• Walk Through This

    • April 14, 2010 9:46 am

    Dearest Readers,

    As some of you know, my friend Leanne is fighting for her life right now, battling Stage 4 breast cancer that has moved into her lungs and is not responding to traditional treatments.

    Her blog, Living with Breast Cancer, is worth following not only for its inspiring message but for Leanne’s irreverent humour and acerbic wit.

    Below is a link to an orientation video from the Princess Margaret Hospital Foundation about the “Weekend To End Women’s Cancers”, which Leanne participated in last year. She comes in around the 6-minute mark looking gorgeous in a black floppy hat.

    Inspiring Message of the Day: Watch this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Ej5SRg5j0o

    The Sixth Sense

    • April 13, 2010 9:57 am

    Dearest Readers,

    What is your opinion of ESP?

    Here’s a little background info from Wikipedia:

    Extrasensory perception (ESP), also commonly referred to as the sixth sense, involves reception of information not gained through the recognized physical senses but sensed with the mind. The term was coined by German psychical researcher, Rudolf Tischner, and adopted by Duke University psychologist J. B. Rhine to denote psychic abilities such as telepathy and clairvoyance. ESP implies acquisition of information by means external to the basic limiting assumptions of science.

    Yesterday I had what can only be described as an ESP experience. It’s not the first time in my life something like this has happened but it was so extreme that I just have to share it with you.

    On my way to a friend’s birthday party I passed a little house nestled in the commercial part of the downtown core. Twenty years ago I knew the woman who lived there. We weren’t really well acquainted but we did hang out a few times and I remember liking her very much.

    I have passed that house many times and think of her every time I go by it but yesterday it looked as though someone had cleaned up the yard and so the property caught my particular attention. It was almost… glowing.

    This is what I thought as I went by: “There is where Lorna used to live. I wonder where Lorna is today. I wonder if she still lives in Whitehorse. I wonder if I’ll ever see her.”

    From there I remembered one of the wild nights Lorna and I had spent together partying in a bar and picking up a cowboy who walked us both home, first her and then me. (I also remembered that cowboy trying to convince me to let him come inside but that’s another story.)

    Not long after this trip down memory lane I arrived at my friend’s birthday celebration. There were quite a few people there and I didn’t know everyone. I had another meeting that afternoon so I had to duck out early. On my way out I ran into a woman at the door. As I excused myself I looked at her face.

    It was Lorna.

    Reception of information not gained through the recognized physical senses but sensed by means external…

    Means external. Far… out.

    Inspiring Message of the Day: The mystical path involves having experiences that go way beyond the intellect. When I am bogged down by reason and logic I will remember that there is a deeper place of understanding available to me and I will open to receive its messages.

    Queen For(ever) a Day

    • April 12, 2010 11:07 am

    Dearest Readers,

    Home sweet home after an 11-day journey. The house-sitter filled the apartment with flowers and ironed my pillowcases. Never in my five-year history of using house-sitters have I ever come home to such graciousness. I feel like a Queen.

    That must be why I dreamt about the Queen last night. Yes, the Queen. Elizabeth II of England, the current monarch whose face appears on our Canadian money.

    In the dream, she and I became pals, riding to the grocery store together in her royal coach, talking about the house she stayed in the last time she was in Whitehorse (in the late ’50s) and why the Royals are so popular in the NWT (when I was in that great Territory last year Royal fever was everywhere).

    It wasn’t exactly easy making small talk with Her Majesty. I was trying to be myself as well as respectful, which made for an uncertain sense of being, but in the end we managed to cobble together a decent conversation as we headed for the Extra Foods store down the road.

    I’m thinking the dream has to do with self-worth. Some of the wind was knocked out of my sails last week and it’s been a steady helm back to full speed ahead ever since. Arriving home last night to find the apartment looking and feeling like a 5-star hotel brought up the question, “Do I deserve this?”

    The good news is I think I do. The even better news is I think you do, too.

    I don’t think I deserve abundance because I’m special or different or working so much harder than anyone else. I believe we deserve abundance because we are Queens and Kings, all of us.

