I had to wake up early today after a relatively short night of sleep. The car needed an extra anti-theft device and this gave me an opportunity to go east of Montreal, in an area that I know very well because I spent a good part of my childhood and all my teenage years there. Living closer from the center of city and considering with my wife what is the next level to our lifestyle and where best to flourish has a family and individual, it was moving to go back east and take in deep breath the source of where I come from and realizing how much I wanted to get away from it!
There is nothing new or revolutionary about where I come from... like so many North Americans and even people from other parts of the world, I dreamed, wept and imagined escaping from the Mega mall, huge avenues and parking lot where as a pedestrian, there is no comfortable place for something other than cars and malls. I never realized before today how much I disliked the place and how many emotional memories are connected to the experience of life in the suburb as I lived it in the city of Montreal. It made me realize that with my Haitian and Quebec origins, my modest upbringing where the ideal place of inner confrontation. Growing up, there was the world outside my religious and culturally time zoned education and the source of conflict it brought as a native canadian, growing up in an Haitian cultural context.
So this blog will be dedicated to what I considered the path, the invisible road that we start to trace since our first day on earth and probably before too. I will share here, what the view is like for me. Today, when I look back at my origins, my religious and cultural background, the current state of my life and the profound shift that life is asking us to do every day. I feel inspired, playful, and I feel ready to leave a bit of my seriousness and sense that every thing should be perfect just to taste the pleasure of sharing. Welcome on the path, hopefully, I will see you often here and beyond. I feel artful, fearless and full of heart.
There is nothing new or revolutionary about where I come from... like so many North Americans and even people from other parts of the world, I dreamed, wept and imagined escaping from the Mega mall, huge avenues and parking lot where as a pedestrian, there is no comfortable place for something other than cars and malls. I never realized before today how much I disliked the place and how many emotional memories are connected to the experience of life in the suburb as I lived it in the city of Montreal. It made me realize that with my Haitian and Quebec origins, my modest upbringing where the ideal place of inner confrontation. Growing up, there was the world outside my religious and culturally time zoned education and the source of conflict it brought as a native canadian, growing up in an Haitian cultural context.
So this blog will be dedicated to what I considered the path, the invisible road that we start to trace since our first day on earth and probably before too. I will share here, what the view is like for me. Today, when I look back at my origins, my religious and cultural background, the current state of my life and the profound shift that life is asking us to do every day. I feel inspired, playful, and I feel ready to leave a bit of my seriousness and sense that every thing should be perfect just to taste the pleasure of sharing. Welcome on the path, hopefully, I will see you often here and beyond. I feel artful, fearless and full of heart.
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