Day one

I left Toronto at 2 PM on Friday, running late from a last minute studio session I had to do to make an advertising demo for voice recording work. I got a ride with a fe llow named Bill in the Little Stream Bakery delivery fan. At first I thought he was a gnome but over the course of our 6 hours together he did a pretty good job convincing me that he was human. We listened to a recording of the Rent Musical to help Bill prepare for his upcoming role as lead guitarist in the Perth musical which opens a week Thursday. He tells me that if I'm not careful walking around Perth I'm liable to be recruited for a musical or asked to join a band. I like the sound of things already. I feel this gentle warmth caressing me and exciting me. Who could have imagined a more perfect place?

My thoughts were confirmed upon arrival. I was greeted by two dogs, who's welcoming gaze and general excitment were the best greeting I could have imagined. I let myself in to a quiet house with a lovely welcome note inviting me to a fridge full of delicious leftovers. I found my bedroom, just off the kitchen through a set of double doors "the one with seedlings in the window" the note said. I was greeted by a huge collection of records, a sewing machine, a long, cozy-looking couch, an old school writing table that folds up into a cabinet, and a big old trunk, next to a big old bed with two lovely cats, who's names I'm still trying to remember. Ok now I've got some names. There's a cat named Bob and a dog named Bruno the other two, I still don't know. One day though, we'll have all the names straight.

We had an interesting thought tonight sitting around the kitchen table. Realizing that the babes on Titzia's farm, piglets and kids, all get to roam free because they are still so small that they fit through the fence. My first thought was "how wonderful, the young ones are free to explore" and then I realized that there must come a time when they no longer fit through the fence and wondering if they have an experience of growing up. We finished the night off with Coral reflecting on starting to care for goats this past year, realizing that she'd only ever milked a goat twice before she got them and had to milk them regularly. It was really nice to be reminded that it is often our fear of not being able to do something that gets in our way the most and that there's a lot we can do if we choose to. "There is genius in boldness" as Goethe would say.