    The Queen of England is no better or worse than any of us. She doesn’t deserve her riches any more than we do. She doesn’t NOT deserve them either. Every single one of us, no matter who we are, no matter what we look like, no matter what we do or don’t do, say or don’t say, deserves the kind of riches afforded to royalty.

    Now, you might think I’m talking about castles and jewels and great wealth. I’m not. Well, I am. But metaphorically speaking. The riches we deserve are Unconditional Love and Abundance. Unconditional Love and Abundance are the birthright of every single person that enters this little planet we call Earth.

    How do I know this? By what authority can I make this statement? By Divine Authority. That’s right. Celia McBride, D.A.

    Try something. Set yourself on a rigorous path of healing to free yourself of the shame that keeps you bound to fear. Embark on a spiritual journey that involves prayer and meditation. Each day, make it your practice to seek the Highest Wisdom that is within you. Listen for the Truth. You, too, will come to know It.

    Divine Authority is not for the “chosen” few. You know that expression “Many are called, few are chosen”? There’s a better version: “All are called. Few choose to follow.”

    Choosing to follow the Divine leads to a deeper understanding of who we really are. We are Royal, in every sense of the word.

    Inspiring Message of the Day: I am a Queen. I am a King. The riches of Unconditional Love and Abundance are my birthright. Today I will accept them knowing this is the Highest Truth of All.

    Road Work Ahead

    • April 10, 2010 12:54 pm

    Dearest Readers,

    It’s amazing what can happen in an instant. All of a sudden you’re going along, moving forward, doing the footwork to manifest your vision and WHAM! something blocks your way.

    Yesterday I was in a meeting with a funding organization who has been supporting the making of a feature film I have in development. During the meeting, one of my biggest advocates admitted that she doesn’t like the new version of the script. She liked the old version. She wants me to go back to the old version. The version I just spent five months re-working with a story editor.

    I have to say, I handled the situation very well. Not too long ago I think I would have shrunk like a violet, backpedaled, and said whatever I could to please her. But I didn’t. I was calm, I maintained a sense of authority as the author, and I made valid points to contradict her arguments.

    But I left the office in shock. I got on the bus, which took me over the Burrard Bridge and got off on the other side in a daze. It had been a long week that had begun with five days of the Dawson Film Fest followed by three days of meetings in Vancouver. I was worn out.

    So I began to cry. I’ve blogged before about crying as a healing tool, as a necessary part of the process of change, growth and self-empowerment. Knowing I was just releasing energy that had been building in the form of tension and expectation enabled me to let the tears come. I leaned against a big ol’ tree for support and felt my feelings.

    When the flow of emotion stopped, I moved on, heading back to the place where I was staying to pack and depart on the next leg of the journey, which has brought me to Summerland for a conference. In addition to the cry, I sent an email about the experience to a couple of people who are supporting the project and looked ahead to determine my next steps.

    In short, I allowed myself to feel, I shared with others and then I let it go.

    So today, though I am focused on other things and that helps, I feel quite surrendered about what might or might not happen next. Having faith means trusting that whatever comes down the pipe can be interpreted as Higher Guidance. Prayer and meditation will now assist in bringing further clarity and help determine my next steps.

    I’ll keep you posted.

    Inspiring Message of the Day: I will continue to interpret “road blocks” as part of the puzzle of the journey ahead. I will practice interpreting everything that happens to me as sign posts on the road map to my Highest Good.

    Look Around

    • April 9, 2010 8:48 am

    Dearest Readers,

    Today I leave Vancouver and head to a conference in Summerland. Don’t you just love the name of that place? A land where it is always summer. That is probably not the case but the image is sure nice.

    I’ve been inspired by so many things these last few days. There was a great line in a movie made in the eighties called Wall Street that went something like, “There are eight million stories out there.” The guy who said it was referring to the people of New York.

    Here in Vancouver, there may only be 2 million people but that is still a lot of stories and a lot of things going on.

    For instance, the woman I’m staying with went to an event hosted by the Feminist Historical Society last night. This is a group of woman who are committed to writing the history of feminism in Canada because guess what? It hasn’t been written yet.

    I myself attended a film industry mixer and met all kinds of different people. One of them was a man who is one of the top gaffers in the city but has a dream of directing his own screenplay one day.

