Until we meet again

After a scary night where I woke up with half my swallowing reflex gone (a result of sleeping in an old building with the windows not open), I saw my Saltspring Island friend, Ranaan, for what will be the last time until probably next summer. Like me, Ranaan is also getting these amazing Brainstate treatments (but more about that later!).

We walked along the seawall of Victoria, him tired from three hours of sleep, as he's been sleeping outside in the cold each night, unable to bare it in the place he rented. He's finishing his first set of Brainstate treatments next week, then he's off to his usual winter escape--woolfing at an organic farm in California for the winter.

I'd just had another night of dreams of house-hunting (I've had to endure these creepy dreams for years now) I wasn't in much of a mood to converse, but didn't know when I'd see him again.

We serendipitously met about four years ago on the island. He was one of my saviours along the way by telling me about a German doctor who was giving magical craniosacral treatments which I initially scoffed at but which gave me such clarity of mind that I wanted to do them daily. They showed me (though I basically knew this from yoga) the inherent beauty and power of the body to heal what others call psychosomatic or incurable--MCS. Gently moving bones and fascia in the body not only helps drain toxins from cerebralspinal fluid but affects the nervous and immune systems also, magically entailing the body's own healing powers.

It felt like time hadn't changed at all; me wondering how to find the right housing situation, and Ranaan talking about how much time he feels he's wasted--endlessly moving from one place to another; I've seen him do this for years, paying rent and not even sleeping indoors at the place he rented. I pay rent, sleep indoors, then I lose rent since I have to ditch the place and signed a lease! In February, I slept on the lanai at the house I was staying at; the bedroom was beautiful but too moldy. I'm looking for a warm place to do that again.

One of us has to stop our circular path though or life isn't going to change; he's not going to make a living being the great songwriter he is, I'll never write my dream article for the New Yorker, and it will be like a bad reply of the infamous poster, "Boulevard of Broken Dreams". I may just have to rent pricier places that aren't moldy, be able to write more and it will all even out. Makes sense to me.

I'm off to Vancouver to a short term rental that has an organic bed; the rental from LA didn't pan out--I decided to not repeat the mistakes of renting with unknown roomates, carpeted places, even when the person sounds great. My life is too complicated as it is, so off to a new life of simplicity and greater clarity I go.

Leaving once again

Yesterday was the last day of cleaning up my apt at Jane's (where I basically lost two months' rent). I took the last few bags out--it only took me about two weeks to move out of there fully since I could only handle it in there for an hour at a time even with the windows open. I ended up with about 15 boxes of stuff--papers, clothes, computer stuff, vitamins, juicer, printer, etc.. Which to mail back to Toronto, which to keep here? I decided to just keep the necessities here so that when I do find a place, I'll have what I need handy.

I UPS'd five boxes, gave five more to a friend to hold, and five are in a small storage that I'll use while I'm here. I've repeated this tiring cycle many times in the past six years of coming to BC to escape the pollution of toronto.

Luckily, the tenant below (Corrie) was quite empathetic and understood why I had to cancel my rent cheque when I mistakenly bounced the $2000 cheque I'd written to the therapist giving me brainwave training (I thought she'd cashed it and she hadn't until too late). Now I had none left for rent when I had to rent a new place!

Corrie was quite empathetic and has been one of my angels of late during a period which has turned into an unexpected nightmare (Maybe should have maybe just rented the good place I saw a few months ago even though it was quite near hydro tower fields!). Then she gave me a big hug goodbye. For a person who has never met an MCSer, she's been an angel in disguise.