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A cold sunrise in Ottawa this morning. by Ballygrant Boy https://flic.kr/p/S5fGV3

There’s this strange tipping point where noticing one small change leads to noticing another and another until it feels like you’re the coyote who’s been walking on air without noticing. This is a beautiful dream to land into, though. The difference between falling and flying is a lot like the difference between denial and acceptance. (at Ottawa, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDZG_5klBml/?igshid=j3kh3msl3ai

And yeah, I’m into it Our lives stories all mixed up Breaking the cycle one woah at a time And yeah, I love this Not knowing where we’re going, Because what matters is who we are Thank you, all, for being my bible (at Toronto, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDMAWdVFPJS/?igshid=rhjtspdjep24

The art of tesselation in the land of the feathered serpent (at Guatemala) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCUj6AJl_PM/?igshid=1hkeg1xt0gx1l

Hello my delicious humans! I’m sorry, I tried to cancel Canadá day but the sun stubbornly rose no matter how sternly I lectured it. Seeing as how it’s here and all, I am proposing discarding the idea of cancelling it along with the idea of celebrating it. Instead, transform it. Make today about creating the Canada you’d brag about. Canada is a confluence of many forces, and can be something to be proud of, honestly I’m going to start telling people I’m Canadian again during my travels because I’ve met so many Canadians who are acting to build a better Canada for all peoples. I used to think checking out was my only option, but now, I’d like to join team A Better Tomorrow, if you’ll still have me. Spending time with our loved ones, or indulging in what makes us feel good is also the point. If you’ve been fighting the system since you saw it, it can be hard to remember it will still be there to rage against tomorrow. Rest and recreation are fuel we need to fight the good fight, whatever that means to each of us. So why don’t we try the best of both worlds today? Celebrate being alive in this time of global transformation, be grateful for everything you have, and then take that energy and direct it to the very real problems all around us that are NOT to big to solve, because we stand together, despite the stories of those who seek to divide us. Realize our system is broken and thank the people who are working to change it, become one of them. I love y’allz. Happy Canada Transformation day, from my home on Native land. . . #cancelcanadaday #ottawa #apt613 #canadaday #canada (at Ottawa Capital Of Canada) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCGm1DmlqzD/?igshid=9yiepb01iowz

Some people knock timidly on the doors to our hearts And others stand with their hands poised for years I’m taking the hinges off of mine and throwing it in the river, piling old fears and insecurities on it and setting it ablaze Burning and drowning are like birthing and being You, all, are welcome by my fire Don’t knock softly on the door to my heart, Speak, friend, and enter. Pardon me if you find me picking at your locks, whispering the tumblers into clicking in time to a heartbeat that might be yours, it might be mine The door to your heart is not a door It is a tree and I have mapped its many branches And the wonders hidden like amethysts in its knots That dizzying and heady perfume the many petals of your love Forgive this tiny, greedy cup its trespasses Neither you nor I could hold it all, Maybe that is the shape of the secret Hidden in a whispered touch an electric gaze a shared blanket of silence (at Vietnam) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCEEFUIlDQw/?igshid=twqrf8e8a2c4

Reflecting on everything it took to build up this surreal world, a message floats out to me from our old City Hall as it bathes in psychelicious sunset. No. It’s taken a long time to form the word to carry the meaning, and yeah, we’ve heard it before, but the day we mean it humanity changes forever. When you mean the words you say, when your intention matches your thoughts and actions, you are performing the oldest and most powerful form of magic ever known. We can change. We can say no to our old impulses, our fear-based reactions, our world of that forces domination both on the dominated and those who dominate. What was once the garden of eden is poised to return to a primordial quiet, the silencing of our collective progress on this swiftly tilting planet. But we have seen this future; clairvoyance is one of the many talents worth fighting for that we have developed over our long suffered history as a species. So close to an ecstatic release from the chains of our past, we are asked to do only one thing. But mean it, this time. Say No. (at Ottawa Capital Of Canada) https://www.instagram.com/p/CB-1M0sliHI/?igshid=h73tw2xkmgh0

And maybe when I leave this earth I’ll become more than memory Part of everyone who’s loved me Called to be in reverie Free to dance beyond the beyond All their hands in mine https://www.instagram.com/p/CB3fxfKlOCt/?igshid=11jdz9tc383ch

