Today I felt like giving some flowers away again. It's a thing I do both random and spontaneously. Most of the time I have no idea who I'll give 'em to...just walk down Baker Street til I see the right someone...it doesn't even matter if I know them or not. If I'm strollin' down the road and someone actively likes them and asks who they're for, I'll say, "It's random flower givin' away day and today I got 'em for you apparently." Those are fun ones. Creating huge unexpected smiles from outta nowhere.
Kyla has such an amazing shop in Bella Flora too. I like going there. Everybody should go there.
When I was walking past the CIBC two completely different things happened at the same time. Scotty was yelling at me from across the street, hoping they were for him. :) As he was yelling and laughin' at me, I heard a guy going into the bank say to his kid, "He's got flowers...someone's in the dog house."
I yelled back to Scotty, "Not today, and it's too bad 'cause they smell awesome." Then I laughed at him. As I was doing that, in my mind I was thinking of that guy going into the bank. The guy seemed like a clueless moron to me who really doesn't get it. Is that the reason so many guys get flowers to give...to get out of the doghouse? That's ridiculous. I choose to live by this thought instead...
"No reason is the best reason to give."
I find that giving for no reason at all is the purest form of giving there is because it is truly untarnished and vibrant in intention.
Random thought for the day
(November 8, 2018) Today was random flower giveaway day again. I had no intention as to who I was gonna give some flowers to this time, but I went in to see Kyla at Bella Flora nonetheless, just thinking that I'd figure it out once I was there, which is typically my norm.
As soon as I walked in the door, I knew who was gonna get the flowers on this day. I started gigglin' when it hit me: SCOTTY!!
I remembered the above day on the previous year when Scotty jokingly yelled across the street to me, asking if the flowers I had were for him. Well, time to make good on my promise! Haha...so, I got him his flowers.
Of course, Kyla effortlessly whipped together an awesome bouquet again. (I'm never not amazed watching her do that.)
I had to quickly refresh his memory when I rolled into his work to give them to him. The two of us immediately turned it into a bit of an improv comedy routine. The only thing I really remember was him saying, "You know how many times a dude has brought me flowers? Never!"
Well, Scotty...today's the day!
I just whipped this off. I haven't read it. I titled it "Exposing Her Soul" 'cause it was the only line I could remember...
"Exposing Her Soul"
Haunted by her beauty
The weight of her strength
It makes me believe
It makes me see
Hope for something more
Thriving in thought
The courage she has
Taking a chance
Exposing her soul
For the first time
It makes her scared
Embracing her fears
She lets go
Taking a chance
A new step forward
A fork in her road
A choice not known
Putting it all on the line
Diving in blind
She lets go
Exposing her soul
Finding her strength
A new way to her
Unbeknownst to her
Stronger than she knew
The strength in an embrace
Of her fears
Of her tears
Power in vulnerability
Exposing her soul
The strength that it holds
Setting her free
From shackles of pain
Holding her down
Aching in her heart
Embracing her fear
She became free
Shedding a veil
Shadowing her light
She began to shine
She began to find
A calming influx
Infusing a sense of peace
Soothing her turmoil
Those first steps
Her blind leap
Into a new unknown
Finding her courage
She let go
Exposing her soul
My mom just sent me this in the mail. It is a painting of my Honey Bear. My first doggie who was the best doggie ever. She came with me everywhere I went.
**I am guessing it was painted from this photo Phil Best (www.bestphotos.ca) took of her on the day he came up to my place in the bush.
We were an amazing team in the bush. If a bear charged me, she would charge it. If a bear charged her, I would charge it. We both bailed each other out of some real close calls on the mountain because we had 100% trust in each other.
Honey Bear was the exception to the rule...allowed where other doggies weren't. She was the triathlon doggie, the spa doggie, the ski lodge doggie, the ball court doggie...the everything doggie. If she wasn't invited, I wasn't coming. Most of the time I swear people only invited me places so they could see her.
I feel like I really let her down at the end of her life. That was somewhat because I moved her to town after she lived her life in the bush, but really it was for entrusting her with a terrible vet in Nelson who refused to see her after telling me she was in desperate need of serious help on the night she died. I can't get past that bad decision on my part that cost Honey Bear her life.
When Honey Bear died I received messages from around the world...Australia, Europe, The States, and all over Canada. People loved her. I still have a hard time with her being gone. Best doggie ever!
