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| and the gong show begins...
i thought the early start date was being a bit ambitious for planting in the okanagan. and yet here we are, snow on the blocks and planters in camp. i, personally, don't mind the few extra days to unwind from the end of school, to enjoy those last few cups of coffee and the oh so pleasurable hot tubs present at any small logging town rec center. the rookies on the other hand are a bit anxious and haven't quite fully come to terms with the concept of hurry up and wait. they'll learn soon enough.
and for those who would like to send letters, care packages or postcards of love, here's my address for the summer:
Jesika Reimer
c/o Rich's Camp,
Folklore Contracting Ltd.
1077 Eastern Street
Prince George, BC
V2N 5R8
write it down. put it on your fridge. remind yourself regularly that while you're enjoying the hot summer sun, jes is working in it. working hard. and would love to receive some inspirational mail to keep her going all summer.
i'll survive without it i'm sure. but i still like it. | | |
| one day away from the end...and two days away from the beginning. | | |
| to whisk away and be free…
it's so close i can taste it, and like a little kid, don't want to finish what's on my plate before diving into dessert.
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| and the preparations continue...
although life has been consumed by finishing up papers, writing exams, packing the house and preparing for a rapidly approaching planting season, the planning and preparations for the great divide backpacking trip of a life time still continue. after much internet research and debating on brand, style and size, the dogs now have their very own backpacks in which they shall carry all food necessary for each stretch of the trail. griffin seems to like hers, i think they make her feel important. niko, however, doesn't seem too thrilled with the idea but i'm sure he'll get used to it. he doesn't really have a choice.
 
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| there are a few staples that promote creative inspiration within myself. coffee, late nights, drum tobacco and good music. not necessarily all at once or in that particular order, but mix one or two of them up and the medium of choice comes to life whether it be a paint brush, a fountain pen or a glue stick and a newspaper. music, however, tends to be the strongest instigator of such creative sessions. there's nothing quite like stumbling across a new artists who's words stir what you are feeling, who's breathy voice strokes the sounds you wish you could produce, and who's music pulls at the strings of your being. i would consider myself a creative person, and while i have the ability to play instruments and hit certain vocal notes, i've come to realize that i will never achieve the sound i so love or the beats and rhythm that really move. and i'm okay with that. i shall stick to the poetic flowing of words without music, to strokes of paint rather than strings, to creating something from my soul that does not result in a musical composition but is rather, made of many. many artists, many songs, many lyrical spewings and rhythmical tugs as they are composed by others and feed my creative being, surfacing as tiny silver threads that flow through all that i create. | | |
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