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VivoEvolution

60 F Toronto, Ontario, CA

My Details

Last Online
Online now!
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
5′ 8″ (1.73m)
Body Type
Fit
Diet
Mostly vegetarian
Smokes
No
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Never
Religion
Christianity
Sign
Aries, and it’s fun to think about
Education
Job
Other
Income
Rather not say
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Pets
Speaks
English, Spanish

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My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
Who we are will come across in our words. Our fine yet penetrating choice of speak says much about who we be -- our desires, our cravings in life.

Me, you ask? I am who I am. I'm online to meet someone who has that rare combination of character, artistry, humility and a zest for life. I think of online dating as not dissimilar from any other way to meet a person -- whether it be in the grocery checkout, the coffee shop, or while following a similar pursuit of interest. It's just the modern way.

That being said, if you're here, in this tiny box, trolling for some form of "encounter", I'm not yur girl. I have values and morals and ethics.

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A self-summary...what is that? Can you really hope to say briefly all that a person is? I'll try.

I'm a natural woman. I am who I am. There's no pretense. I'm a lover of life and all things simple and natural. I dig this planet, nature, music, staying healthy and fit, making soup. I embrace kismet, think that all things are meant to be, that we live in a very ordered universe so it just makes sense. I enjoy following my intuition, learning and creating...
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Such a good question. How to answer?

I'm a freelance transcriptionist by profession, it's how I pay the rent. But I'm so much more...ask me, I'll tell you...
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
listening...designing fresh cut flowers...singing...creating something out of nothing...making soups...encouraging and motivating folks to be all they can be...
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
my eyes and my zest for life...
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
This is my favourite favourite poem. It's written by Patrick Lane (a Canadian)

I feel I am the heroine in this lovely work of art

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Medicine Beach
by Patrick Lane

We search the hours for solitude,
the quiet of herons in their sleep,
a fisher on the wing who falls into the waves in search of silver
or a woman making her way through mist in early morning,
delicate as water.

We search for this, a small stone in the tide,
a broken shell, a crab so still we think it prays,
its claws raised to our hands as if what we wait for is return.

What do we do with our hours?
We reach for what comes to us in quiet.
There is in us a need for silence.
Look at the woman who is heron in her mind.
She has made of life a silence.
See how she holds all her life in her eyes.
She walks among stones.
Far from her in the tidal reach, birds rise into light.
Who goes to her but herself?
What she has held is hers and hers alone:
to watch the quiet of herons, a kingfisher falling from all the sky,
there is upon the quiet she gives only to herself,
a beach whose medicine is hers and hers

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So many...ask and I'll tell you...

I'm not like other people -- I don't follow the crowd...I'm a very independent original thinker...

So I find myself needing to post from my all-time favourite poet, Robert Frost:

Wind and Window Flower

LOVERS, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.

When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the cag'ed yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,

He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by,
To come again at dark.

He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.

But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.

Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.

But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say.
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
my family
the ocean
the sun
a garden
flowers
love
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
why humans are not better custodians of this planet

how beautiful this planet is...
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
determining if I need to work on the weekend....
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
wouldn't be private if I told you...I'm silent on private matters...
I’m looking for
  • Straight guys only
  • Ages 25–47
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For long-term dating
You should message me if
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you are an original thinker, are creative in some way, love music, and enjoy a good glass of wine and a wonderful conversation...