Where's your heart?

Today, I'll leave you all with this one...

http://www.oliverjeffers.com/picture-books/HEART-AND-THE-BOTTLE

It takes a riot or two...

Sometimes it takes a riot, inside your mind, deep in your heart, out on the streets, to shake that little spark awake and create a fire.
For all the love that you know you have, all the lost reasons and days gone by, for all the seawall walks, the pages written, the countless laughter and tear drops, the bigger plan, the reason for it all, and every step taken.

There is a bigger reason, there is a master plan. I am not here by an accident but by a blessing. Countless prayers, countless thoughts, a love bigger than anyone could ever understand, I am here. This is where I belong.

I once asked, and many times again, that may nothing or no one take me away from the right path, not the easier one, but the right one. And even among good words...came sharp knives, and here I am, one more time, having one thing assure, among a mess that is life.

It still makes me smile to look at your majestic mountains; it brings me peace to stare at the most beautiful skyline of nature and city life mixing together in complete harmony, your rain makes it all greener when the sun comes out again.

I love you Vancouver, and I will never let you go. How your streets make me feel at home, I will never know. How your shady trees embrace me and your heartbeat under my feet brings me new life is a mystery. But I thank you for being, for me, the only place I call HOME.

thankful.

thankful.

thank. YOU.

It is a wall I see?

What do you do when you get to the top of the mountain? Do you reach for higher ground or you dive free falling? Do we always have to have something out of the reach or can we just set a smooth sail?

These days the floor I am standing on seems to be out of shape, moving under my feet and swapping me all over the place, and I am starting to wonder how many times one can actually keep standing when all you want to do is lay there.

I am not sure what I am yapping on, but it’s been blurry. I am finally on the end of a long thread and I can see another one coming. So here I am, trying to pick up the pieces of a long life battle and a long way home. Two completely separate paths and only one way to go.

Suddenly everything I ever wanted seems to be crumbling on, but only inside of me.