The painting is amazing, but it is showing me that I am still holding onto that pain of the way she left me. I loved her that much. People who know me know I love fierce with everything I got. With Honey Bear, It was the two of us against the world and I was devastated when she died. I have long thought about getting a painting of her done though, so I am very grateful for my mama sending me this.
Thanks ma. Love you!
October 8, 2017
I am behind with the training I had envisioned for myself for my swim next summer. With my target being the meteor shower on August 11 or 12, 2018, I wanted to give myself a full 10 months of full steam training because I know I have a long way to go.
I am aware of my body completely collapsing and falling apart, but that is a part of daily life, so I don't acknowledge it too much other than hoping I stay glued together 'cause I really wanna take a crack at this swim...and hopefully the two bonuses of hiking to and from the flagpole, and then riding back home outta town.
I had a horrible past 10-11 months and needed to reel my psyche back in. I laid low, and simply blobbed out. I definitely put on weight despite how much it grossed me out. (Someday I'll write something proper about what I feel about unnecessary excess body fat on my body.) Excess fat, when you are in the obesity range, feels like sludge that hangs off you all over your body, but never falls off. It is just there. It disgusts me, and I really do hate feeling it on my body and carrying around day and night. I also hate what it does to my breathing, and my chest when I am walking hills...and everything is a hill when you live in the mountains.
I'll need to get back in my wetsuit from my racing days for this swim. I'm not too sure where my weight is at, as I rarely ever step on a scale, but I am guesstimating that I'll need to drop roughly 60 lbs of fat and put on 15-20 lbs of muscle.
As much as it disgusts me, for my mind, I really did need to blob out this spring/summer. I had started working out, but then some more crazy shit had happened early in the summer after a local suicide at the start of July, and it kinda kicked my mind back in the gutter.
The emotional mess that I was in sapped any sense of physical strength I might have had. I unplugged from the outside world, and instantly started feeling a bit more clear. It was then that I had the idea for my swim. I was excited for that, but sad that I would have to wait until next summer for my shot at it.
With my swim not able to happen until next summer, I decided to ride out the rest of this one like a sack of shit. Loungin' around and simple floating down at the river. Not really thinking about it, I formulated the plan to give myself 10 months to train, which meant I wanted to hit full stride by October 11th or 12th.
I was gonna enjoy blobbing until the end of September despite feeling like a fat piece of shit. I know once I flip the switch I will bring in discipline all around...exercise training as well as nutrition, etc. I had a few stumbles over the past year within this realm of thought, but that was directly attributed to the shit I was going through. This time will be different.
I wrote a post on my facebook page on September 8th, and followed it up with another the next day about the original collapse of my body.
After I posted these I got a message from Monica, who is an instructor at the Chinese Medicine School in Nelson. (She is also the step-mom to Leigha, my roommate over the winter and spring.) Monica asked me to be a part of one of her classes she teaches...to use me to teach her class about doing an initial patient intake. (I think they do that every year) On top of that she offered me a free treatment as well...which was really kind of her.
I had the intention of using the first part of October to warm my body back up into working out. I would ease my way into it, and have any initial aches worked outta my body, so I could then hit full stride for October 11.
My treatment with Monica was on October 3rd. I am writing a separate thing about that, but I will say this, it was elaborate and intense. It really threw my body outta whack. I still feel a bit off, but could not wait any longer to get at it 'cause I don't want to start into all this with excuses towards slacking off.
I am glad I have finally taken the first step towards changing my body around, and preparing myself for this swim. I am hoping to come outta the winter in a more conditioned body and mind, and having shed all the layers of garbage that I have been enduring since the end of autumn last year. It will be nice to have myself cleaned out and fresh to go forward and try to do some good positive things again.
Ryan Wells at The Commodore - Written and posted on Facecrack on April 9, 2017
This is a really great photo. It instantly flooded me with several thoughts...
I think about things like when your mom gave me a lifetime hockey ban in her house when you were 11. I was over for dinner. I put what I made in the oven then went into the living room to hang out with you. We got talkin' about hockey. A hilariously heated argument over who was the best goalie.
To begin with...you were an 11 year old kid who thought he could stand with me in a sporting trash talk war. Haha...bad call kid! I gave you a few pokes to get you goin', and when I did you got this huge smile on your face. Then your arrogant little ass started takin' shots at me to purposely wind me up. You and your shit-eatin' grin. I knew that you were doin' that on purpose, so I obliged you and let you have it...to the max. The more I dug in the bigger your smile grew.
