Monthly Archive for October, 2011

Heather’s Journal: My Charity Film Screening (a.k.a. How to ask your Community for Help)

All photos by Geoff Clyne Photography

Heyo, SuperForest!

Last month I finally stepped out from behind the computer and put on my very first blog-related event! Yay! For those of you who don’t know, I write a food blog called After the Harvest. After two years of blogging, I decided I wanted After the Harvest to do more and mean more, so I took it into “the real world”.

After reading a tweet from a Barista and Cafe Owner in Croatia, I was alerted to a short film with the same name as my blog. After the Harvest: Fighting Hunger in the Coffeelands is a film about coffee farmers in South America who struggle to feed their families for half the year, and how charities such as Heifer International are helping them.

Upon looking further into this film, I noticed that the producer also produced an amazing feature documentary about local food called Ingredients. Brian Kimmel is the producer I speak of, and his company is called Optic Nerve Productions. Thus, with the inspiration from both films and my need to do more with my blog, the idea for a film screening was born. Heifer International seemed like the perfect charity to benefit, so I got to work making plans and dreaming big.

This photo via Dragon Fitness, rad poster by Jon Marro

Even though I have experience as an event planner, putting this film screening together was no easy task. The biggest obstacle I had to overcome was my fear of asking people for help, but once I pushed past that fear, I was able to send out about a billion emails and I ended up getting enough support to pay for half of the theatre rental!

In the end, the following members of my community (local and not-so-local) assisted me in putting on this event, so, before going any further, I must acknowledge them:

Jon Marro

Castlegarth

Cafe My House

PranaShanti Yoga Centre

Credible Edibles

Renu Massage Therapy and Spa

Green Rebel

Dala

Heatherlyone

Joe Mamma Cycles

Tiny Brushstrokes

Handmade by Fiona Sant

Bridgehead

Siren Bakery

Wall Space Gallery

Geoff Clyne Photography

Dragon Fitness

Beau’s All Natural Brewing Company

C.A. Paradis

BGoods Bakery

The event was a fundraising success and raised $670 to send to Heifer International — you can read more detail about where the money will go on my blog, here.

This blog post is not just about telling you guys about how successful my event was. What I really want to focus on is that, when you ask for help, you will receive. Don’t be afraid to ask your community to help you achieve your dreams and goals. Odds are, when you are passionate and authentic about what you’re trying to do, people will see that and they’ll want to jump on board. When you’re just getting started, like me, sometimes you actually have to ask because if you don’t, people won’t know what you’re up to!

Even now, roughly a month after this event, I am still meeting and talking to people who didn’t hear about my event or didn’t see the advertising. Instead of letting that get me down, I choose to remember those people as potential members of my community who could help me in the future.

I reached out to my local and not-so-local community to help me out, and I was humbled by the response.

So, next time you want to do something from your heart, remember that nobody expects you to do it alone, and chances are, your community wants to help you … they’re just waiting for you to ask.

In community,

SuperForester Heather

Heather’s Journal: My Heart Laughs

magical kauai clouds

Hello SuperForesters everywhere!

Yesterday I attended TEDxOttawa: a day filled with inspiring speeches, spontaneous conversations and soul stirring music. One of the speakers, Nigel Beale, started his talk with a poem by Charles Bukowski called “The Laughing Heart”. Parts of this poem really hit home for me, and I thought you might enjoy it as well. Enjoy!

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

your life is your life

don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. 

be on the watch.

there are ways out. 

there is a light somewhere.

it may not be much light but it beats the darkness.

be on the watch.

the gods will offer you chances.

know them. 

take them. 

you can’t beat death but

you can beat death in life, sometimes.

and the more often you learn to do it, 

the more light there will be. 

your life is your life. 

know it while you have it. 

you are marvelous. 

the gods wait to delight 

in you. 

Remember, SuperForesters: you ARE marvelous and the whole world waits to delight in you!

~SuperForester Heather

One Man’s Trash is Another Man’s…Island?

Yeah, you heard that right.

Rishi Sowa, one of the most SuperForesty SuperForesters alive, constructed two artificial islands. He used plastic bottles to make them float; about 250,000 for one of his islands, and 100,000 for the one pictures below.

