birthday beauty

finishing harry potter at 7am
early morning birthday wishes
a sleep in
delicious breakfast

good friends
cruiser bicycles
a picnic of cheese, chocolate, hummus, baby carrots, strawberries and strongbow

boquets of flowers
a lovely cafe
scrumptious friends
belly laughs
yummy curry
storytelling
chocolate cheesecake with a gluten free crust
a sparkler
and a song

deep gratitude.

Dear 20's

Dear Decade.

I won't be crying in the next few minutes, while I wish you goodbye and farewell. Some people may struggle with the number 30 but not I. Not a bit.

Sometimes you felt like a tornado. A grey cloud that I could not leave, peeking out of and seeing the blue skies, knowing the storm would be over at some point. There was a lot of grief, stagnancy, denial. Then there was a lot of release, growth, messy change as I prepared to leave all that behind. Preparing for what is now to come.

Other times it was like being born. Like falling in love for the first time, knee deep in a river. Letting the muse run through me and writing songs. Performing my songs on stage. Some delicious friendships were born in your time. Many of them will be carried on, hopefully for the rest of my time on this earth. I found a friend in myself and learned to enjoy her company again.

I feel like I am walking into the next phase in my life with eyes wide open, taking deep breaths. I'm not romanticizing this whole growing up thing. I'm just ready for it. ready to make better choices. ready to not stress so much about them. ready to be loved in the ways that i am worthy of. ready to laugh more at my mistakes.

its now 11:59.....
12:00
happy birthday to me
and to harmony!

the little things

still 2 more sleeps until the 20's are over for me. i'm overjoyed. they have not been remotely easy. i always knew life would get richer with me as the years past. i'm a late bloomer in some ways.

i feel like these days i have a macro lense on my eyes....smitten with catching the little things. snails, dew, raindrops, flower petals.

the 20's felt like they were consumed with the big picture. crisis, politics, who am i?, death/life, will i ever be truly loved? and now i feel like i have more trust in the universe, the goddess, even god. i don't think i've ever lived so much in the moment as i do now. i don't think i've ever been so in tune with my own needs. i'm finally listening to the little things my spirit whispers to me, that i ignored for much of the last decade.

i love how noticing the little things and small things that i can do to make the the big picture much richer.

turning 30

i had so many expectations placed on myself about where i would be when i turned 30.
successful, married, kids running at my feet

and i am not.

but i am
discovering how worthy i am
knee deep in living a creative life
cherised by beloved friends
connected to my inner child
humbled daily at how beautiful life is
deeply committed to self care

so, to hell with expectations.
i like reality much better.

the best spot in vancouver.

there is this old factory on the east side. broken glass, shingles falling, wood faded. its beautiful. it now houses artists studios and it is my favourite spot for a photoshoot in vancouvs. along side the factory is the train tracks. my friend j and i went today and got lost in the nails, grafitti, rails, rocks and the way the sky looks against the wood. we took pictures until it started to rain. it was lovely to get lots of material for the citygirl/countrygirl photoblog and to be both photographer and model. i love living this artful life.

life well lived

really and truly i feel most at home at a folk festival.

my friend who is 8 says it 'means more to her than her birthday' and i very much agree.



during the weekend i developed an addiction. to my friends fancy camera. really, i think i alone took over 400 pictures over 3 days. i was rarely without it attached to my face.

i do love my wee little camera, and will continue to take it everywhere i go. i feel like life behind a camera lense is life well lived. i love noticing little things that others would pass by. i love capturing moments. i love the way it makes me feel like i am in a creative space, while simply walking down the street.

in a lot of my favourite blogs, said bloggers talk about their cameras, so i was well introduced to the Digital Rebel. I'm knee deep in trying to figure out which one to buy (whenever that happens). My friends camera I've been using is the Rebel XT and I love it, feel like I know how to use it. But then there is the XTi. Oh what to do! Hopefully by the time I've set aside the funds to buy it I will be clearer on what I want to get.

