This blog's for ME

Almost 25 years old, asking my parents if I can sleep in their bed with them. I had thought I was going to be the 25th Prime Minister of Canada. Things had changed. 10 years later, I was still a scared little boy. The time had come to slap myself awake. One Saturday morning, November 19th, 2009, I declared to the world I would be riding my 10 year-old motorcycle from Vancouver, BC Canada to Rio de Janeiro, Brasil, and back.

The official departure was August 28th, 2010. A group of well-wishers saw me off at 8:03 am.

I arrived in Rio de Janeiro around 6 pm March 1st, 2011.

My return to Vancouver came on July 5th, 2011 about 2:00 pm.

Drug & alcohol abuse, ADD, social anxiety, health, chronic pain, night terrors.

So many concerns. But I am far more interested in this question: Do I have the capacity to make this trip despite all my shortcomings?

My mission: To inspire myself to face my fears, enlighten myself on how all living things can peacefully co-exist, enjoy every moment, and see the world as plentiful and generous.

Go ahead. Call me crazy. Call me anything you like.

I'm out to save my world.


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Was at the salad bar yesterday and thought I recognized a woman that I had purchased an art print from several years prior. "No, it couldn't be", I said to myself. Didn't think about it until just before noon today, when I checked the messages of phone #1 from phone #2, lo and behold her husband, of which I hadn't seen in over a year as well, left me a message to check out his exhibit at the library. When Bon and I went back to the same restaurant today, she was there, and this time, I looked her in the eyes and called her by her name. She answered, and we chatted. It was nice. I promised her I would visit her store after 4, and when I showed up I grilled her. "Did you tell him you saw me yesterday?" "No, no, I never said anything", she retorted. "He's psychic. Really, he's psychic. He must have known you were leaving. He's really a creepy guy. He's creepy that way".

Coincidence? Did she just see me out of the corner of her eye the day before, tell her husband, and voila! a convergence of souls? Perhaps it is simply an example of the amazing power of our intuition that creates things our limited vocabulary could only call miracles.

Whatever it was, it sure was neat. I felt special.

1 comment:

  1. Socialist/Activist/Anti-Warist/Democrazist/Liberal/Left/Anti-Imperial/Anti-Consumerism/Human Rightist/Feminist Politics/Humanist/Environmentist/Daydreamer/Starving Artist?
    Perhaps, maybe, but, Lier, NO


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