Heaven's a Julep on the Porch...

Hello again. These past few weeks have been a whirlwind and I’ve done a less than grand job of documenting anything. Nothing. That’s what I’ve documented. Nothing at all. Well, maybe a little. But only very little. I can’t help but laugh that my last post was titled I’m eager, young, and starry eyed, because these last few days (although extremely fun) have left me feeling more along the lines of someone who is tired, aged, and jumping at the opportunity to be alone and nap. But it’s a good feeling. It’s been one adventure after the next, balancing time with family, travels, and work. Because yes, I do work. Although I’ve had a remind myself of this these last few weeks.

And as I sit here on this ferry from Vancouver Island to the mainland with my thoughts drifting to a million other places than the work that I should be doing, I can’t help but think of a conversation I had at a bar last night in which a new friend reminded me so offhand and casually that nothing lasts forever so we must jump at the opportunities to travel, spend time with those we love, learn and master things that take us outside our comfort zones, and surround ourselves with those who inspire and draw us in. Life is too fleeting to live with our guards up, our eyes closed, and our doubts holding us back.

Go. Do. Play. Travel. Sing. Live. Love.

Florida is calling and I must go.

You weren't just a girl that I should meet. You were the girl that I would meet...

ps: I'll be playing with some musical peaches next week. Details here.


I'm Eager, Young, and Starry-Eyed...

My student's grades are submitted, the afternoon sun is shining over the mountains, and my mind is drifting to next week's adventure to places both new and old. I met with my advisor earlier this week to lay out research plans for the summer and somewhere in our discussions our conversation drifted to song writing versus science writing. We began deconstructing the process of each and what makes a good song and in that moment I knew I had made a right life choice years ago accepting this position in Vancouver in her lab. 

Sometimes a little nod from life reminding you that you're going in the right direction is all you need to make the ordinary seem exceptional.

The song below doesn't hurt either.

Shakey Graves is no stranger to these parts.

Happy weekend. Enjoy.


It Hurts to Be Dancing Round Your Telephone...

ad·ven·ture: noun. an unusual and exciting, typically hazardous, experience or activity.

I feel that since Taylor's arrival (and subsequent departure) it's just been one adventure after another with no signs of slowing down anytime soon. I realized today that I have a backlog of photos from the past few weeks and that I've been meaning to share. I could easily split this into three separate posts, but if you've already made it this far, you might as well just stick it out for the full summary. So here we go, allow me to explain the photos above:

Photos 1-4: Jessica returned to town last week to defend her Masters Thesis in Architecture at UBC and my oh my did she ever rock it! She's a super-star in so many ways. Between my work, finishing up her thesis project, and hosting a small army of folks for a house concert (a huge thanks to all of you who came out and tuned in via periscope), we've managed to find time to get out, catch up, and visit our favorite spots in the city. It's been so so good having her back!

Photo 5: I've decided that I must have one of the best jobs in the world. Last Thursday my lab group ventured over to Vancouver Island for a few days of ambling amongst the old growth forests. Waking to the view of the Olympic Mountains looming across the water was simply breathtaking. Complete with craft brews, home-cooked meals, guitar-filled nights of music, and great conversation, the weekend was a moment to catch our breath and forget about work for a while. 

Photos 6-8: The first stop on our tour of old growth forests was Avatar Grove. The fellas from the Ancient Forest Alliance so graciously acted as our tour guides and took us to all of the best spots on the southern portion of the island. We saw some of the burliest and gnarliest trees the continent has to offer.

Photo 9-11: Meet Big Lonely Doug. Perhaps one of the loneliest trees in all of Canada, Doug stands in the middle of a clear-cut surrounded by a field of huge stumps. The 2nd largest Douglas Fir in all of Canada this tree is unbelievably impressive. Note that the tree in photo 10 is the same one we are surrounding in photo 11. It's hard to capture its sheer magnitude of these giants in photos. It's unreal.

Photo 12: This is me in one of my happy places. Jess and I have made it down to the swings nearly every day we've both been around. Regardless of the city, I make it a point to never pass up a swing set

I feel the need to mention too in this post that today has been a true recovery day. A much needed break after all of the on-the-go adventures of late and all of the soon-to-be adventures on the horizon. It's been a slow, sleepy, semi-productive rainy Saturday at home. Jess and I have been in pajamas most of the day, albeit for the hour time slot we slipped out for a mid-afternoon breakfast and seaside swing session. Needless to say, things are getting on just famously here in the PNW.

I've spent nearly every morning for the last three weeks waking up and dancing around to the tune below. No shame in admitting that one.

Still in love. I'm still in love. Are you?


ps: special thanks to Andy, Ken and TJ Watt photography for the excellent tour and for capturing our old growth ambles on film.


Taylor and the Pacific Northwest...

I've found that too many times in this life our shortcomings, failures, and unrealistic expectations of ourselves leave us with the inability to truly connect with others. Walls are built, barriers are made and we create facades to mask our fear of not having all of life's details figured out. I'm lucky to have to the lovely lady above in my life. One who I am unafraid to be truly seen by.  One who calls me out when I'm being unpleasant or lazy or using my words to sting. One who loves me despite my mounds of imperfections. One who sees the good in even the most impossible of situations. My sister. Taylor, you are one of the most genuine and real people that I know. I'm so happy for your visit. I can't wait for you to come back again soon. We have many many more mountains to climb.

I simply love each of every one of these photos. T, you're a beauty in every sense of the word. Oh, my Taylor.


ps: Marius says that I should mention that the frequency of random men paying us mind as we walk down the street has significantly decreased since Taylor's departure. i.e. it's back to zero. Ha! We miss you already, T. 



Happy Birthday, Mamma...

Happy birthday to the one lady in the world who just gets it. Everything. She is my role-model, mentor, best friend, and biggest fan. She is my mother. 

This woman never ceases to amaze me. Just this morning she was telling me how I should rap more in the songs I write. I think she's spot on. Seriously.

Mom, I hope to be as cool as you when I grow up.

The video below is who I was telling you I went down to Seattle to see this past weekend. I think you will approve.

"Courtney?! We LOVE Courtney" - Christian Litwiller, April 2016

Happy birthday. I love you. xoxx