will be missing but it still has yet to move from its berth. And with Erik’s unexpected ways, I can’t help but feel that with the coming of this cool air, he is slipping through my fingers.
Today, however, is my day off from work and I’ve decided to scout out Erik Deror myself. I’m determined not to have him surprise me this time. Yet without him knowing this, I was never more surprised to find him where he was today than in a tree or a boat outside my window. As I cross Grafton Street by the waterfront, I see Erik perched on the roof of a beautiful Victorian home staring out into the distance.
I hesitate joining him at first but decide to seize the chance. I scale the rickety fire escape stairs and make my way up to the roof.
“Why are you up here?” I ask when I finally reach Erik’s rooftop perch. He looks up when he hears my voice but he doesn’t seem a bit surprised to see me.
“I need time to think, Mari, time to reflect on life. Where I am, where I’m going,” he replies as I take a seat beside him.
I practically feel myself choke; there is nothing that I can think to say. I’m breathless but unable to tear my eyes away from the deep, thoughtful lines on Erik’s face. I feel like he knows of my disappointment as he clasps my hand into his. There are no words between us but I find everything I need in the warmth of his fingers, the energy there as he holds my hand just tight enough to feel secure. There’s uniqueness there in his hand that could only be Erik’s with the cool metal of his rings laced with my fingers.
The seconds dripping by are being collected in the reserve of my heart until it overflows with this memory and fills my body. There is nothing more beautiful that could be around us. I am blinded to the world and for the moment, it is as if we are alone, the smallest things compared to the enormity of the planet and the very largest in comparison to everything in it.
A taste of this experience makes me know instantly that I will search all my life for precious seconds of this depth and glory. The power of two people sharing the same time in like consciousness is rare and electrifying but I’m given to it as if it’s the beginning and end of my life. In this moment, I am so starkly and fully alive that I will never be able to take the privilege for granted.
So sensitive to the man beside me I can feel the change of pace in his breathing as he prepares to speak.
“The chill,” he says shivering, as if his bones are absorbing it. “The snow will be coming too soon.” My eyes shift away from Erik and my lips curve downward.
“Then why don’t you stay here for the winter?” The words come out a bit more desperate than I want but I won’t regret saying it. What’s done is done.
“You know I can’t do that, Mari.”
Erik’s words are soft but without a logical reason to accompany his sympathy. I won’t argue; there’s no point, after all. I knew from the day I met Erik Deror that he was unbound by logic and convention. It’s what I loved about him. I couldn’t allow myself to be selfish and hold him captive or even try to because I fear any effort I might make would be in vain.
“Once more?” I ask. I feel this much is my right.
“I don’t know Mari,” Erik replies regretfully.
I won’t listen to it. I get up to stand up shakily on the roof and give him a long, hard stare.
“No,” is all I can manage before turning my back on him. I bite my lip to stop the tears. “Once more; if you’re a decent man you’ll see me one more time,”I practically demand, hardly able to believe my own tone.
He goes to say something but I’m beyond pacification. I turn swiftly to descend the fire escape and run down the street far enough away so Erik Deror won’t be able to hear me crying.
This is chapter six of the seven-part series From Away, written by Island author M.K.R. Mossey (Twitter: @MKRMossey), exclusively in G! To find out what happens next, pick up the current issue of G! for the seventh and last installment of From Away.
Accepting people for who they are is a challenge people face each day. But for Mari Chance, it was a relief to find that Erik Deror, the seemingly perfect man ‘From Away’, was as human as anyone. It was in finding his failings that she discovered a new way to accept him and his philosophies […]
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Meaningful relationships are hard to find and when a captivating stranger waltzes into your life, it’s hardly something a person expects to last. Mari Chance was no exception to this rule when she met Erik Deror, a worldly man ‘from away‘. But after a chance meeting at a Charlottetown coffee shop turned into infatuation that bred an enlightening relationship, Mari couldn’t help but fall victim to Erik’s charm, wit, and philosophies on life.
