rebel against the box

me and my 27 year old self are sitting here in the sunshine in the rockies sipping orange juice through a bright pink straw. dana's horribly smelly dog has just started hacking which is totally ruining the vibe, but nothing can get me down today. it's a beautiful day and i'm on my way to banff, my favourite village in north america, to drink margaritas and sit in the hot springs. nice.

feels great to be finished at starbucks. i met some fun people, but i'm feeling the freedom to move into something fresh and new and somehow a little closer to my dreams. a little more 'me'. it feels good, it feels right, and it feels free.

i have three flight itineraries currently in my inbox which is making me a very happy person right now. i feel most content when i'm in motion....in flight. and the best part is the reasons for these next few adventures are friends mixed with 24-7 gatherings and engagements. and that makes me even more happy. maxing out the present moment somehow gets easier.

today i'm 27. i keep telling myself that i'm not going to do another birthday...that i'm staying 26. but, as i was sitting in this timy morroccan restaurant this evening eating coucous and kababs with dana i remember that only 3 weeks ago i stated that this year was about freedom, tranparency and embracing who i am...so...i'm 27. and you know, i'm kinda liking it. for the first time i actually feel older overnight. and i'm okay with that.

currrently devising plans to get down to new orleans for a friends wedding reception.
painting, paying bills, working, praying, dancing, drinking juice, riding my bike in the hallway(fun for 6 seconds exactly) reading, generally feeling mischevious.

check out http://www.24-7prayer.com/canada/modules.php?op=modload&name=knowledge&file=kbasepage&LinkID=286

it'll be crazy.

my friend had a dream a couple years back which she told me about recently and it's still ringing in my ears. in the dream she walked through a doorway. while she did she ran into a huge spider web. it tangled and trapped her. as she was trying to free herself this massive queen spider came and bit her. the bite numbed her and left her woosie like she wanted to fall asleep. while in this state and about to drop off to sleep she saw coming towards her tons of little tiny spiders ready to devour her. she woke up from the dream. feeling like this may be a god type dream she prayed about what this all meant. this was the outcome.... the queen spider was apathy, it numbs us and immobilizes us...the other devouring spiders were that which kills and finishes us off...like chronic fatigue, illness, etc. it's the stronghold over this nation and generation. the answer? don't fall asleep. make outrageous choices and actions to stay awake...like driving at night. turn the music on loud, heating off, head out the window...anything to keep from falling asleep at the wheel, of giving up, or giving in.

this resonates with me and somehow validates what i have been feeling. my fear coming back to canada was coming under the apathy that seems to plague my generation here as i'm sure it must in other places too perhaps. and i feel that i fell under it. it's numbing and destroying, and hard to battle...but i must. is this intercession for the land?...maybe. maybe it's just me refusing to bow to the powers that seek to destroy. there comes a time when we choose to fight or let things wash over us. perhaps i'm just trying to get my shit togther...either way things are exposed which can only lead to good.

'if spiders unite they can tie down a lion' - ethiopian proverb

i'm totally knackered. just got off an early shift at *bux...with only 2 and a half hours sleep last night. ouch. my body is screaming at me. it's tired, sleep deprived and sore from snowboarding with russ in whistler a few days ago... but i'm totally addicted now...i love living in the mountains.

the weather here has been cold and snowy...unusual for vancouver apparently. my bleeding, cracked and dry hands are not making for a pretty sight when serving americano misto's. mmmm....americano misto's. i've determined that you can figure out a lot about a person by the coffee that they order. only the strong can survive an americano straight up....those pretending to be brave (like me) add milk and call it the above. americano drinkers generally mean trouble... on the other hand, indulgers of the soft fluffy drinks like the toffee nut latte and white chocolate mocha generally lack an egde. sounds harsh but once again...sometimes less is more. the opinions expressed above are purely those of the writer and not at all those of *bux. (i felt a get out clause was appropriate there...and i've always wanted a reason to write one...whatever.)

tomorrow i embark on another spiritual adventure...i'm excited and hopeful for what god will tell me. watch this space.

i had an amazing christmas at home with the parentals. lots of food, hot tub, crazy 8's, lazing by the fire, snow, being towed home in -54, spanish vocab, hot tub, lazing, crazy 8's, fergie drooling, crazy 8's, and PRESSIES!!

back in vancouver to sunshine and warmer temps. wicked new year spent with rus...britsh drummer boy... we hung out in a sweet restaurant and ate a lot of food! free desert and champagne on the house... and (take a seat) i tried a mussel. just one and i almost gagged...but a new year means trying new adventures. my position on the grossness of seafood remains as it was....still gross.

so another year has landed on our laps and i'm pretty excited about what it looks like. freedom and nakedness....and hopefully a little breakthrough here and there! bring on the party!

my foot is asleep so this will be quick...

it snowed today in sunny vancouver...yay! everything is white and slippery. west coasters don't know how to deal with snow cause it doesn't show up here very often...so the whole city freaks out! for a prairie girl this is funny...-54 n all.

eager to get on the slopes with my new board...although the last excursion left me seriously popping advil for week. i think i need a lesson... or a crash helmut. the mountain is proving unmoveable at the moment...but i'm stubborn.

catch the latest 24-7 canada stuff here... www.24-7prayer.ca i wrote a little report from our latest gathering of sorts. if you check it out on the global 24-7 site i don't know that girl in the picture...i mean really guys, not doing me any favours. time and time again....

i miss manchester posse.
i'm listening alot to snow patrol these days...although today at work i called them snow plow...how embarrassing.

my feet are now no longer attached to my body...so i must leave... more soon...maybe.
oh one last thing...read in the paper today(shocking i know) that a lot of this so called aid being given by wealthy countries to the tsunami disaster is only a loan. what a load of crap!! it should be called tsunami debt campaign...not aid relief! come on people! we're such weirdo's in our thinking sometimes!