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The days go by…

We wait for buses…

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We dine and read…

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We see bright lights…

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We hear men and women sing…

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We exist amidst the deep and eerie, the dark and dreamy…

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The mind holds echoes and cultivates inspiration…

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And then songs are born!

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Singing With Strangers

Some days a moment can feel miraculous.
To truly find yourself in the present tense, feeling, seeing, interacting with a quiet abandon most think reserved for children is such a gift.
Such curiousity.
So much compassion.
Last night, after a day filled with beautiful conversations, delicious food, and many works of art (I went to MAKE it Vancouver – the handmade revolution) I grabbed a few groceries and headed out into the brisk night to catch the bus home.
At the bus stop I was reminded by my fellow transit users posture and averted eyes just how unfriendly this beautiful place can be. Perhaps we can blame the rain and the low hanging clouds. Perhaps, they force us to gaze downward and raise our shoulders up to our ears as we flit from awning to awning, trying to keep dry. But last night, yesterday was sunny; not a cloud in the sky. I suppose a habit is made.
Each time I return home from another city I notice it a little more and so I have made efforts to combat it in myself. I sing as I stroll, smiling at strangers and randomly saying hello, giggling at the confused expressions I encounter and feeling elated when someone returns my gaze warmly.

Every smile is a little revelation that no one is truly alone.

The bus came and we all piled on; most remembering to move to the back, taking care to leave the courtesy seats for those in need.
I sat in the middle of a crowded bus as a familiar face appeared. An indigenous man who spends most of his days carving works of art on the street corners got on the bus carrying a bag and his crutches. The woman beside me offered him her seat but he refused and kept on strolling back to the open seat within view. He sat down, I smiled at him, he gave a smile and a wave in return. An elderly man of African descent a seat away from me uttered something about the poisons of alcohol and listerine addiction being the end of us, our eyes met and we each nodded as the woman between us got off the bus. An empty seat remained for several stops. I hummed quietly, singing my observations out into the din under enunciated and melodic. The man a seat away began to sing too. We sat with our ears leaning into the empty seat between us quietly in song as people hustled about all around us seemingly unaware of the music moving from our breath.
When I got off the bus we shared a smile so true and warm, so human that my heart filled with light.
I was in awe at the grace a moment offered me.
My appreciation for the diversity of mankind suddenly even more enormous than before.

We are each a thing of beauty and every moment is capable of affirming that. To live aware and artfully in your senses can bring small magic with great and uplifting consequence into the mundane.

We sat, we sang, we smiled, we shared.

 

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Evolution1079

Last Monday evening I went out to BCIT to do an interview with Kirk of Doom from 3am Revelations for Evolution1079.
The audible fruits of that conversation and the live performance that followed will be aired on Evolution1079 twice more this week!
You can stream it online or tune into the good ol’ fashioned radio and catch at the following times:

Saturday March 19 @ noon
Tuesday March 22 @ 6:20pm

Also, I can’t get enough of this:


Saw it on the weekend and fell in love with those Dusty Flower Pot Cabaret kids all over again!

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