With Erik continuing to pop up in the most unexpected of places, with something thought-provoking to express, Mari feels inspired by his mysterious ways. However, sometimes lessons aren’t always what we expect and when faced with another human’s flaws the most important lesson could come from within…
I never knew I could enjoy being mystified so very much, yet I find myself magnetized towards the draw of the unknown. Had it not been for Erik, I’d still be just a drab shadow on the coffee shop wall. Instead I’ve become enticed by the mystery of human life and it recalls to my mind how Erik had pointed out the horizon to me. Something within my being had now shifted and what was once fear had turned into ambition for the opportunities each day holds captive. I’m not a bold risk taker – I never could be, it’s not in my DNA – but I want to free those prisoner chances since they make my life fuller. I now look for those moments that will make me a more aware person.
Today, my great excursion in that direction is pretty ordinary since I could only find the energy to walk home after work. But I smile at people as they pass by and imagine that if I were Erik I would be saying strange phrases to catch their attention. However, I am who I am and Erik is who he is and that’s what makes our efforts unique although his methods are agreeably more unique than mine.
As I reach my condominium building, there’s something different and beautiful I cannot spot with my eyes. My ears are pleased to acknowledge its presence since there’s a sweet acoustic guitar melody floating around the air. I don’t have any headphones on and even if I did, I’ve never heard this song before in my life. But its draw is strong enough that I follow the gentle notes until I’m lead around the side of the building that faces the waterfront. There, hunched over a dark stained wood acoustic guitar, his hair held at bay by a fashionably knit beanie, is Erik Deror, drenched in the light of the sunset. I’m pleased to see him but at the same time frustrated by how he seems to be able to do anything he wants, such as playing an instrument I never took the time to learn.
“Mari, you’re home,” he says, looking up from his fingering on the guitar but never missing a note. “And you’re not,” I point out, sitting cross-legged next to him and looking at his sailboat in the water. He stops playing his guitar, his eyes are clearly amused at my comment and he watches me for a long moment. As his eyes trail on me I feel like he is staring into my soul, which is both scary and thrilling at the same time. Yet, no matter how hard I try to do the same to him, Erik is still an enigma. He breaks our gaze and pulls something out from his pocket. I don’t try to find out what it is because he is so unpredictable that no matter my puzzling, I’m resigned to the fact that I will never know what his intentions are.
“Here, open it,” he says, passing me a small box surrounded with neatly folded black-and-white-striped wrapping paper. I’m thrilled but making every effort to be a lady and not show my elation as I tug gently at the folds and get to the box inside. It’s simple and white, made of flimsy boxboard.
“What is it?” I ask before opening the flap. “You know I won’t tell you,” he says simply, watching for me to open the box, which I do with the anticipation of something good inside. And yet all I find is…nothing, absolutely zilch.
“There’s nothing inside,” I exclaim, shooting Erik a dirty look. ?”True, but the anticipation you experienced was the point. Everyday needs a bit of excitement,” he says, flicking the leftover wrapping paper mindlessly with his finger. “Yeah, but this was kind of a disappointment. You could have put something into it,” I say blankly, refusing to look at Erik. “I could have, yes, but I didn’t. If there had been something in the box than you would have paid more attention to it. Thus my point of exaggerating the sense of anticipation would have been completely missed.”
I sigh at his reasoning partially because I now understand and because I feel saddened by the lack of present I feel cheated out of. “Points,” I say exasperated. “Why is there always a point to everything you do? Why are you always trying to teach me something?” I ask, glancing at Erik out of the corner of my eye. For the first time he seems genuinely repentant. “I don’t really think you have anything to learn…I just like to know that there’s a purpose to my existence and if you happen to be that person right now then I would hate to bore you. I just have the incredible urge to be interesting.”
Turning now to look at Erik, there’s something in him I haven’t seen before: I see his humanity on display. I feel sad that he isn’t his usual paragon of confidence and yet I am heartened at the idea that this man, who I have pictured on a pedestal, is just as prone to mistakes as I am. “Thank you Erik,” I say to him in a caring tone, knowing now that he requires just as much care as I do. “For what? You were mad at me just a moment ago,” he says curiously.
“For making another good point, for being interesting, and mostly for being human.”
This is chapter five of the seven-part series From Away, written by Island author M.K.R. Mossey (Twitter: @MKRMossey), exclusively in G! To find out what happens next, be sure to pick up this month’s issue of G! for the sixth installment of From Away.
Meaningful relationships are hard to find and when a captivating stranger waltzes into your life, it’s hardly something a person expects to last. Mari Chance was no exception to this rule when she met Erik Deror, a worldly man ‘from away‘. But after a chance meeting at a Charlottetown coffee shop turned into infatuation that […]
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