Okay, so I think the best way to talk about the last chunk of time since I posted is with a folk-fest-happy-list


-allie russell's lucious voice
-bitch singing 'pussy manifesto' and 'girls like me'
-dancing barefoot
-my 8 year old friend learning to breakdance on stage
-my 20/30 something friends learning to breakdance on stage
-wandering performance art
-beloved friends from victoria and vancouvs
-the big screen on the mainstage (so you could actually see the performances!)

more to say about the last week, but i think it needs to come out in bits and pieces.

big girls

this video rocks. i just love it!

delicious music

you know how sometimes a certain meal, though you've had it before, tastes like the most divine thing to ever meet your tastebuds? thats the closest i can get to describing how music is feeling to me these last few days.

it feels like every note is filling me up. like i'm experiencing a live show while waiting for the bus. like every sentence is a window into the wisdom of the world. music is always with me, and i listen to it all the time, but right now its like the best meal i've ever eaten.

early morning asks for the weepies tender love songs
the afternoon begs for miss patty griffin. especially 'heavenly day' and 'trapeze'.
in the evening i feel the need to turn up the volume real loud and rock out to the cliks.

i wonder why it all tastes so good right now. is it that i'm uncovering/remembering/divining old songs back into my life, finding the forgotten lyrics and putting them to paper.

is it that life is just better with an ipod in hand? 1000 songs at your service.

is it that i'm ready once again to meet the place in me that i feel most at home, most spiritual, most connected. maybe.

re-discovering all these old songs, i'm blown away at how dark a lot of them are, how much they are about transformation, facing fear, death, struggle. Reading them makes me very much not surprised that i had to go through a breaking down to be able to rise out of it.

i'm so looking forward to what this lighter heart has to say!

how can it get any better than this?

my whole body is buzzing with excitement.
i think i'm in love. with the potential of life.

i knew someday that all the struggle would be worth it. to feel so good again.
to feel alive in every cell of my body.

the music is filling me.
the sun is charging me up.

my cats fur has never felt softer.
their purring is making me purr....

recently a good friend of mine Eliza, who is oh so wise, spoke of how there comes a point when you realize that all the little things mean nothing. and at that point you meet the world with open arms and it welcomes you. sometimes this comes out of struggle or crisis. but those things sometimes let us see the world clearer. for what makes us truly happy and to celebrate connection and living in our joy.

i've just been taking baby steps to work towards being happy again, sensing at each stage what feels like the healthiest choice, even if it doesn't seem at the time that it will help in the big picture, but it does.

today i sat on a patio above east van, eating delicious breakfast and talking with new people. that isn't something i've done in a long time. i walked down commercial drive and fell in love again with the mountains. in portland all the people looked so beautiful and while on the drive i realized it wasn't just portland. just like my last trip, i'm amazed at how much the little learnings i have there are transferable to my life at home. with hilton head it was peacefulness, portland it was the beauty of life. i feel like i'm finally ready to meet life again with open arms.

as my mom would say:
"how can it get any better than this?"

oh, and how it does!

wide open to it all

sigh.
a bit more time for words this morning.

there are a few nuggets of loveliness in the form of books that i got my lil' hands on (shaking with excitement). The first is a new book by keri smith called Wreck this Journal. Its full of creative ideas in their most raw form...getting you to do it, make it, mess it up, rip it, spill it. Creativity in its messy glory.

Here it is mere minutes after making it mine (and the wrecking had already begun):



my other 'hands shaking with excitement' purchase was a book by nikki mcclure.



She makes these powerful and intricate paper cuts. Please take a look at her work. Its so amazing. Along with the book, I also got a couple cards and posters as well as a zine. So inspiring!

I'm nearing the end of my time in Portland. We have already discussed future plans for my return which include staying for a few nights on the coast.

Its been so intruiging, because the moment I got here I felt right at home in the city. I have not felt at home for even a moment in vancouver...that is except for the folk festival but that is more of an 'experiencing of home' than an actual physical place. I mean, I enjoy my home there, what the city has to offer, the beaches, the trees. But you know that right to the core feeling of being at home. On a cell level. I don't feel it there.

