and back to work...

What a weekend, it seems like a dream, an exhausting, tumultuous, exquisite and honest adventure. I learned a lot about myself in the past four days. Reflective, and open, I am more willing to experience and risk. Exotic Dancers for Cancer was a great success. We went beyond our target, raising $6000 in an evening. I look forward to seeing this event grow even more in the coming years.

But for now, I’m in Hanna, AB. Home of Nickelback. It is quite the town.



The stage is linoleum. Cracked and faded it should have been replaced years ago. The yellowed hues are evidence of history. But the bar is clean, beer is served in plastic cups, and although priorities in this town have not improved the stage, my room has been remodeled.

Someone has placed a felt flower pot above the TV. The petals are radiate elementary shades. Blissful the primary colours appear exotic in this room. The carpet is new, the furniture faded. Sunlight is dissolved through translucent plastic. Duct tape lines the frame where the adhesive of old masking tape has disintegrated. The discolored curtain reminds me of poor taste leftover from decades ago.

It was whirlwind weekend and I’m glad to be here. I have caught up on my sleep and I am content. It was a perfect weekend. At times emotions ran high, both anger and pleasure. But it was a good weekend.