The End of the Summer

I'm always amazed in BC how as soon as September rolls around, you just can't deny that it's over. The sun'll still be hot, if you're lucky, but the air temperature just plummets and it's all downhill from there. Not to be a bummer, or anything.

So let's see! I'm a certifed yoga teacher now. How about that!! Now I just gotta figure out how to get some experience teaching. Doing my practicum at the end of the course felt really, really good. I'm excited to start teaching -- but I don't want to rush it, and besides that, my current transience (sp?) makes it hard for me to pursue opportunities. I think I'll need to wait until I'm actually living somewhere in a semi-permanent way, for that.

The transience will continue for the next couple of months. There are two weeks left until Web of Change. Two weeks after that, I fly to London, and will spend five weeks in the UK, visiting family (particularly my ageing grannies). Then I fly home, and within a few days fly down to Arizona to spend ten days in the US Southwest with Dave, my sweetie who lives in Alaska. Time for my first-ever American Thanksgiving (or Yanksgiving, as one of my friends called it! ha!)

After all THAT, THEN I think it will be time to get serious and get a job and a place to live in Vancouver and all that jazz. Because of course December/January is always the best time to be in Vancouver. Nothing like the endless pissing rain and low-hanging cloud to make a sun-lover like me feel good. However, I do miss my community there, and lord knows I can't keep not really earning money for very much longer. The situation is starting to get dire.

This past weekend Dave came down to BC, and we went camping at Sombrio Beach, and then over to Vancouver for Sunsplash, where we saw Mofro, Isreal Vibration, Blackalicious, and Michael Franti and Spearhead. (I know a good blogger would give you links to all those acts, but whatever. Use google.) It was a really great night - all of those acts were terrific, and I have to say that it was the best Spearhead show I've seen. Michael Franti may have something of a schtick that it can seem like he sticks to, show after show, but despite that, the guy is for real. His song-writing is powerful, his spirit is obvious... how can one man be so fucking sexy on stage? I asked my friend Kate that in the middle of the show, and she looked at me and said "It's because he's channelling God up there." Amen, sister.