    Everyone has a story. Everyone has a dream. Sometimes, when I’m in the Big City, I stop, look around and observe people one by one, taking them in as I say, “That person has a full life, that person has a full life…” and so on. It reminds me that I am not the centre of the universe.

    Inspiring Message of the Day: Inspiration is all around us all the time. Every moment we are awake there is something to notice, something to see, something to remind us of the profundity of being alive. Look around!

    Love vs Zombies

    • April 8, 2010 9:30 am

    Dearest Readers,

    Whenever I come to Vancouver (or any other Big City) I like to take in some kind of artistic experience, be it a play, a tour through an art gallery or an excellent film. This particular trip has coincided with TREMORS: a new generation of contemporary theatre, by Rumble Productions and the last couple of nights I’ve been to two of the plays.

    The first one, I’m So Close created by Why Not Theatre, dealt with love and the end of the world. The second one, Cozy Catastrophe by Theatre Melee, dealt with the end of the world and… fear. Interesting mix.

    Where does our obsession with the end of the world come from? Why do films like The Day after Tomorrow and 2012 rake in millions of dollars? What is it all about?

    In the case of the first play I saw it was more about our need to ask deep philosophical questions. The Universe is expanding. One day it will expand so much that it will cease to be. What’s the point? The story explored the idea that Love makes the meaningless of it all somehow meaningful.

    The second play I saw was about aliens and zombies taking over the world. Scared, selfish and, frankly, stupid people try to figure out how to survive. They don’t do a very good job. It was a disaster play. Funny but ridiculous. It was about entertainment, pure and simple.

    Because we don’t have the answer to the Big Question, which is “What are we doing here?”, we will naturally try to figure it out. This is the nature of the human mind. Some of us will ponder the human condition and find hope in the answer (Love) and others will make fun of our situation and find no hope (Zombies Rule).

    There was a time in my life when I was afraid to have hope. If I have hope, I reasoned, I will be disappointed, I will be hurt, I will be vulnerable. It’s easier to not believe in anything, to say, “Who cares?” and live accordingly. But it wasn’t easier. It was harder. It was more painful, more disappointing, more scary.

    Today the hope that I have comes from faith. Faith in Love. Faith that despite the Universe’s expansion and inevitable demise (according to the play it will happen in 150 billion years, which is the approximate age of our current Universe — we’re halfway there — goes by quick, no?) there is a Higher Power and this Power knows us because It is Us and We Are It.

    Not everyone has to agree with me. We’re all on our own individual journey. All I know is that I was guided to this faith. I didn’t create it. It was given to me, shown to me through events and circumstances that were beyond my human control. And that is what continues to feed my own Hope for humanity.

    Like the song says, “It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.”

    Inspiring Message of the Day: Do I have hope? Do I believe in the Power of Love to overcome all obstacles? If not, why not? What is holding me back from having faith in Higher Guidance? Today I will ponder these questions in search of the deepest answers.

    Riding the Bus of Life

    • April 7, 2010 9:05 am

    Dearest Readers,

    The city of Vancouver feels a lot quieter now that the Olympics have left town. There are signs everywhere indicating that the mammoth event did, in fact, take place here, but the incredible buzz that existed during that time is gone.

    What has remained, however, beyond the advertisements and the architecture and the infrastructure, is the connection between the people, the conviviality, and the sense of familiarity that comes when folks have shared something special and so cease to be strangers.

    When I was here in February in the very midst of the Olympic frenzy, I blogged about this connectivity because the experience was so heartening. I remember posting on Facebook something like, “The Olympics is making people talk to each other on the bus! No one talks on the bus!”

    Well, that’s how I know that the city has undergone a true transformation. The global party has changed Vancouverites in an enduring and lasting way because yesterday, on the bus, a woman not only spoke to me but practically became my new best friend.

    Although I’ve become more and more familiar with this city I’m still not totally sure of how to get from A to Z. I got on the bus last night heading to my destination without a really clear idea of what route I should take. When I asked the bus driver, who it turned out didn’t know, a woman sitting near the front piped up with the directions.

