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Creative Co-Construction
From July 25-27, 2008 I was at Hillside Festival in Guelph Ontario. Hillside is an impressively conscious indie-music festival. There are no wasted beer cups, water bottles, or food-stuffs. From compost bins to volunteers-who-wash-your-plates-and-cutlery to mandated-purchase-of-beer-steins to empty-milk-trucks-filled-with-free-water, it is a limited footprint situation. Weekend-long music and workshops (drumming, dancing, sex education, crafting), Tibetan monks,…
Read MoreIndia – Wrap Up Post
Here I am back in Canada. I arrived back on Monday (March 10) after 2 sleepless flights spanning about 18 hours in total. I think a combination of things prevented my sleep. Firstly, I had mixed feelings about leaving India. The struggle between simplicity and complexity of being there is really quite intriguing. Because of…
Read MoreCBC News In Depth
I had an interesting chat with a yoga teacher colleague of mine as the winter started to creep in upon us this year. Sarah was telling me how much her Litebook helped her manage the winter months. I checked out what she had written on her blog about it, but couldn’t help remembering that my…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #24 – Hospitals
Yo ho ho. Hospitals make me laugh. Not a joyful laugh, but a cynical “can-you-believe-the-gall” laugh. From the inside there’s lots to see. Layered with waste. Much talk with little action. Lots of ego and minimal consciousness about the incompetence. (If you at least know you’re incompetent, that’s a step in the right direction!). The…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #20 – Powerful
3am: 1 hr yoga4am: 1 hr outdoor circuit training5am: 1 hr power walk6 am: 2 hour run8 am: breakfast and panic10 am: 1 hour walk and fight with Paul11am: coffee and jitters12pm: 1 hour pilates (hiding in the basement)1pm: 2 hour bike ride 3pm: 2 hours gardening and crying5pm: 1 hour walk to dinner6pm: eat…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #18 – Collectors
I’ve had others try to force collections on me. Like Royal Doulton china dolls. I have two “Jennifers” and one bridal doll. I hate them. They are far too dainty, far too expensive, and far too impractical. These days I collect ideas. I think. And think. And don’t stop thinking. The ideas I’m collecting need…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #17 – Writing
Writing about writingis like singing about singing,thinking about thinking,talking about talking, or reading about reading.It’s a surgical dissection process.A meta-analysis. I would prefer to avoid thinking too much about it.The words need to come organically… without censorship.Submissive control results from microscopic examination.Surrender to what is, without rules and formulas, creates brain-hand valve opening and an…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #14 – Decisions
Is it because I made “good” decisions that I made it to where I am? I’m not so sure. In fact, I now believe the opposite is true. It was only in crisis that I learned how to make a decision I tuned in to my intuition Was forced to really FEEL I surrendered And…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #12 – Wicked
Brrrrrrrriiiiinggggggggggg Brrrrrrrriiiiinggggggggggg “Get the phooooone!” Dara shouted as loudly as her voice could handle. Part of me hated that bossy you-are-less-than-me voice. Another part wondered, how did she become so bold? And why had I responded by becoming so mousy and passive? Brrrrrrrriiiiinggggggggggg Running to the kitchen from the basement, I could feel my breath…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #11 – Hair (unconditional love)
Hair and unconditional love. How could they possibly be related? I offer you some examples. 1. One day, not so long ago, I was testing edgesI was going through a rebellious ‘in your face’ phaseWell, not a phase really.Describing it as a phase doesn’t honour the importance of that time.It was more like a plea…
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