Ciertas verdades no se buscan en línea, se encuentran en las líneas que los años dejan a cambio de la sabiduría. Margarita me toca en vientre. “Te duele aquí, si? Esto es la boca del estomago. Comes mucho ajo, si? No hay que comerlo crudo así con el estómago vacío.” No entiendo como lo supo. “Afuera no ves un aviso, aquí comadrona. Los que necesitan vienen. No es para negocio, si vienen, bien. Si no vienen, también está bien.” Trabajo. Hoy se corrompió la palabra. Ahora se piensa que son inseparables el trabajo y el dinero, pero lo que tienes que hacer no siempre será lucroso, y visconversa. Y hay mucho trabajo para hacer en lo hecho a perder, en lo que está al borde del olvido. El trabajo de cuidar la sabiduría ancestral nos corresponde a todos, celebrar lo que vivieron nuestros antepasados para llevarnos todos unos pasos adelante. Toca aplicar críticamente la perspectiva ancestral al presente para mejor entender donde vamos en el futuro. Falta agradecer y cuidar los cuentos, ahora vienen nuevas lecciones pero no aprenderemos si seguimos enredados en preguntas cuyas respuestas se encuentran sentados, escuchando con respeto los abuelitos y abuelitas quienes vivieron tanto por nosotros. Afuera, sentado al lado del temascal construido por sus propias manos, me despido y le pregunto cuanto le debo. “Eso es de tu corazón, tu sabrás cuanto,” me dice. Que grande lección, buscar la respuesta en el corazón. (at Lago Atitlán) https://www.instagram.com/p/CByLTHGlzzW/?igshid=dlpm1ubj8ggf

I got home, and commented, naively: “I had no idea ottawa had so many black people.” The truth slapped me a moment later. It isn’t that there are more black people. It’s the absence of white people. The difference today is this is what Ottawa looks like without the people who are okay with the way things are because they aren’t affected. Everyone who stayed silent, I heard you, everyone who didn’t show up, I saw you. Don’t worry. You won’t be missed. https://www.instagram.com/p/CBFOv75F8Tp/?igshid=1dbcwp8jy1o7l

Hope and confidence in the face of fragility. (at Vietnam) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAxqZxgFoEW/?igshid=wpuh8cfu5tmo

anti.fragile by jonathancastellino https://flic.kr/p/QrQ9kp

On the next episode of Totally Real Facts, with your host, Joffrey Buttinghamshire III, Esq., we present for your incredulous delight: the endangered Vietnamese Telephone Cable Trees. Yes, dear viewers, it’s tragic but true - the T.C. Tree Orchards that once filled all of east Asia with their gentle electric humming are going extinct. Due to the widespread adoption of wireless technology and the discovery of more cheaply exploited labour in less developed nations, these once abundant marvels of nature and technology are no longer being cultivated, indeed most of them have already been cut down for firewood and “vintage cabling” for hipster boroughs in the big cities. This pioneer, documented in Ho Chi Minh, might be one of the last surviving examples of the first crop of ‘78, identifiable by counting the cables which grow at a rate of one per year. Tomorrow may never know of them, dear viewers, but should you find yourself wandering the fragrant streets of Saigon in search of unidentifiable street food, keep an eye out for the these last hold outs of this noble species. Joffrey out. #totallytruefacts #vietnam #saigon #hochiminh #cables #industrial #thevagabondjourney #voyaged #discoverearth #speechlessplaces #lensbible #roamtheplanet #earthfocus #stayandwander #exploretocreate #travelgram #earthoutdoors #beautifuldestinations #roam247 #allaboutadventures #earth_shotz #exploremore #yourshotphotographer (at Saigon, Vietnam) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAONtuSlNc3/?igshid=x0tb8662mx7z

Para mi mamita hermosa de mi corazón: gracias por enseñarme a vivir mi locura, por ser tan auténticamente ti que nunca se me ocurriría otra manera de ser. Gracias por todo lo que has enseñado, como hacer de cada día y cada momento una celebración, que nunca hay mal momento para buena música y risa, y como estar, pase lo que pase, presente siempre de la manera más importante, en el corazón. /////////// To my dearest, beautiful mother of my heart: thank you for showing me to live my craziness, for being so authentically you that it could never occur to me to be any other way. Thank you for everything you’ve shown me, like making every day and every moment a celebration, that there’s never a bad time for music and laughter, and how to be, no matter what, present in that most important way, in the heart: https://www.instagram.com/p/CAAufKhlrG8/?igshid=6nf3yrof8wyf

They say we stand on the shoulders of giants. The Wonders of Tomorrow, available today thanks to thinkers long forgotten. But how solid is our past, what kind of foundation is history if even our present is a mire of fake news and conflicting facts? Maybe we’ve risen far enough, for now. Now we must examine the foundations of what we’ve built, before it all falls apart. (at Berlin, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_-MvScFClx/?igshid=1fb58x89kzrb2

Black and white is a lie passed down from above like a chloroform soaked rag, conveyor belt of sedated citizens subliminally bamboozled while defenceless; we trusted you and this is what you put in our heads? . This is our story: the story of the greys, of the part of me that lives in you and the part of you that is love to me. The lines that divide us splinter off into forgotten horizons where we miss how they circle the earth and our story, leading right back to our selves, a connection if we could only follow the patterns, remember who we were before someone else told us better. Children playing in the sandbox. . If you can’t see the entire universe when you look within, you’re not looking deep enough. (at Doha Qatar) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_45CMDltCY/?igshid=1j3nwmx44cq46

The most important part of the ride is stopping to take it all in. . We are tiny vessels for such majestical experiences. Most of life will always spill over the edges unappreciated, so drink in what you can and savour every drop. . Stay thirsty, my friends. https://www.instagram.com/p/B_pmiOjlVoO/?igshid=1qwbfwvm446qd