flat lands

back to the manitoba i call home.
decided to show up a bit earlier than expected and surprise a few special people.
so here we are.
and what now is what i'm asking myself.
probably just one step at a time.

change

after too many days spent crying, trying to piece together everything that had happened,
finishing last minute projects and hugging every tree that had become my friend,
i pulled myself out of the forest.
and now i'm in a caravan of gypsy's.
we're a beautiful crew.
we're headed to tennessee for more adventure...
the smoky mountains, and over 1000 acres of queers!

damn... lifes good

here i am... hostel in the forest.

life over the last (almost) two months has been (almost) entirely sweet. i get to fool around in the garden... swim in the crystal clear lake.... bike ride to the land of bright lights and stone cold faces.... eat eat eat, and love love love all the time. so who can really complain about that.

oh, and of course dance laugh and sing.

its been busy.

and lovely

and now, that songs have been created, stories been told, told again, and finally, untold.... the wind is blowing and who knows what will come next....

georgia - at last

yes, its true, i've made it back to the coast and woooowwiiii what a trip!

i've somehow stumbled into a garden that said 'yes! you can stay! as long as you watch me and sing to me every day!' so thats precicely what i'm doing and its feeling like a dream

you can check this place out at www.foresthostel.com

its keeping me well.

dumdumdiddydiddy

and the snow is no longer falling.

but my oh my what plans there are...!

kansas is in the stars, then the coast again (thank god)

and farms again, hopefully fruit farms

possibilities galore!

pictures

Here we are in Colorado Springs at the Worl Prayer Centre.... note all the american flags. Inside the building were flags of other countries... Canada was not present...

This is my birthday celebration.

delicious food and even more delicious reading.

Heres that chair i was telling you about.

Mary Oliver

Today i bought this fabulous book of poetry by Mary Oliver, and i just could not wait to share this one with you... here we go.


Pink Moon - The Pond
You think it will never happen again.
Then, one night in April,
the tribes wake trilling.
You walk down to the shore.
Your coming stills them,
but little by little the silence lifts
until song is everywhere
and your soul rises from your bones
and strides out over the water.
It is a crazy thing to do -
for no one cam live like that,
floating around in the darkness
over the gauzy water.
Left on the shore your bones
keep shouting come back!
But your soul wont listen;
in the distance it is sparkling
like hot wires. So,
like a good friend,
you decide to follow.
You step off the shore
and plummet to your knees -
you slog forward to your thighs
and sink to your cheekbones -
and now you are cought
by the cold chains of the water -
you are vanishing while around you
the frogs continue to sing, driving
their music upward through your own throat,
not even noticing
you are someone else.
And thats when it happens -
you see everything
through their eyes,
their joy, their necessity;
you wear their webbed fingers;
your throat swells.
And thats when you know
you will live whether you will or not,
one way or another,
because everything is everything else,
one long muscle.
Its no more mysterious than that.
So you relax, you dont fight it anymore,
the darkness coming down
called water,
called spring,
called the green leaf, called
a womans body
as it turns into mud and leaves,
as it betas in its cage of water,
as it turns like a lonely spindle
in the moonlight, as it says
yes.

enjoy... over and over...