I want you to be my greatest coincidence,
to beat on the door of my innocence.
Shall we wrap ourselves in irony?
like some sort of Shakespeare comedy?
For there’s a danger in your smile.
It might trick me for a while.
I’ve been led down a path,
which i’ve not been.
All together unexpected –
chasing names like we meant it.
Avoiding some calamity,
with our clandestine revelry.
Do tell what’s your name?
And what is your trade?
A heartsmith or just a pretty face.
inspired by a page from my ironic life.
OH. And while we’re talking about irony… love this.
WOW. So I’ve been doing too much living and not enough blogging it appears lately haha. There is so much I want to write about and I am creating not enough time to do it.
Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
– Ferris Bueller
These are some thing I have written over the past few exciting weeks, with the Vancouver Riot, adventures, ponders… what a ride!
Forewarning: This post is going to be delightfully detailed and horribly long.
Just as I was boarding the skytrain in Surrey just over an hour ago I was contemplating how ironic I create my life to be at times. I was thinking about the implications of this and decided that “I am ironic”. After all, if I create that to be my reality, then (as my reality and perception are the only experiences I have) then that will be my life. After this thought I was running to get to the library to return an interesting book on Emotional Clearing. i got there JUST IN TIME and was able to sign out a book I was really excited about called Sacred Commerce. At the library there was a protest about the Canadian Postal Workers strike which was somewhat ironic considering I am dealing with some labour issues at my own job. Then I started to notice the results of the Vancouver Riot. Wood panels cover the storefronts, covered in messages from thousands of people. Word of condemnation of rioters, random song lyrics, but overall and in the highest multitude there were messages of love. I think it’s a little sad that it takes a riot for Vancouver to write beautiful words all over, but I am grateful for this aftermath nonetheless. I walk through the city dazed and confused. After running to the library and being overwhelmed with my own sensory experience I bumped into a girl I used to work with. She was off to live what I think are her dreams, dancing and choreographing for big names in the city. And I was just wandering, happy. I made my way to Gorilla Foods, my favorite (raw) eatery in vancity. I think you’re great said the song playing on the radio. Then I thought about how if music be the food of life, Gorilla Foods is a very healthy place to be : )
Then I went down to Capers and got some healthy food and bumped into some more friends on the way. Dazed and confused… but smiling all the way : )