    After depositing the fare, I moved up to where the woman sat with her young son and she explained to me how best I could get to where I was going. I thanked her and then her son showed me his Easter rabbit, a small bunny made from plastic crystal snowballs with pink felt ears and black wire whiskers.

    The boy and I began to have a conversation and his mother would join in occasionally, the three of us engaging with one another as though we’d known each other for years. The woman told me I should get off the bus with them at the next stop and then they’d walk a block with me to the transfer point. She was happy to show me the way.

    We got off the bus and continued yakking the way people who are not strangers do. Just then, the woman saw my bus and said I should run for it. I did, waving and thanking her, the boy still talking to me as I ran, shouting after me about his love for dragons, waving back with his little bunny clasped in his hand.

    Now, would this story have happened just has easily if the Olympics had not taken place here? Of course it is possible. Friendly people are everywhere. But it is this familiarity that I feel here now, this sensation of true camaraderie that comes when a group of people have been through something BIG together, that makes this encounter more than just your average everyday friendliness.

    After I got on the second bus and reflected on what had just happened I thought to myself that I should have given that woman my business card or at least asked her if she was on Facebook. It seemed a shame to lose touch so soon after we’d become friends.

    Inspiring Message of the Day: We are all strangers to each other until we are not. It doesn’t take much for us to connect to one another, to remember that we are, in fact, all here on this planet together. Familiar, connected, friends.

    20/20 Vision

    • April 6, 2010 11:59 am

    Dearest Readers,

    They say hindsight is 20/20 and that perfect understanding of an event occurs only after it has happened. I experienced this form of awareness-after-the-fact last night after posting yesterday’s blog.

    There I was, writing about beauty, mystery and Spirit and what a magnificent world we live in and I was in a total fit of temper. I was completely exhausted, the cat was crying incessantly, it was getting later and later and I had to get up super-early to catch a plane. All of this was making my blood boil as I composed an Inspiring Blog!

    It wasn’t until after I fell into bed that the irony of the situation smacked me right between the eyes. How could I have expected to inspire others when I was feeling so uninspired myself? Am I a fraud for even attempting to do so?

    Perhaps. But perhaps not.

    Apparently Mother Teresa experienced profound doubt and depression during her long life of service. Did that lessen the effect she had on the people she was caring for? I don’t think it did.

    Believe me, I’m not comparing myself to Mother Teresa but I am interested in the idea that we can still help people when we are feeling helpless ourselves.

    I once heard a story that Bill Wilson, one of the co-founders of Alcoholics Anonymous, was in a very deep state of depression when he wrote one of the organization’s most helpful books. Has this stopped the book from helping millions of suffering drunks? No.

    But can we really be effective in service to others regardless of our own personal grief? I think Mother Teresa and Bill W. proved that we can. There was a time in my life when I believed that this wasn’t possible, that only the purest of healers could heal. Today, I’m letting go of that rigid way of thinking.

    Last night, while I was writing that blog, I was genuinely trying to create something inspiring. I was making an authentic attempt. The fact that I was not feeling completely inspired while writing it is then rather beside the point. Isn’t it?

    The amazing thing about all of this is that the blog ended up changing how I felt. As I lay in bed reflecting on all of the above, I remembered the Inspiring Message of the Day that I’d just composed. It helped me to connect to the Big Picture, let go of my irritability and relax into a place of peace.

    Maybe that’s why hindsight is 20/20. If the thing has to happen for perfect understanding to occur then I needed this experience to figure it all out.

    Inspiring Message of the Day: I will continue to stay open to the idea that we can be of service to others no matter how we are doing ourselves. I don’t have to be perfectly healed to take part in the healing of others.

    Dance of the Spirits

    • April 5, 2010 10:09 pm

    Dearest Readers,

    Today’s post is being written at the end of the day instead of the beginning due to the fact that I was on the road this morning, traveling back to Whitehorse from Dawson city post-filmfest. I thought about not posting because it is getting late and I am tired but I have committed to posting six days a week for one year come hell or high water, so here I am.

    Last night, after the festival wrapped, I was lying in bed on the top floor of the inn where I was staying listening to the last few stragglers leave the festival building. I’d cracked open the window beside the bed to breathe in the fresh night air and sounds of laughter and footsteps crunching on gravel traveled up and into my room.

