New Woman

 

I feel like a bit of a new woman.

I am not sure why, nor why these rhythms strike me but... I am so happy!

And awake.

I feel as though I was living in a dreamland

trapped in my own illusions

Incredibly impractical and self-defeating

I was strangely hard on myself and lethargic

and felt somewhat heartless and exhaustively unaccomplished

and I knowingly forgot my virtues

and those steps to to solve my self-made problems

and now I feel I can afford the privilege of taking care of myself.

Strange, eh?

Whether this is a big cycle or a lil' cycle I am happy it exists

I just watched She-ra and Heman's Christmas special and am just starting Alf's Christmas special.

Allllright.

Potters

Cheer up mi'love

Cheer up love

Don't put on your jacket

I don't mind where you're going

But I would love to be part of where your from

If we are both the potters and the clay

we are the potters and the clay

and I love the muck with which your made

So don't let your fears

lead you to stray

sometimes it takes more courage,

To see what you have made

Don't just heed what I may say

But don't don't

forget to seize your day

And Cheer up love

Live it up Love

Don't fashion your own regrets

You may find the seeds your sewing

might need some tending yet

If we are both the potters and the clay

we are the potters and the clay

and I love the muck with which your made

If we are both the potters and the clay

we are the potters and the clay

Why don't we just take shape

I don't mind where you're going

but I would love to be part of where you're from.

What is this blog for?

You know, I had forgotten what this blog was for.

Why I thought Interconnectivist was important

 It has become a tool o' chronicling my strange travels

an electronic journal, if you will... 

but I want to talk about zee connections.

and explain what it is I see!

And I started thinking about Action Potential

                

and my lovely friend Sophia's Blog

I think it

is 

time 

to get productive.

Montreal

How does one describe my travels in Montreal?

We had the luck of having a ride from Enfield right to Montreal, with sweet and delightful Tim the Trucker, and had another offer with a trucker named Manjit who had a tiger claw pendant, much like Brent and my Polar Bear claws. Now there are two lovely truckers I can call in case Halifax-Montreal travels arise.

Really!

We listened to Neil Young almost the whole way, I was introduced to sweet Johnny Horton, who is certainly the best Trucking soundtrack of all time. We also rocked out to Steppenwolf and The Who, got smoked out with Players, drank novelty-cup amounts of coffee and slept with the engine running... I have never smelled so bad in my life but I was incredibly happy and blessed to run amok with such beautiful creatures.

I also got to play in the back of a truck. Yes!

 Tim Time!

 Brent and I were dropped in East Montreal, where we were basically from Industrial Avenue bee lined it to The Metro, then to Atwater Market, then we went our separate ways: I rocked Sam & Sophie's house, Matt Brown and Erica Johnson, Dayna Currie, Johnny Eaton, Athena Holmes, my beautiful cousin Christine Wight... so many more.
Brent and I even fought a lil', which I never do
So it was immensely interesting.
Oh, Montreal!

So many new loves!
So many old!

Then I played my first full-fledged house show! So much love, and so many people I wanted to hug kept coming into the room which my cousin and her newfie roomies had so lovingly lent.

Athena made this lil' video of me. Thanks Athena.

Then I played a show at La Passage on Sunday... with these awesome ladies and gent!

walter and irene

Athena Holmes

Galen Hartley

 

 Ate poutine, care of Olivier.

And team awesome Francophone.

Got boots.

Got Breakfast.

Got friends

Got thumbs

Got Quebecois finest Boreal Blanche.

Got Sleep.

Got a ride from Matt Brown

hitched 'er back on a sort of spiritual journey o' serendipity and metaphysical conversations
which remedies all fights
and cleared my mind

and.

am happily home

renewed

revived.

and

knowing better what I want in life

Who knew?

I shall visit you again, sweet Montreal.