Tonight, I am re reading my blog on The poetry dervish. Some of it in French is rather ok. Some of it in English is rather wild. Stories of reincarnations, Jesus as a neighbour etc etc. My worldview was very fertile until it became dysfunctional for real in 2021.  I have long thought 2019-2020 were my happiest years of creativity. In a way, they were. But boy was I ever stone all throughout! I am curious to see what i will come up with in terms of written words now that i dont smoke (The haiku book of june 2021 is an example, where I had 3 months of sobriety from pot but was yet not convinced I had  acannabis use disorder at the time). 

So you can catch up with us, I will let you see a few pictures of January 5th, after a few days of snowing ( a rare thing in BC). We had a beautiful white christmas in 2021 and the snow stayed for about 3 weeks. It was pure enchantment.