Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! I think I like school again! DEADline deceased. We are doing art again! I can finally feel of value again! I did not sleep last night trying to live up to my expectations and now it's 3.30, my love awaits downstairs and for now I AM FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Working again in colour. Once again my art is my strength, not my crime. I am so looking forward to the end of this time- but, then- what? Lonely Planet, Jim Henson, me, love?...what direction do I follow...ah who cares; first hurdles first...

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The Mik-Maq

OK- surfing here. I have discovered the mic-maq people of the Eastern Maritimes of Quebec. They had their own language, which the name, "Quebec", comes from, meaning straight... I am confused, though, because I thought it came from the French work, bec, meaning beak, nose, kiss;- as in the mouth of the waters, where the city lies.

"The fact that the Mik'Maq people’s language, culture and spiritualism has survived for centuries is based on the creation story. Respect for their elders has given them wisdom about life and the world around them. The strength of their youth has given them the will to survive. The love and trust of their motherhood has given them a special understanding of everyday life.

Among the Mik'Maq people, the number seven is very meaningful. There are seven districts for distinct areas which encompasses an area of land stretching from the Gaspé coast of Quebec and includes New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island and Nova Scotia. The most powerful spirit medicine is made from seven barks and roots. Seven men, representatives from each distinct area or Grand Council District sit inside a sweat-lodge smoke the pipe and burn the sweet grass. Inside the sweat-lodge, the Mik'Maqs will pour water over seven, fourteen and then twenty-one heated rocks to produce hot steam. A cleansing or purification takes place. A symbolic rebirth takes place and the men give thanks to the Spirit Creator, the Sun and the Earth. They also give thanks the first family, Glooscap, Nogami, Netaoansom, and Neganagonimgoosisgo."

Here is a quote from Crowfoot,Blackfoot warrior and orator

"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath
of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across
the grass and loses itself in the sunset."

Stunning doggy shot

In pet detective mode, I am searching for images of a black dog and this one was so beautiful that I just had to show it...

Le fete d'ete de Quebec

Plans, plans. Here are a few images from this fantastic festival. I have reasons for collating them. Why is yet to come...

















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