Wednesday, 13 September 2017
















WHEREVER YOU GO, TAKE THE BREATH THERE WITH YOU








NOT LIKE IT'LL BE ANY EASIER IF YOU START IN PARADISE






THERE IS UNMAPPED TERRITORY WITHIN ALL OF US






HAVE COURAGE & BE KIND



























































































Friday, 8 September 2017

















BE IRREVERENT ABOUT YOUR SPIRITUAL VALUES.

INCREASE YOUR CONNECTION TO THE DIVINE IN UNEXPECTED WAYS.









































I know people kinda see you as a mystery, but I get you. You're awesome, and you make sense to me. ❤️
I'm here for you always like you were for me today and have been in the past.

And I also love your bikini shop idea hehe 🙂






























































































































































Monday, 28 August 2017











IT'S ABOUT BELIEVING THAT THE UNIVERSE DOESN'T LIKE OTHER PEOPLE MORE THAN IT LIKES YOU.















































Wednesday, 2 August 2017





















I've let the email chain go silent. 

Last night's waxing gibbous moon has me exited about august's sturgeon moon. Make sure you go out and see it when it happens.




































































Tuesday, 1 August 2017


























"I have a life to garden; a multiuniverse to awake from sleep." -Billie Bille



















































Thursday, 27 July 2017














"Three o'clock & suddenly awake amid the smell of dreams & the years come back and peopled and blown away again like smoke. A young woman am I, twenty nine, but I am as full of dreams as an ancient. At night the years come back & perch around my bed like ghosts.

But, as good as it is, my old place is used up (places get used up by rotatory and repetitive use) and when I awake, I wake in the grip of everydayness. Everydayness is the enemy. No search is possible. Perhaps there was a time when everydayness was not too strong and one could break its grip by brute strength. Now nothing breaks it - but disaster. Only once in my life was the grip of everydayness broken: when I lay bleeding in a ditch.

In a sudden rage and, as if I had been seized by a fit, I roll over & fall in a heap on the floor & lie shivering on the boards, worse off than the miserablest muskrat in the swamp. Nevertheless, I vow: I'm a son of a bitch if I'll be defeated by the everydayness.

(The everydayness is everywhere now, having begun in the cities & seeking out the remotest nooks and corners of the countryside, even the swamps.)"



-The Moviegoer,  Walker Percy
-Photo Credit:  Billie Billie

























Saturday, 22 July 2017

























Now I just feel like I'm talking to myself... which is alright I guess, nothing I haven't done before...

Seriously though, don't leave me out to dry here. You don't have to write a dissertation or anything justsomething















































































































































I know I took six days to respond, but that's only because I was in the middle of the bush. 

Remember, you did tell me to pester you about this. I get on the train today and I'm back in Mississauga tomorrow night. I'll give you until then.



























































































Wednesday, 19 July 2017





















Despair as the lack of desire to have any kind of experience. 

























Sunday, 16 July 2017


















It's coming up on 6 in the morning, the air is still foggy, and last night's full moon has yet to set over the small tent city that's popped up in Middle Musquodoboit. I'm riding a borrowed mountain bike to deliver updated programs to the subcamps, so that they can deliver them to the youth. That part's not really important though, the point is that I'm flying over dirt roads under the light of the full setting moon. Interestingly enough, that happened the day you sent the email.

A chapter a week would be nice, but we need to be dedicated. Prove to me that it's possible by sending me your long awaited thoughts on the first chapter. 
























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