    I heard someone yell, “Look up!” and then an immediate cheer from a number of voices. I pulled up the blind and hauled open the window to see what had caused the shouting. I sucked in my breath. The whole sky was alive and dancing with ribbons of pink and green and white.

    The Aurora Borealis.

    I looked down to the street below to see the small crowd of friends gazing up in wonder at the light show. As everyone oohed and aahed, one of them began to play an accordion.

    Was I in a dream? Maybe a film.

    EXT. STREET — NIGHT

    A woman leans out a third-floor window, her chin resting in her hand. Below on the street, a man plays the accordion, softly singing a French lullaby. Above, the black night plays host to technicolour shards of swirling light.

    Maybe a short film.

    This is what Wikipedia tells me I saw: “Auroras are associated with the solar wind, a flow of ions continuously flowing outward from the sun. The Earth’s magnetic field traps these particles, many of which travel toward the poles where they are accelerated toward earth. Collisions between these ions and atmospheric atoms and molecules causes energy releases in the form of auroras appearing in large circles around the poles.”

    Yawn. I just call it magic.

    Inspiring Message of the Day: Beauty! Mystery! Spirits! What a world, my friends. What a world!

    And the Oscar Goes To…

    • April 3, 2010 3:00 pm

    Dearest Readers,

    If you had the opportunity to meet someone who had won an Academy Award, wouldn’t you be tempted to ask him about it? Isn’t it something you’d be curious about despite the frivolity of it all? Come on, admit it. You’d wanna know. Wouldn’t you?

    Yesterday I attended a workshop here at the Dawson City International Short Film Festival with Chris Landreth, who won the Oscar for Best Animated Short Film in 2004. Mr. Landreth is a good speaker and an even better teacher and it was a super-informative session on psychorealism in animation and creative inspiration.

    When the time came for Q&A some of us asked questions about Landreth’s process and personal history and this created all kinds of further fascinating discussion. But not one person asked about the Oscar. So I put up my hand.

    “What’s it like to be the only person in a room who’s won an Academy Award?”

    Pause.

    “To be honest, that all feels like a really f%&$ing long time ago.”

    Oh. Okay. Was this a sensitive issue? Maybe not. Maybe he just gets tired of being asked about it. After all, who cares? Really. It’s just a gold friggin’ statue. Most winners keep it in the bathroom. Or on the top shelf of the walk-in closet. It’s totally meaningless in the Big Picture.

    But I pressed on.

    “You have to admit it’s a huge thing, though, and people want to hear about it, because the Oscars play such a big role in this industry.”

    At that point someone in the audience, a friend of Landreth’s called out, “What were you wearing, Chris?”

    After making a joke about his friend being a shill (a person deliberately planted in the audience to play along — I had to ask him later what he’d meant by that) Landreth admitted the Oscar had been a good thing, he’d had fun, he’d enjoyed it.

    Boy, was I glad. I had begun to feel like an arsehole for even asking about it. I’m a showbiz junkie, I admit it. I’ve got a whole mental filing cabinet of Oscar speeches ready to go. If it’s featherbrained to want to know how winning the biggest award in the entertainment industry has changed a person’s life then, yuppers, I’ve got feathers for brains.

    But come on, man. You won an Oscar. As a storyteller I’m like, hello! Great story opportunity, ya know? Tell us about it why dontcha!

    Sure, it gets tiring answering the same question all the time. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been asked, “So what was your inspiration for the idea behind XYZ?”

    It’s tempting to say, “Oh, God. That is such a boring question. Next!” But I have to remember that I’m in a different place each time the question is asked and the people in this particular audience haven’t heard the same answer I’ve given a thousand times. I consider it my job to be responsive and engaging.

    Don’t get me wrong. Landreth was all of that and more. I was just a little taken aback by the F-Bomb. But I put myself out there to ask the question he’s probably been asked a million times and that’s what I got. It was interesting.

    And he wore a black tux.

    Inspiring Message of the Day: Nothing ventured, nothing gained, folks. And if I ever get a chance to use one of my Oscar speeches and you ask me about it later, I will do my best to give you the full story, even if it’s the 489th time I’ve been asked.