Canada eh?

16 September, 2009

Cliche title, I know. But I couldn’t help myself.

If you couldn’t tell yet, I have made it up to Canada. I am actually writing this from a VW Westfalia outside a rad contact’s house. That is where I have been sleeping.

Anyways, for those of you who don’t already know this, the Pacific Northwest is absolutely gorgeous. Driving up through Oregon, we stopped in Portland for a night and stayed at an ex-Roadie’s house. The house was amazing, built in 1911 and the walls were lined with books. I kept thinking about how much I would love to live in a house like that, and in such an amazing city… until I heard that it was the 2nd largest city in the US for unemployment… wamp.

Next we drove up through Washington and stayed in s little town near Olympia. Even though we had to spend most our time cooped up in a little coffee shop working away at our tour, I stole the occasional glance outside to see the stunning mountains that surrounded me.

The very next day we entered into Canada, and boy we were pretty nervous about driving a van packed to the brim (and I tell you… this thing is PACKED) with merchandise… but we don’t want the border to know or else we might be taxed. Lawfully of course, but we need all the money we can get right now so that it can go straight to Uganda and not Canada, no offense guys. But I loved that the first thing I saw when I entered Canada was llamas. That just made my day.

That night Brian and I continued our journey up to Kelowna, which is yet another rad city (is anyone starting to see a pattern here?). It’s been really great driving hour after hour with Brian and getting to really now him. We stayed at yet another awesome house that was built in the 1800’s.

Needless to say, my time spent in Canada, though it has been pretty stressful with plenty of sleep deprivation, has been beyond pleasant. So many trees.

But now I must get some shut-eye before another chalk full day of screenings and booking. Hopefully I can grab some free time to post some pictures. Until then…

Peace and Love,



A Thousand Apologies

1 September, 2009

I will begin this post by with this disclaimer: I have come to realize that I have fallen in the inevitable drought of postings. When I began this dialogue with the internet (also known as a blog), I told myself that I would update frequently, everyday perhaps. But the subtle truth has revealed itself, and I have not been able to keep up with my initial pledge.

C’est la vie. No?

That’s what happens in life, right? We get busy. And I must say, that even though I have been busy this past month, working for Invisible Children has had an amazingly profound effect on my self. And I say “self” for multiple reasons. There have been more than a handful of nights where I felt as though my soul, heart and mind were at the brink of explosion. I have learned so much about just how much stuff the human self can really absorb and retain. But the key ingredient to keeping all the thoughts, feelings, emotions, information, and such inside is one’s intensity and willingness to learn about that particular subject matter. If I were on the same crash course for Calculus as I am for the conflict in Eastern Africa, I probably would explode. But when I am learning about a topic that I love, Uganda, and the conflict that resides there, my self becomes a porous vessel – itching to be filled.

And filled it is becoming.

From inspirational training sessions with Jason about the importance of our personal story, to Laren discussing the history of this conflict, to Ben Keesey discussing communication skills, to Tom Shadyak talking about the truth of the world. I am lapping it all up as a dehydrated dog laps water.

And I constantly want more.

What a great feeling. I will come out and say that this is the most impactful experience of my young life thus far. And I have yet to hit the road. The journey and growth that awaits me on those long stretches of asphalt is what I have been looking forward too for a long time… and it is a week off. So to all those who have supported me, whether it be financially or other, I want to thank you for making this experience a reality.

I suppose the purpose of this post is to say sorry for not posting, to give you a super loaded idea of what I have been doing, and to tell you that I love and appreciate all of you.

Dream Big. Safe Journeys.

There Is So Much More

1 September, 2009

This song speaks a thousand words to my soul.

When I heard the news,
my heart fell on the floor.
I was on a plane on my way to Baltimore.
In these troubled times it’s hard enough as it is.
My soul has a known a better life than this.

I wonder how so many can be in so much pain,
while others don’t seem to feel a thing.
Then I curse my whiteness
and I get so damn depressed.
In a world of suffering,
why should I be so blessed?

I heard about a women who lives in Colorado.
She built a monument of sorts behind the garage door,
where everyday she prays for all whom are born
and all whose souls have passed on.
Sometimes my trouble gets so thick,
I can’t see how I’m gonna get through it.
But, then I’d rather be stuck up in a tree
then be tied to it.

There is so much more.

I don’t feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit.
I cant get used to my bodys limits.
I got some fancy shoes to try and kick away these blues.
They cost a lot of money but they arent worth a thing.
I wanna free my feet from the broken glass and concrete.
I need to get out of this city.
Lay apon the ground stare a hole in the sky,
wondering where I go when I die.
…When I die.

-Brett Dennen