In the height of the fun we were having I heard your mom call my name and ask me to come into the kitchen. I got up and walked around the corner and saw her there in tears. She had only heard what was goin' on, and had not seen how much fun we were havin'. Your mom thought I was being a total asshole berating her little boy. I started laughing and explained what was going on and that you were totally loving it...that everything was cool.
As soon as I had your mom at ease with what was actually happening, she started gigglin'. Even though she was gigglin', she motioned with her arms as she said, "That's it! I don't wanna hear another thing about hockey." So I started laughin', and egged her on to the point of...
-Not even hockey stick?
-Not even Wayne Gretzky?
-But it's Wayne Gretzky!
"That's it, no more hockey ever again! You're banned for the rest of your life from anything to do with hockey in my home. I don't want to hear another word! That's it!"
When she said that, I looked at you and said, "I guess that's that! Can't talk about hockey anymore! Bummer maaan!"
Then I got yelled at again 'cause I said the word 'hockey.' I turned to you though 'cause you were laughin' just as much as I was. I can safely say you thoroughly enjoyed watching your mom lay that lifetime ban on me. It was pretty hilarious. It wasn't the last time we'd get yelled at from gettin' carried away though. I mean, we even found a way to take crab-apple golfin' on the beach too far.
You phoned me a few times to come watch some world football with you during the 2002 World Cup and the 2004 Euro Cup. (Who would have ever thought Greece would win that shit!) The first Euro Cup game I came over to watch with you was the best. You phoned me up at 5 or 5:30am or some shit on a Sunday morning. The last thing you told me was to come downstairs, but be quiet 'cause your mom was sleepin'.
I get to your house and come downstairs. We start watchin' the game. One of the teams was one I just freakin' hate 'cause they're notoriously whining, diving babies who need to be punched out and replaced with real men with integrity. The easiest thing to say next is that you followed my lead, and I wasn't there 10 minutes before your mom was cursin' us out to shut up from up in her room. We'd quiet down a bit, but kept gigglin', which quickly escalated into more shenanigans. Each time we'd get even rowdier until inevitably your mom was standin' at the bottom of the stairs cursing us out again. She told me I already had a lifetime hockey ban, and asked me if I wanted a lifetime soccer ban too. That probably wasn't the best thing for her to say 'cause it only made us both laugh more.
Maaaaan...your poor mother. She's so awesome!
Some years later, I saw you at REO's video store just before you were about to get your first ever bit of gear 'cause you wanted to get into DJ'n. I said, "Sweet. Do you know how to do that?" With another one of your big shit eatin' grins you said, "Nope...but the only way to learn is throw yourself right in isn't it?!" Then you started gigglin'!
I asked you what your stage name was gonna be if you had one in mind. You said, "Ryan Wells! That's the name my mom gave me, and I don't need another name." I was thinkin' to myself, "How fuckin' awesome is that?! Everyone's got all their ridiculous made-up names and he just throws down as himself." I remember feeling I had a lotta respect for that. (To this day, every time I see one of your posters, I still think of when you told me that before you even began doing all of this, and I smile.)
Now lookkit you, yuh suave mutha-fucka! Tearin' that shit up...all the way up! Photos from all over the place...even one with Ice Cube! ICE MUTHA-FUCKIN' CUBE maaaaaan!!! Daaaaaamn!!! Throwin' down at Shambhala...and this shit at The Commodore. You continually blow my mind, but at the same time, I don't find surprise in what you do. I always knew you'd freakin' crush it, and you're just living the inevitable as far as I'm concerned and I love watching it unfold.
This one of you at The Commodore Ballroom though... This is somethin' really special as far as I'm concerned. When I saw The Mickey Hart Band at The Commodore I got to go backstage after the show with some good friends. It was pretty excellent. I said "Hi" to Mickey, and then went and sat down next to Vince. I was sittin' on the Floor, and Sean was on the couch right behind me. I said "Hey Vince." Everyone started pullin' out spliffs and bowls. Vince looked at me, gave me a fat bag of herb, and asked me to start rollin' spliffs. I said, "OK...How many?" With a 'matter of fact' look on his face, he said, "All of it," then he started grinnin' and said, "we're leaving, and I gotta smoke it all before I cross the border in about an hour, so we should roll it up." So, I happily got at it. I enlisted Sean to help so we could pump them out. I broke it up, put it in papers, and then without lookin', I'd stick my left arm up in the air so Sean could take it and roll it. When he was done I'd reach my right hand up. He put the spliff in it while I raised my left one with the next one broken up and in the paper. I'd spark the one Sean would hand me, have a couple draws, then pass it to Vince. It was a continuous cycle til the herb was done. Me and Sean and Vince got superbly roasted. Smile, smile, smile!!!
