Monday, September 24, 2007

up and running...

ok... so its only a month away till i get on another plane... and this time head to Tibet and India for 2 months.

and yes... i will be more pro active with writing than i have been of late...

im really excited about my little adventure. and alittle nervous as well... there are alot to think about when you go to tibet... especially the altitude.
but well see what happens when we get there.

also... on the home front im starting up another little company with my friend Tom so watch this space for more info on that...

well till then...

love and pixie dust.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

weeeeeeee!

some days you just gotta spread your wings and fly!

Friday, August 03, 2007

on a roll...

ah... life. its a funny thing. always changing, never boring, and even kinda humorous if you dont take it too seriously.... it will all come out in the wash. just sometimes you need to add bleach.

another of my fav poets right now... the german Rilke, enjoy.


As Once The Winged Energy - Rainer Maria Rilke
As once the winged energy of delight
carried you over childhood's dark abysses,
now beyond your own life build the great
arch of unimagined bridges.

Wonders happen if we can succeed
in passing through the harshest danger;
but only in a bright and purely granted
achievement can we realize the wonder.

To work with Things in the indescribable
relationship is not too hard for us;
the pattern grows more intricate and subtle,
and being swept along is not enough.

Take your practiced powers and stretch them out
until they span the chasm between two
contradictions... For the god wants
to know himself in you.

Friday, July 27, 2007

any other way

read it twice and breathe it in, anything less is but a sin...

XVII - Neruda

I dont love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
i love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

i love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

i love you without knowing how, or when, or from
where,
i love you simply, without problems or pride:
i love you in this way becuase i dont know any other
way of loving

but this, in which there is no i or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when i fall asleep it is your eyes that close.



love and pixie dust.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

amma-zing

well hello. just a note before i drift off to sleep to give you a very brief update on my time in toronto.
have spent the last 3 days at the retreat with Amma. and omg... basically its unsayable. if you have never experianced her then there are no words that i can say to express the experiance of having darshan (blessings in the form of amma hugs.) every day. and if you have been to a retreat with her you will not need me to explain it for you. amma-zing!

having this experiance with Anandashakti (my teacher) has been the icing on the cake. so rare for me to get time one-on-one with her, and in such a candid way.

it has to be said though... that sometimes the energy of being around amma is so intense, that i find myself looking forward to retreating back to vancouver to my bed, and familiar surroundings and friends.

tomorrow is devi bhava. really looking forward to it. its going to be wild.

in short... yum. so blessed. so blown wide open. so tired. so grateful.

nite nite

love and pixie dust.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

tarono

yip. im back here ... again. toronto... for those who arnt in line with the "lingo".

the city is the same as it was when i lived here. and nothing really to right home about - just makes me appreciate vancouver all the more. i have enjoyed however seeing more than just asian and pakehas on the subway though... thats the thing i love about toronto... its multi culturalism. its great... and some of the best restaurants showcasing some of the best food from around the world. the other thing i love about here is the wonderful network of friends that just rock my world! oh its good to see them again...

yesterday (my first day here) i had lunch with my lawyer and then tea with my accountant. fun vacation eh? yip! thats me. then had a lovely dinner with my ex. no other way to put that one... it was lovely though...

today has been hot and adey (my best friend here... my inspiration... and my rolo partner in crime - rolo icecreams that is...) and i have been playing with asana for a couple of hours. working shit that we have no business doing. hehehehehe

then tonight i am goign to dinner with the illusive and ever wonderful amos beechwill. also known as MB.

really really really (have i said really?) looking forard to the Amma retreat on friday for the weekend.... ah... ma.... yum yum yum.

will write again soon....

love and pixie dust.

ps. got my hair cut today... :o)

Monday, July 09, 2007

smell me

a while ago i started to theme my classes... what does love taste like? look like? feel like? sound like, and smell like... my answers to those questions are somewhat private...
but recently i came across a poem that made my toes curl. i like it when my toes curl. so i thought i would share it with you..

THE CINNAMON PEELER by Michael Ondaatje
If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.

Your breasts and shoulders would reek
you could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you.

The blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.

Here on the upper thigh
at this smooth pasture
neighbor to your hair
or the crease
that cuts your back. This ankle.
You will be known among strangers
as the cinnamon peeler's wife.

I could hardly glance at you
before marriage
never touch you--
your keen nosed mother,
your rough brothers.
I buried my hands
in saffron, disguised themover smoking tar,
helped the honey gatherers...

When we swam once
I touched you in water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
You climbed the bank and said
this is how you touch other women
the grasscutter's wife, the lime burner's daughter.
And you searched your arms
for the missing perfume.
and knew
what good is it
to be the lime burner's daughter
left with no trace
as if not spoken to in an act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.

You touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
I am the cinnamon peeler's wife. Smell me.