That said, what I do feel in vancouvs, is that I am meant to be there. I have no doubt about it. Had I been in a place for the last 2 years that already felt like 'all was good' I would not have been able to deal with all the underlying issues that came up from my psyche and asked me to change. Either that or I would not have been able to appreciate that 'home' feeling, because I was not at home in myself. So while vancouver still is the place I want to call home, it feels so beautiful to know what else is out there. I'm just aching to travel more. To keep this feeling of wide open right near the surface.

The countdown to folkfest is getting close. I'm so looking forward to my bare feet dancing by the stage. The last few folk fests have been a bit rough. Last year I was having a really hard time in the summer....so it was a feeling like 'its folkfest...why is this, my favourite thing, not even enough to make me feel happy again'. The year before was the year my friend Alex died. So folk fest was bittersweet. She used to come to folk fest, so it was a place I related to her, but not only that, it was that i just felt so alive...and was so sad she wasn't there too. I cried a lot that weekend.

So here it comes, and my spirit hasn't felt this joyous in a long time. I've been trying to just enjoy everyday of this life I have. Its gonna be grand!

portland photo diary

tired from all the loveliness. taking so many pictures. feeling like they can speak better than i can at the moment, so here is a glimpse of some of the beauty of it all:

sunsets


morning playfulness


taking pictures almost constantly


coffee and walks


sisters


blissfully looking out the window


my lovely hosts


getting outside the city


beautiful views

ferociously alive

i am smitten.
with portland.
with life.
with vacations.
with traveling.
with beauty and art and life.

i have been in portland less than 24 hours, and have been exploring alberta st. for the last few. i could so live here. it feels like home. the people here are so beautiful....and by that i mean they are authentically beautiful. i have butterflies over this city. oh dear.

last night sarah and i had great chats. we three (her, me and her boyfriend) ate outside and then sarah and i chatted for quite a while. its amazing how well we get along outside the context of our family. and our family as a whole is pretty rad, we all love each other big time. but this is the second time this year i've gone to visit sarah outside of the context of a family thing, and we get along just smashingly. i mean, who in this world knows me better, and vice versa?

its only been 2 months since my last trip and i feel like i flowed right back into vacation mode very quickly. i've been working so much lately though and didn't realize how much i needed a vacay...feels so good! i've concluded that i need to take a trip every 2-3 months, even if only to van isle....keep me feeling refreshed and keep my spirit ferociously alive.

it finally feels like summer. outside as well as in my heart.

welcome newness

i am a bad procrastonator. a very bad one.

especially with phone calls or anything involved with talking to a stranger. also renewing things. very bad at that.

but in the last half hour all of a sudden it felt like the wall that i put up, you know the one that has 'self-sabatoge' grafittied on it, just disappeared and i have been able to reach out, to send apologies, to finish small tasks i've been avoiding. and i mean, these are wee emails i've put off for months! why? i have no clue. but i'm thankful for the change in energy.

i wonder why i do that self-sabatoge thing. i do it in big ways too. ways i don't want to write down. doing those things creates an environment of stress and a feeling of failure. in my counselling class years back, we spoke about how if you grew up in an environment of stress often we will be drawn to similar energies, because it is safe. i have no doubt looking at the stress of my teenage life (particularly my relationship with my sister...which was pure stress) that i create obstacles for myself, create failures, because it is safe to be there. my soul work a la 2007 is to step out of patterns and to establish new ones, so i'm hoping this is the beginning of something good.

interestingly enough, i'm going to visit my sister tomorrow. we are both making big efforts to help change our dynamics. this sudden flow past old energies into a clearer present has me hopeful and reminded to experience my connection with my sister as it is in the present, cause maybe the past doesn't have quite as big a hold on me anymore!

hmm....i hope so.

counting the sleeps

counting sleeps is a relative concept right now because most nights i'm actually staying up, while working with the loveliest babies and moms. but none the less, i need to countdown some sleeps!

23 sleeps
until i turn 30

12 sleeps
until folk fest (my favourite 3 days of the entire year)

10 sleeps
until sanfran meets van (a visitor from s.f.)

