Snow
cold, wet
beautiful, peaceful, deadly
8 hours
unrelenting
Friday, May 21, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Plant a tree
Planting has begun. Spring has turned to summer (un-officially of course). The bugs are coming out in full force. We have worked two of our 6 shifts, 11 days in total. We have planted close to 150,000 trees and are going to plant at least 450,000 more before we see the end. My crew is very different this year. It is a mixed bag consisting of 25 year vets age 47 to an 18 year old rookie who just can't figure it out yet. In between there is a 45 year old Czechoslovakian named Miroslav (Miro for short) that lives on a farm without water or electricity and hunts meat to stay alive, he is perpetually drinking vodka and plants 1000 trees a day then lays down and smokes cigarettes. Bruce is my age, about 5 feet tall and constantly positive and filled with energy. He talks like surfer and starts most of his sentences with "Dude, man..." He bounces around shadow boxing in between bag-ups and after planting sometimes goes to the gym. Lori Anne is the 47 year old who has been planting for 25 years. She plants 2000 trees a day consistently, does kung-fu at 1:00 in the morning and talks to herself more than anyone else. I drive to work with these three everyday at 6:30 in the morning and drop them off at the same time at night. I enjoy this crew as they all live in town, are independent and need less baby-sitting than previous years which gives me more time to myself and makes things less stressful. The weather has been good, so far we have kept dry but this week is calling for some rain so we'll see. The rest of the province is hot and mainly dry which means more fires this year so keeping busy for sure. I hope all who read this are well and know that I miss everyone I cannot be with who has helped shape my life thus far. Everyone I've met. So take it easy, enjoy the rituals of life, and try to find the way back to peace and freedom. Love one and all. -Will
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Garlic and Oregano
So it's been ten days plus the months following of sickness...I guess i should go to a real doctor instead of self prescribing myself via the internet. I go to the real doctor, pay 60 bucks, and he swabs my throat and makes me piss in a cup. That's it that's all. Well I guess I'll keep suffering with this throat sore that is ruining my waking life with a constant reminder of pain. I guess I won't diagnose myself anymore because the doctor says that's bad. Does he recommend any medications for me? No. Does he recommend a change in diet? No. All he says is call Tuesday to find out the swab results and you don't have diabetes according to your urine. Thanks.....
I buy some throat lozenges, some throat gel (natural and benadryl), some pain killers, some cold FX, some zinc. They all did little but mask the symptoms for a insignificant amount of time. Finally I came to my senses...actually my subconscious did. I dreamed a little dream about a lot of garlic. So I went out the next day after class and bought me some garlic bulbs, garlic butter and some bread. I also got some oil of oregano. Later that night I had a garlic dinner with oregano drink and the next morning 95% of the painful symptoms were gone...I'm coughing a little and voiding a lot of mucus but that means I'm getting better.
I guess the lesson here is to follow your dreams and take Oil of Oregano.
I buy some throat lozenges, some throat gel (natural and benadryl), some pain killers, some cold FX, some zinc. They all did little but mask the symptoms for a insignificant amount of time. Finally I came to my senses...actually my subconscious did. I dreamed a little dream about a lot of garlic. So I went out the next day after class and bought me some garlic bulbs, garlic butter and some bread. I also got some oil of oregano. Later that night I had a garlic dinner with oregano drink and the next morning 95% of the painful symptoms were gone...I'm coughing a little and voiding a lot of mucus but that means I'm getting better.
I guess the lesson here is to follow your dreams and take Oil of Oregano.
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
April 7th 2010 11:09 p.s.t.
I have abrubtly stopped my cleanse due to a love for food. My right ear, throat and muscle in my jaw are my newest physical manifestations of pain. What is the root of these repeated attacks? When will it end? Is there a doctor in the house?
When I think about the dollar I think about the economy. I think about the 1.1 billion people in china and 1.2 billion people in India and the 240 million people in the US vying for a piece of the big huckleberry pie. Many are getting their pieces too. I have recently been thinking of ways to earn some moula and find it stressful and depressing. My plans all seem like scheme's because I must convince a person to want something they don't need or I must do the very dirty work another person does not want to do. And all to read a book in peace, watch the changing of the light, feel the temperature of the air and eat the fruits of the earth. The system works for everybody that wishes it to work for them in as much as the system can give. However, being in the system lacks one vital element. It lacks, if I may propose, The Truth and Transparency in the web of products and culture we are creating, buying and selling. What do I mean? Quickly; When a person buys a car they are being sold power, safety, status, and a way to be free. They are getting metal, mined from a beautiful countryside or mountain, plastic, and a residual bill for continued wars and ecological rape. Got Air?
