A fish on rollerblades in the grass, interviewing a hippie at a #NoEnbridge, anti tar sands rally.
Because it's Vancouver.
And a hockey stick.
Because it's Canada.
And potentially some climate change collateral damage in the background.
Because Stephen Harper.
...but I'm not the only one...
...making daisy chains in the springshine.
Thank goodness.
The web.
In x and y axis.
Final stretch.
> one week --> launch.
Mixed feelings -->
1) Cute overload.
2) But...it's a bunny on a leash
Se llama, Tabasco.
El Rey de Gastown.
Squamish.
From unexpected sharp, hot heat hitchhikers to scalding waterfall healing to tigress throat growls and claws on skin to kundalini cobra hood flare hisses to deep diamond glacial waters of astonishing crystalline clarity, inundating voices of lifetimes long water kin, ecstatic belonging, embracing painful, piercing cold, genetic re-coding, structural re-arrangement to merging with new ancient embodiment of whole self. Get up.
Vajrayana Visions.
Spill yourself onto the Earth.
String Graffiti. Brilliant.
You saw it here first.
Because a soul shouldn't have to walk through the bardo on an empty stomach.
Birthday Love ❤
Definitely hopped the right cab.
Sharahm and Hafez Nazeri at The Orpheum.
Undeniably moving.
In the deep of deep places.
...bring May Showers evidently.
(Note to self: You live in a rainforest. A cold, cold (albeit stunning) rainforest.)
Meeting at the offices of The Corporation Film, consulting re: their 10-year anniversary.
Though a decade has passed, the corporate stranglehold has only gotten worse.
Bailout happened.
Arab Spring happened.
Occupy happened.
They have some exciting things in store.
In honor of this little piece of Earth in the middle of the biggest ocean.
Deep gratitude for your unconditionality.
...they rested.