When I was gettin' started on the first one a buncha people started askin' Vince questions and stuff. I passed him the first spliff and next thing I knew the two of us got totally immersed into a conversation about surfing. (Surfing stands side by side with The Grateful Dead as the greatest things to ever exist. The very best things in the entire history of things.)
That surfing conversation made its way to us talking about tequila because Vince had just been on a surfing trip in Mexico and he indulged in some of the gnarly nectar. I told him I would way rather eat LSD, it's not nearly as messy. He liked that.
It was one of those very surreal moments of my life...sitting there gettin' roasted as fuck while me and Sean, one of closest best bros of my life, rolled spliffs for a keyboardist of the Grateful Fuckin' Dead...who I was deep in conversation with about surfing and tequila. That was not lost upon me. It still isn't.
The next time I was at The Commodore was when me and Chad went to see the Leafs - Canucks. That was the year the boys made it three rounds deep in the play-offs. (For those who don't know...that's miraculously amazing for us.) It was great. We carpooled with Dano and Timmy. There were a couple hilarious pit stops along the way for sure. (Put Dano, Timmy, and Chad together and watch the hilarity ensue...it's pretty much guaranteed.)
For the game we had sweaters, blue wigs, painted faces with stickers, signs and the whole deal. Me and Chad were right off the ice. Our seats were right beside a couple who had season tickets and were both wearing Canucklehead sweaters that were autographed by the whole team. They Hated us! That made us both happy that just our presence could get under the skin of their sorry-for-their-luck-Canauck-bastard-selves!
Chad and I could see Dano and Timmy in their seats too. Even though we were sections away from each other we still were able to enjoy the game together...and Liquid Larry too! (Fuck that guy was fun.) Eddie the Eagle was standing on his head as we drown out stupid Canuck-dom with, "Ed-die, Ed-die" chants in their own building! He shut them out. We Win!! Canucks can suck it! It was awesome!
Outside after the game we saw Brent Sopel (Defenceman for Vancouver) arguing with his girlfriend/wife. We all thought that was hilarious. We saw a few other Canucks too, but I didn't give a shit 'cause they were only Canucks and not worth caring about as far as I was concerned. (I still feel the same today...only more. )
Probably the literal definition of serendipity for me in my life happened next though. Chad and I decided we should try our luck at the sold out Spirit of the West show. As soon as that was in our heads we scurried to the hotel so we could get cleaned up. When we were ready we strolled on up to the Commodore...and had a smoke on the way.
There were people everywhere looking for tickets when we got there. We picked our spot to try n' score some tickets. I kinda just stood there all baked and zoned out watchin' the people. After a quick couple moments I simply said, "This is gonna be a tough find." With a convinced, yet optimistically serious look on his face Chad said, "Don't give up bro, you never know, some guy might've gotten stood up and wanna get rid of his tickets." I started laughin'. Chad said, "No...I'm serious...it's happened to me before." We both had only just started laughing at that as a cab rolled up to the curb. This guy in a suit and trench coat pops outta it, B-Line's straight towards us, and says, "You guys need tickets? I just got stood up and I don't wanna go now, so I have two tickets." Me and Chad looked at each other with big-ass grins and said, "Hell yeah!" It happened literally that fast. That wasn't just a good call, Chad, that was the greatest call ever! Me and him were psyched as fuck! We went in, found Dano spinning in the back, and then all got to gruuvin'. It was great!
When I looked at this shot of you playing the Commodore for the first time, and each time since, I get flooded with all these years of amazing memories. So many people have stories like this of their own from that place. Now you're helping people create new ones for themselves. I don't know how to say the proper words for the amount of happy it makes me feel to see this image of you bro! From a lifetime hockey ban and crab-apple golf to throwin' down at Shambhala and blowin' the roof off The Commodore Ballroom... Seein' you grow from a hilarious little punk kid through all of this has been really great.
Keep crushing it Ryan! I always look forward to seeing what you do next!
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I am a simple guy who likes to dream of the impossible and go after it. I have found fun in writing about my journey as well as other things that inspire me too.