If we want a labtop, TV, cellphone, car, big house and buffet of food what then can we expect from our children and our children's children, the same? What can we expect of other nations? We here in the Empire of America are blind to our own self-perpetuating, spiritually lost, destructive culture. Blind or confused. We are not happier than when we had less gadgets, the internet and global business. We are not happier with more money. We are happy when we choose to recognize and are conscious of the fact that we are alive now at this very moment in this special time very briefly and that everything we do and every action we take is a very important one.
But we soon forget those instances and are bombarded on all sides by the influences of different thoughts based on a hidden agenda. "Believe and buy!"
My point, I guess, is that if you're like me and tired of working and living in this make believe world simply don't believe it and make your own...But make it simple, and positive and know when enough is enough.
...and that's enough...for meow.
When I think about the dollar I think about the economy. I think about the 1.1 billion people in china and 1.2 billion people in India and the 240 million people in the US vying for a piece of the big huckleberry pie. Many are getting their pieces too. I have recently been thinking of ways to earn some moula and find it stressful and depressing. My plans all seem like scheme's because I must convince a person to want something they don't need or I must do the very dirty work another person does not want to do. And all to read a book in peace, watch the changing of the light, feel the temperature of the air and eat the fruits of the earth. The system works for everybody that wishes it to work for them in as much as the system can give. However, being in the system lacks one vital element. It lacks, if I may propose, The Truth and Transparency in the web of products and culture we are creating, buying and selling. What do I mean? Quickly; When a person buys a car they are being sold power, safety, status, and a way to be free. They are getting metal, mined from a beautiful countryside or mountain, plastic, and a residual bill for continued wars and ecological rape. Got Air?
If we want a labtop, TV, cellphone, car, big house and buffet of food what then can we expect from our children and our children's children, the same? What can we expect of other nations? We here in the Empire of America are blind to our own self-perpetuating, spiritually lost, destructive culture. Blind or confused. We are not happier than when we had less gadgets, the internet and global business. We are not happier with more money. We are happy when we choose to recognize and are conscious of the fact that we are alive now at this very moment in this special time very briefly and that everything we do and every action we take is a very important one.
But we soon forget those instances and are bombarded on all sides by the influences of different thoughts based on a hidden agenda. "Believe and buy!"
My point, I guess, is that if you're like me and tired of working and living in this make believe world simply don't believe it and make your own...But make it simple, and positive and know when enough is enough.
...and that's enough...for meow.
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
April 6th 2010 6:19 p.m. e.s.t.
Time is a lot of numbers, as words are a lot of letters. It is up to us to make something of either. To disconnect from everything is as dangerous as connecting to too many things. It must be measured and balanced, balanced and measured.
It was Easter for little children and salesmen, both were happy. The sun has been shining and spring has budded. Days are longer, the way it has always been on this parallel. Spring is special because it represents life. We never get tired of the comfort or sight of the sun after the winter. The sun is a good thing to everybody here in Canada. Like our many fresh water lakes and abundant wildlife it nourishes our soul. Oh Canada! (the land not the politics)
wIll has been sick. Sick with Pneumonia, flu, cold, sore throat, coughing, parasites! My immune system has gone down in a T.K.O. and the count is eight. But there is light at the end of the tunnel and I will emerge....hopefully. I have eaten only blueberries for three days straight and I am working on a lemonade cleanse as I write, Lemon juice, maple syrup, cayenne and fresh water to my left. It's a tasty concoction for a single drink maybe but I have to drink this for 5 days, nothing else.
Tree-planting creeping up in 3 weeks, the merry-go-round is sounding on. One more year of drifting on the open sea, the only difference; A mate. So with extra strength to steer the vessel I can focus on horizons yet imagined. The open sky as our roof we aim for beaches and friendly natives.
Love all, Love you all.
Will
It was Easter for little children and salesmen, both were happy. The sun has been shining and spring has budded. Days are longer, the way it has always been on this parallel. Spring is special because it represents life. We never get tired of the comfort or sight of the sun after the winter. The sun is a good thing to everybody here in Canada. Like our many fresh water lakes and abundant wildlife it nourishes our soul. Oh Canada! (the land not the politics)
wIll has been sick. Sick with Pneumonia, flu, cold, sore throat, coughing, parasites! My immune system has gone down in a T.K.O. and the count is eight. But there is light at the end of the tunnel and I will emerge....hopefully. I have eaten only blueberries for three days straight and I am working on a lemonade cleanse as I write, Lemon juice, maple syrup, cayenne and fresh water to my left. It's a tasty concoction for a single drink maybe but I have to drink this for 5 days, nothing else.
