People kept saying I think too much

I kept believing they think too little. I keep writing my goals, my purpose and doggedly attack the information in front of me through books and hands on experience that I can attain through those around me. Coming to be with Bee and meeting her family has been a blessing and has skyrocketed me towards the person I am working on becoming in a monumental way. The welcoming, the support, the love that I feel here is so true and pure I could cry. Oh, and Bees dad, Jean, is a badass.

I arrived in Toronto where Bee picked me up and we went off to Ottawa and met her brother, Sam and his brothers girlfriend…Sam 😀 haha. Sam and sam. They get called Sam squared sometimes. Its quite awesome! for sake of confusion we call Sams girlfriend Sami 🙂 Also in Ottawa I met Bees friends Brett and Noel who are running a farm in Ottawa and have had some tough challenges this year. The biggest one being the fact that they are running a farm just the 2 of them that was setup to at least require 10 workers. So they are a bit swamped. We decided to stay in Ottawa an extra day to go to the farm and help them weed some carrots and it was definitely a good experience!

Here is a real cool experience. Are you ready?

Bee and I were walking down past the Parliament (our White House) along the river and as we were walking I turned to Bee and said “I have this feeling that Im going to see somebody I know right now….but no. that is impossible.” and in the way she does she answers “Ah it is not impossible. Impossible is impossible!” and i replied of course. of course 🙂 So we kept walking up to the top of the hill to a statue overlooking the river and I climbed up on the little scaffolding to see over it and right below me on a little grass hill sits a man. And he looks like Guilleme (Gee-ohm) and I am floored. The last time I saw Guilleme was in Hampi, India where we met and we went to the river and jammed together and drank some whiskey and on the way back we had the pleasure of seeing just the eye of the crocodile before he sunk beneath the pond. Fuck.

Anyways, I yell “Guilleme!” and he turns his head and stares at me and I see the incredulity in his eyes and he turns back around and I know hes thinking “there is no fucking way.” I am also thinking “there is no fucking way” and am still not convinced that it is Guilleme. Theres just no fucking way. And I crane my head to the left to see the item next to him, thinking its a guitar…and if it is…its him. and it was. “Guilleme!” I yell as I jump down in excitement and start moving towards him and he looks again. “Is that you Guilleme? No way.” and he says “The fuck, man, how the fuck…what the…how…why…what are you doing here man!?” and I just laugh and laugh and laugh and hug him so tightly and am nearly crying so happy to see this brother of mine. We talk and talk and I introduce Bee and Guilleme and I pick up his guitar and play and Bee and Guilleme talk and laugh and Im staring at the bridge and as I am staring at it I remember Guilleme and Mel and Josh telling me about this bridge and how they just cross this bridge to see each other. And they tell me this in India. What a fucking trip man. Theres nothing else like it, Im telling you. Fuck. To Guilleme!

Now I am at Bees Parents house (Jean and Josée) and they have been wonderful! I met Jeans parents as well and also Jons brother and we had a nice gathering last night and I just feel so part of the family it is unreal. Ah life has been quite a blessing. MMMM and the FOOD! God damn Bee is a good cook and it is all organic and vegan and yummy and scrumptious and mm mm mmmmm. Fuck, guys. It is only going to get better too. How? I never know how to answer that question although that seems to be the one always asked. Faith, my Brothers and Sisters, faith.

I Love You!

P.S we are now off to the River & Sky Festival to be in the bush for the next 4 days. River & Sky is an ecologically conscious festival with folk tunes and workshops for all sorts of things. Au Revoir!