7 sleeps
until the next femmely dinner (a monthly dinner party with femme friends)

1 sleep
until i go to portland to see my sister

confessions of a music snob

I am a music snob. Its not really a secret. I love music more than i love food (and i love food)! That said, I can be a bit righteous about what I like to listen to. More than one ex-partner has commented that they didn't really listen to their own music during our entire relationship (thats not to say they didn't enjoy listening to mine)!

I also don't like to be told what to listen to. I consider the radio as doing just that (except for the cbc of course). So I often don't give pop musicians a chance until they aren't really popular anymore (or unless i hear about them before they get big!). So I'm rather taken aback by the latest album to find its way onto my pretty pink ipod.

Mandy Moore. Yes, Mandy Moore. What is your first impression when you here that name. Teen-pop-queen-cheesy-movie-regular. Am i correct? I think folks, that we may have gotten it wrong.

She came out with an album last week and I had heard about it because one of my favourite bands, The Weepies, have been working on it with her. Hmm....puzzling. How would that sound? Then I find out Lori McKenna, another musician I like, is also co-writing with Ms. Moore. I knew I'd have to at least check it out.

Its beautiful. I admit it. I, music snob extrordonaire, like Mandy Moore's music. You can hear the influence of the weepies and lori mckenna, but it doesn't sound like her singing their songs. She's sure got a voice of her own (and i don't mean just the singing). Seems like she's stepping away from what is expected of her and doing what she wants and what reflects who she is.

Isn't that what we all want? (well, us independant thinkers that is) I know that is my constant challenge, to let go of what society expects of me and just keep on working on being my authentic self. And now i have a lovely addition to the soundtrack of a life well lived.

the journey

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save.

~ Mary Oliver

a month and a day

my birthday is a month away (and 1 day). I'm turning 30. I am so ready to say 'goodbye, thank god we're done' to the 20's. i've been pondering ever since i turned 29 about what to do for the next bday. my actual bday is on a tuesday, and i've been thinking i'd like to spend it alone (or perhaps a mutual-bday-celebration-lunch with my birthday buddy).

last year i had a bbq, which went well. but i'm a bad hostess, because i'm a good one. i need to make sure everyone has the their vegan/meat/glutenfree/alcoholic/non-alcoholic/kids/peanut-free self taken care of. and then i don't end up eating and drink too much. and i was right in the middle of my super-funk time, so i found myself taking secret crying moments in the bathroom despite the loveliness that was outside. another challenge with a gathering of friends is i have very diverse friends who don't know each other and though lots do, there are a few who do don't get along that well. it went ok on that front, and i'm even more willing this year to let go of responsibililty of that...if they can't handle it don't come!

so, i've been getting visions of a celebration. really its felt like little nuggets of beauty my spirit has been shooting me. i'll be sitting on the bus and then all of a sudden think 'tiered platter with cupcakes' or 'picnic blankets with art supplies' and so it is developing....i'm pondering a sunday afternoon art picnic



with lots of lemonade, painting, cupcake decorating and a whole lot of pink!



i'm thinking sunshine (hoping) and nourishment. i'm thinking photo taking, collaging, painting and journal writing.



i'll have a bbq perhaps for those who are too macho for crafts. and a kid craft blanket for wee-ones. i'm thinking dress-up (whatever dress up means to you).



i'm thinking a tea party and i'm especially thinking that in lieu of gifts i'd like people to pick me (or buy if they really want to) flowers so i'll be left with wee bouquets of wildflowers around the house



and i'm thinking of asking a few people to help me host so i don't get all flustery!

all this already...lordy. and a month more to increase the extravagance potential!

Thank you Lavender

Today one of my favourite 3 year olds called me her 'best friend'. It is mutual.

I had such a beautiful, present day hanging out with my lil' buddies. They are amazing and kind and we learn so much together. They had been pulling dead leaves off of a tree and said 'sorry' to the tree. I offered up that perhaps we might want to say 'thank you' because the plant is giving us something. As we continued on our walk we came across a big patch of lavender and picked bouquets saying 'thank you lavender, thank you lavender' as we picked. These are the moments i love so much.

I'm feeling a return to myself.

And life on the interweb lately is so so lovely.

Andrea's post sharing this amazingly beautiful and grounding poem.