Tree-planting creeping up in 3 weeks, the merry-go-round is sounding on. One more year of drifting on the open sea, the only difference; A mate. So with extra strength to steer the vessel I can focus on horizons yet imagined. The open sky as our roof we aim for beaches and friendly natives.
Love all, Love you all.
Will
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
No Olympics on stolen native land!
Amy and Rain representin'. Olympics are old school. I could do without, ya, I could do without.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Salsa
When making salsa remember to wear gloves when touching hot peppers and if you don't have gloves, get creative. Socks and oven mitts work, kinda. The goggles defeat the mighty onion by giving you unnatural human defenses. Try it. Or maybe you have a food processor, kudos.
Twenty Nine and Feeling Fine!
Happy Birthday to myself....Everyday I get older, so do you. It's a comforting thought.
No more learning, no more problems.
How much difference between Yes and No?
Between Black and Grey?
Between good and evil?
What others fear I must fear--
No point!
People are smiling,
as if at a kitchen party
I am stoic, passive, giving no sign
Like a baby who has not yet smiled
hopeless, as if I had no home.
Others have enough and more,
I do not.
I have the mind of a fool,
confused, confused.
Others are bright and intelligent,
I am boring, dull,
Drifting on the breeze,
blown about endlessly.
Others have plans,
I alone am wayward and stubborn,
I alone am different from others,
Like a baby in a womb.
-A translation of the Way-
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
XXX MAS
An old monkey. What's he thinking?
I'm on A Boat!
Costa Sunny Rica, Dominical
Legal Muffins
In n' Out. Nuff said!
Jason and Ang. Thanks for the couch!
Well I recently took my yearly surf trip to make sure I don't get to far behind in my skillz and my appreciation and awareness of freedom, health and happiness. I re-visited after a 5 year hiatus, Dominical, Costa Rica where I was able to re-connect with old friends and new sunsets. I then headed to Nicaragua where I realized my dreams of being free are best kept free and uncumbered by the non-proprietorship of land or people. I then went to Mexico for a week where I received some great waves and excellent tacos. But it was the most unplanned thing that has me where I stand today. The random meeting of someone on the street and in the bar over the course of 2 years who I have been inextricably connected via the universe and raw nature. Nelson, a town that holds more than a few beers and secrets also holds destinies and fate. What mine are, of course I don't know, but for those that know me, know this is the end of one era and the beginning of a new.
Merry Fucking Christmas! I love you All!
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
100th post written in under 2 mins
Last night I spent on the streets of San Salvador, El Salvador with a back pack to heavy to run with and a surfboard to awkward to hide....I was at the whim of one of the most notoriously dangerous cities in the world. It was fucking scary!
Monday, November 02, 2009
Pete Devries wins O'neil Comp
Here's the best surfer in Canada. Tofino was awesome but the rain and cold got to me again and I've decided to just follow my original plan...heading south VIA rail slowly. Back to Costa again.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Tofino Sunrise
Here I am in Tofino. Water: 12 degrees C / Air: 6 degrees C
It was a good morning session for me. Really hard to wake up but nirvana in the water. No time, no pain, no bad stuff. Only the eternity of a moment in the Ocean with a few fun rides in the mix. Three days steady now and my body is feeling the results. It feels as though I have been in a washing machine, the results of too much surfing after so much rest and relaxation. I think it is the nicest day I've seen in Tofino so I'm out to enjoy it...The old walk and sit. Have a good day!
Saturday, October 17, 2009
On the road again...
Life is interesting when you live on the road.
It is refreshing when you spend only two months in each place.
It is enchanting when you are welcomed in each place and make companions and share experiences with those new friends and saddening when you leave. It is fascinating when you have the least amount of "things" of anyone you know and you get rid of half of it and pack it in a bag. It is stimulating leaving relative security and walking into an unknown world of unknown possibilities with no plan and no final destination. It is all of these adjectives to observe but it is a life to live. I happen to have a spirit that wanders and my physical body and mentality has to go with that....and I tell myself almost everyday; "It is our society and lifestyles that are Fucked...I'm just being honest" Life is hard because we want to own water, heat, food, shelter and just about everything we can, including people, when for hundreds of thousands of years we shared and worked for ourselves for these things that the world once and still offers for relative freedom. Every shelter can be palace, every morsel a meal and every domestic task of monumental importance. Make this so and you will be a warrior.
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