Lilac Festival

We followed a river of people flowing amidst hundreds of vendors and street preformers for hours and even when we turned around to head back there was no end of it in sight. A native ring dancer twirls on the grass to a classical violin, a grinning magician extracts 4 oranges and a melon out of a top hat, gasps from the crowd pressing in upon him. Dan the One Man Band plays YMCA at the request of a 7 year old on his guitar... and drum... and harmonica... and tambourine? A generously filled bucket of popcorn we use to stuff our faces while we watch a goat man play unsettling music as his 7 foot tree lady dances to the happy sound of change clinking into a donation pot.

























People are strange and interesting. I want to understand them all.

Seasons in the Sun

Don't you miss those lethargic summer afternoons spent lazing about, where we had nowhere to be and nothing to do except take note of the seasonal beauty and enjoy each others half hearted company?

It's on days like today I fondly recall such moments and subsequently damn the point in time when the real world intruded upon my life.

For now, alas, there is always something crying to be done.

Drumheller

Drumheller. A small, obscure town smack dab in the middle of the bad lands featuring a giant plastic dinosaur on every street corner. The museum was an amazing place. I wonder if one day 2 million years after I'm dead, my bones will be put on display for whatever the dominating species is then to pay ten dollars to walk by and try to imagine what I'd looked like with skin. I can only hope.


Miles of half decayed mountainous hills composed of layers and layers of sedimentary rock, hiding things from a billion years ago and further. It's like stepping straight into a historical world that existed long before the concept of time did. The whole place is a giant time capsule that thrives off what the rest of the world has forgotten.

Hello

Spring is when you step outside and realize it's the first time in months you hadn't thought of bringing a jacket. Winter was long. Everything's starting to wake up now.

This whole thing seems to be more of a journey than a destination. Every species and every culture and every person, whether it's politically, economically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually, we're just trying to create a sense of harmonious equilibrium around us and within us.

It's been like that since the dawn of time but somehow we don't really seem to be getting any closer to the mark. We are nowhere near an eqoipoise regarding the world's political situation, animals are still evolving in a mad rush to eat and not be eaten. This outflow of information and ideas and opinions is creating a chaos within our global society that the world has never before seen. And yet there are inquiries that the ancient greeks put forth that we are still no closer to explaining. Annoying complications and contradictions that just keep boomeranging back to the dark part inside our skulls, whispering things like Free Will, Consciousness, Morality, Purpose, Truth, and God. We progress in science and in medecine but we have come no where near answering those questions that have plagued the curious mind for thousands of years. Why not?

Maybe the end of the journey won't be a destination. Maybe the nature of our questions are such that they can't be satisfied with answers. Maybe the action of searching for an equilibrium is an equilibrium of its own.

Maybe inside Pandora's Box, there's... just another box.

Where does that leave me.