phreaky phall PHOTO album

the story of 4687 jeanne mance

un onion ne peux pas devenir une banane


petites anges
believing is seeing

anchors away (or, these roots were made for travellin')

tranquillement je me déracine.

i'm pulling my roots and steppin' out ~ transionning from being at the centre of the action, of a network of friends and ideas, a place and neighbourhood, and a web of community to having one foot in and one foot precariously perched in the unknown. my anchors are lifting; the security of my job, my apartment, the cozy hub of friendships and family, the familiarity of montreal, of canada. and now the shift from being in a romantic relationship to being the sole proprietor of the Freedom 35 plan. these roots were made for travellin'! it is the soil around my roots that is too heavy to bring with me. i leave the soil, so carefully nurtured, so others can plant their seeds.

my anchors are lifting, and the only thing to do is sail. on my own terms, at my own pace. so i plan my trip to india. creating the contours of a new phase of my life.

finding my pace of grace.

social entrepreneurs anonymous

GROUP OF TEN
Innovative, gutsy, visionary, luminescent.
Bealighters 2005 @ McMichael Canadian Art Collection

poster on queen street west

be patient
be emotional
risk everything

first step ~ toronto

walking walking walking ~ this a walking city and i'm enjoying the cityscape and glittering hum of activity as i walk through neighbourhoods of tree-lined streets mixed seamlessly with the commercial ones... many conversations with friends and family, exploring raw food restos (LIVE organic food bar ~ you must go! 264 Dupont St. @ Spadina, 416-515-2002) and generally enjoying a pace of life centred around connecting with the people i love and with no other agenda than to do just that!

went to the commemoration of ken saro-wiwa on thursday nov 10th and was blown away by the passion and talent of performers (d'bi young, sara slean...), and the courage of his family. 4 grade 8 students read their thoughts on how people shouldn't be mean to people, it's not fair, and that everyone should know the plight and purpose of ken saro-wiwa. rohinston mistry read from ken's fictional writing about a man who "went mad"; he began singing and dancing for no apparent reason. through a series of interventions to "cure" this malaise, his family kills his spirit and then kills him. crushing. poignant. and unsettling, that kind of joy and abandon is punishable, not celebrated. seen as a disease, not a natural state....

well, this freedom 35 for me is also about tapping that untamed joy and creating the conditions within me and around me for it to be unleashed... unabashed, constantly, without apology... i've been sharing my enthusiam and energy with a focus on my work with santropol roulant for the last 5 years and feel and see the impact that has had on the world around me... but what of the world within me? let us see....

a taste of freedom

so the taste of freedom began with none other than a PARTY... raw food, the santropol roulant kitchen humming with conversation, the love of friends & neighbours.... this is me and todd in the kitchen preparing delicious living food appetizers and unbelievable chocolate mousse pies made with whipped avocados, dates, cacao and carob