Mon amie Harmony inviting me to join her in an online creative adventure

My new print came in the mail the other day from Mati. Its called Beauty in the Breakdown and is so gorgeous!



I'm feeling really grateful for all of the lovely blogging ladies that brighten my day. Grateful for the inquisitive best friends that always bring me back to living in the moment. For my daily learning about how i can become a more whole and healthy self. I'm feeling really blessed at how the creative force is entering my life full force. I am especially grateful for all the good opportunities that are coming my way these days. The rough patches only remind me how important all these things are.

more thoughts on self-care

When talking about self-care, my friend Z says that its a 'moment by moment' process. I love this both that it makes me be concious of how much i need to be on top of making sure I am active in self-care, but also that there is always oppourtunity to make changes. Yesterday exhausted (emotionally and physically) me was just curled up on the couch, and then the moment changed and i got up, got dressed, got on my bike and started fresh. Here's where i ended up:







My thoughts have been really fixated lately, and i've been feeling a lot like i did a couple years ago, not knowing how to get out of my mood. But i know in every situation there is a level of personal responsibility that i have to look at. Sometimes i sure don't want to, or i can't see it, but its so there. So finally I had some clarity on what has been frustrating me. I can't hold on to what someone said or did. That doesn't serve me. I can meet possiblities of the future, but i just can't hold onto the past. It only gets me stuck. So I'm going to try to remember all the wonderful calmness i found in s.carolina and connect to it. To remember that it only takes a moment to get off track, but just one more to get back.

Don't Be Afraid

What a rollercoaster. Today went like this:

Exhaustion, Cry, Work, Sleep, Cry, Cry on the Bus, Work, Overjoyed, Cry, Cry, Calmness.

There is so much from my day that i wish i could just let flood out of my fingertips right now but i can't. Some out of respect for myself, some because its too personal, some because its so exciting and i just can't tell you (sorry...i'm working on keeping secrets).

Some of the crying sessions, particularly the 2 at the end of the day, were in response to courage and emmense pride. I came across this youtube post and it just blows me away. Paul is so earnest and so incredibly beautifuly talented. It is not hard to connect to his humble hopeful dreams and when he opens his mouth to sing its like this force of beauty emerging.

the next cry wasn't too long after. a dear sweet friend of mine is a budding rock star. right now he is playing the 'True Colors' Tour with Cyndi Lauper, Debby Harry, Margaret Cho, Rosie O'Donnell and many more. I checked out this clip of the finale of one of their shows and watching this clip especially at the very end when Cyndi shouts out DON'T BE AFRAID and they all raise their fists. Thats it...i start weeping. Every time. I am so incredibly proud of him. Lucas is the first transgendered frontman signed to a major label. I've been enjoying reading up on how the tour is going, especially this post on their myspace blog. Check out the post called 'on being transgendered'. He is an amazing musician, a humble role model and he and his lovely ladyfriend h are two of my favourite people who walk this earth. I feel so blessed to be witnessing his success. It is oh so deserved and I can't think of anyone better to spread trans awareness, simply by not being afraid to be who he is. (He's second from the end on the left by the way, being hugged by Margaret Cho).

You know how sometimes you sit down to write something and don't quite know what it is about until it all comes together? This has been one of those moments. I have spent a lot of the last few days trying not to face fear but invariably living in it: fear of being hurt, fear of living with an open heart, fear of being exposed as my messy messy self. But here it is. I'm getting ready to crawl into bed with two lovely cats. Getting ready to wake up to a better day.

Mantra for Today

I am deserving and worthy of some seriously delicious loving (from myself and others). I won't be blindsighted anymore by lost souls, half-present lovers and those needing a mother-figure. I am lovely and kind and someday, yes someday, all will happen as it should. Until that day and beyond that day, I've gotta love myself fiercely. So yes, dear self, you are deserving and worthy of seriously delicious loving. Keep your heart open for it. And don't be afraid to shut other doors. Close up histories. Change more patterns. It'll all be worth it in the end.

out of focus

Some days it feels as though everything is out of alignment. Like some details are excessively clear and others are out of focus. The last few days have been that way. I'm grateful to wake today feeling more like myself again.