It is the full moon, and our monthly Zen Fusatsu service. During fusatsu we renew the ten basic lay precepts. We commit to ethical and responsible action, with an eye toward serving all beings. We bow and we chant and we vow and for the most part i am totally down with it. It is …
Stop selling shit bikes to women
Step back. This is a bit of a rant. I have been working at the bike shop for almost a year now, and here is a true fact: I have seen many couples come in to buy bikes together, and not once — not ONCE! — have I seen a couple leave with a pair …
A letter to 10-year-old me
Dear little girl with the wild red hair and mad eyes. Buck up kiddo. Here is the life you will lead when you are 50. You will live in a sunny apartment in the coolest neighbourhood in the most beautiful city on earth. Your best buddy will live on the other side of your closet …
The road is full of forks
I am playing this game of trying to cut through my own bullshit. As i shift the pieces i keep finding …ah! look! more bullshit! It is painful and ridiculous, but it feels so true. In spasms of indecision that sometimes feel debilitating, what i am trying to remember is that it doesn’t really matter …
Found my precious thing
I lost my precious thing on the Bicycle Buddha adventure last June. My little black notebook. My archive of jots, quotes, ideas, notes, emails, maps and doodles, the random traces of my mind at work. Somewhere between breaking camp at Fort Rodd Hill and setting up my tent on the beach at the Tawous reserve, …