(part 1)
as it turns out I was to leave my body many times in the following years. It is hard to understand how much of your soul actually leaves the body and how much stays in. In past years I had left my body a few times; only partially. I would travel to far away [...]
lately i’ve been trying to understand the exact relationship between body and soul; how come souls can leave pieces of themselves around; why through hard work you can invest a soul into an object / project / piece of art.
I’ve lived many experiences these last few years; Mylène who experimented like I did clearly opened my eyes on the aspect of the soul being seperated from the body. It was the summer of 2004, we had been together for a while; life was incredible with her. So passionate, so true; i truely loved her.
05.17celestial energy
For years i thought it was an energy I couldn’t accept properly, and it sometimes felt like my soul wanted to leave my body. (this happens sometimes, but I don’t control it). When I feel good about myself, usually when I am with a women I appreciate after a few hours of bounding that energy doesn’t bother me. But when I am alone and trying to sleep, it’ll keep me awake all night.
I love hitchhiking. It’s awesome to head out to the highway, stick your thumb out and let the sun sink in while most people drive by ignoring you completely, others raise their shoulders, some girls honk at you; and after a little while somebody stops.
- Hi how’s it going?
- Good. Hop in!
- Where are you going?
- Well we can drop you off in Lake Louise.. but you’ll have to sit with the dog
- Hrmm. I hear that part of the highway is closed, can you drop us off at Castle Junction?
- Sure..
So we hop in, throw our bags in the back; the dog sits on me as I pet him with a little too much passion; my weekend hadn’t been a success..
cela fait deux semaines que je rêve d’être dehors, de profiter des montagnes, de l’air frais. Je rêve gros, haut et fort; mais c’est pas réaliste.. j’ai du travail (beaucoup!) et je dois m’y remettre plus sérieusement.
Quand on a pas trop le goût de travailler on travaille à moitié, on regarde beaucoup l’heure, ses emails, l’internet. Tout en fait pour ne pas s’y mettre pour vrai. Et quand on s’y met, c’est pas fort, c’est butché, fait à moitié juste pour arriver au but; plus important que tout, j’en tire aucune satisfaction et ça me donne encore moins le goût de me mettre au travail.
it’s been years since i touched a paintbrush; an artist’s paintbrush that is. I recently painted the house I rent in Golden, BC a nice bright yellow and while trying out colors I decided to paint shapes on the walls. They were nice shapes, big yin/yan shaped teardrops, a hot hair baloon whose basket was [...]