Old Journal

I just found my old journal.



Here is a repost from 2006:

mood: snow brain!
music: buzz

My friends Anke, Francesca, Mark and I all made it snow!
We wished for snow the day before it happened, and closed out eyes and imagined -2 snow, slow falling in large clumps. Twas beautiful! It happened!
So Francesca, the beautiful Columbian, got to see snow for the first time two days before she left! and we made snowmen, hot chocolate, had random snowball fights with strangers and got wet and cold and happy.
I'm glad I was there for someone's first snow!! She was so glad. Go Canada!
On other bright notes, school is nearly over! Not to say I have passed in everything, but that class is done.
My apartment is FREEZING. I think frugal will get me blue toes!
Luckily, I love how cold winter is because I have a beauty to keep me warm... It makes the bed that much more magical when it is cold outside the covers. Its like a snuggly tropical/festive bedland. Which makes me talk like a little kid... I have snow brain I swear! I just want to snow fight and cuddle and bake!
Ah yes... How I love winter, and looking ridiculous in nine hats and giant boots.
I'm so glad she came this year! We missed you, Goddess of the snow!
Watch out... I will throw a snowball if I see you

Autumn is a promise

 
This is my Monday. Most Monday's
A week of pure fast-paced delight.


4 days is amazing. I helped make this for them. (don't tell anyone yet!)
I love my backyard tipi and those which dwell in it.



I won some Marketing goodness from Extreme! group after rocking an elevator pitch yesterday with so many other good ideas. yum
Nocturne is boggling to the mind. I wish it happened more, it makes me so happy! Dance party at the good food was clearly fantastic. Saw more people than art though... not surprising!
The colours the colours the colours. This (even National Geographic agrees) is the best looking place in fall.
I play two gigs today and moved a piano into my house that has been in the family for decades.
I think I am a little bewildered right now by the goodness and by where I am going right now... Can you tell by my writing style?
I haven't worked with kids in too long! I need to get more facilitation going.
Thank goodness I am going to Tatamagouche at 7am then, I suppose, to facilitate such a glorious thing.
Going to start working on the White Paper for the government on Social Enterprise in Nova Scotia on Monday. And seal the deal on beautiful Feild Trip times for Launch Point.

I haven't talked to my poppa in over a month, I miss him!
I haven't talked to my momma in a week and I miss her too!
Is Autumn always this busy?
Happy Harvest moon, y'all.

Couples

A friend said to me today
You must be pretty intimidating to boys because you are so full
and
It must take a particular skill set to be with you
hmmm...
I wonder if anyone is up for the challenge?
Or if it is even true?
Or if I even want to be paired?
Or if I can avoid being afraid to love or to be attatched to someone. My most pronounced cowardice.
When I care about someone my guts tell me similutaneously to run away and to stay forever
And also... I rarely rarely care about someone's like that. So it is uncomfortable.
Though, I seek discomfort, because it indicates I'm learning.
What are my guts saying?
What am I learning?






 
Perhaps I will just follow my guts:

Dear Nova Scotia

Hey there Nova Scotia,


I've been checking out your web presence. Have you checked it out?
Hmm...lets do a tour:
YOUTUBE

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HALIFAX
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What do you want from me, web creature?




Slow

Liz Coleman

Call to reinvent Liberal Arts- Liz Coleman

I think I'm a hippie

So, I found myself at a lovely heart circle healing in a tipi this week... kind of a normal tale for me. I mean, I usually have a tipi in my backyard.

 I also run a big ol' open mic in my house. Full o' funny smells, music, beautiful people, group hugs, tea and hookah

Then, I had a lovely Birthday and fire spinners showed up around our firepit (our tipi had been borrowed for a street party... though my favorite fiddler and his lady love are about to move into it/our backyard for the month) while people cuddled in a new fangled hammock, a drum circle ensued, I think there was even some hula hooping.

I think often think of  myself as less hokey and more business than hippie. More science and business than I think of as hippie. But then I think maybe when I look at how others would look at my life, though... obviously epically hippie.

One of my dad's best friends, Larry, said to me once "Ha! No matter how hard Ian tried one of you still came out all hippie!" and my lovely cousin Cec recently labelled me as one of great power of flower.

I'm going to go dance barefoot and play for First Voices now.

(after writing e-mails to the mayor, Greater Halifax Partnership and working in an office all day)

Yup. Can't avoid it. Kind of love it.