 

 

Pretty amazing, right? I collect plastic bottles myself. My sister has OCD and refuses to drink anything but bottled water, but she lets me do as I wish with the bottles. My boyfriend’s grandfather collects them as well and takes them to be recycled, so I give them to him if I don’t construct something out of them.

But this is phenomenal. By far the most innovative and ambitious use for plastic I’ve ever heard of…

Until maybe Ramon Knoester.

This fellow I just mentioned is taking it a step further and has plans to make an ENTIRE ISLAND OUT OF PLASTIC.

And not just any plastic he comes across. He’s going to use the endless plethora of pollution in the Great Pacific Ocean Garbage Patch.

I can not wait to see how these plans go along. I’ve had nightmares about that patch. It’s a horrible, horrible place.

Not cool.

An island made 100% out of that stuff?

Way past cool.

For the full story and a buttload of other neat green stories and ideas, click here!

Love On, SF!

 

 

 

 

 

 

the V Album

Hello Superforesters!

I just returned from my most recent artistic adventure in musiclandia, my second album!

 

It’s called “the V album” and it explores some outrageous and gorgeous reaches of the human experience~

 You can find it on iTunes and www.theValbum.com!

I have scribbled a map, and now I want YOU to strap in and take off!

 Listen to it!

 Watch it!

Boogie down!

www.thevalbum.com  

 You know what I would love the most?!

 If you learned a song and played it for me when you return!

 

Love!

 TV

A Stroke of insight

This talk gave me goosebumps and made me shed a tear. This was what I needed today while I battle some demons that have been tugging at my emotions over the last few weeks. Thank you to the friend who sent this link to me.

 

Which side of the brain will you choose?

I will never win.

Howdy Forest of Superness! It’s been a while since I’ve posted, as it is my nature to randomly disappear and come back like I had NOT randomly disappeared.
I started college. Which, in every way, is a lot like my junior year of high school with more work, more haphazardness, and less bullies. Huzzah!

That isn’t what kept me away from posting though. What kept me away is actually quite depressing. I started to become very down on myself and the world. So down, I was considering suicide, and struggling very much against my wish to do it. Now, why would I have wanted to do a crazy thing like that?
Well, simple. I wasn’t winning. At anything. I wasn’t doing anything of superior importance or excellence. I wasn’t helping anybody. I was being a whiny, violent little brat, and while I was doing it, the world was crumbling before me into a chaotic pile of hate and rage and I wasn’t fixing it.
On top of that, I became very paranoid that every single action I was doing was going to result in my friends/family/boyfriend abandoning me. As a result, I decided to become as outwardly INSANE as possible, to test whether or not it would affect their love for me. I did some very hurtful things, on purpose, to “test” the ones who loved me. See if it sent them astray. For some, it did. For others, it didn’t; but even when it didn’t, I couldn’t help but think “Well golly, now they know how nuts I can be. Surely they’ll realize this soon and leave me anyway, even though I stopped.” I just could not win with myself. No matter what I did, I was doomed to think I was destined to be alone forever and ever.

And then as things go, it was super ultra happy epiphany time.
I suppose one of the reasons I was trying to be Mrs. Pessimistic Fortune Teller was because I always felt I was in control of my life. That I was in charge of what happened to me in every single way. That was something that empowered me for ages and kept me pretty happy up until now.
Because I was wrong.
I can control myself, sure. I can control how I think, what I do, when I do it, who I’m around, where I am. All of that is up to me, and I’m very fortunate in that.
I can NOT and should not try to control my Life. For my Life is dependent on an infinite number of factors I simply can not be in control of. Other people’s will. Natural disasters. Poverty. Luck. Astrology, the zodiac. My Life isn’t something that is supposed to be controlled. It is the Universe itself, and while I’m a pretty nifty part of the universe, I can’t shape it willy-nilly like it were putty. In fact the very idea of having that responsibility is kind of nauseating!

I was trying to fight Life. How silly was I! No matter how insane I was, no matter what mistakes I made or amazing things I did/did not do, it was not up to me to alter the perception of someone else. Even if I had cured cancer, I likely would have somebody in the world telling me I was a jerk for not doing it sooner, or for not trying to cure AIDS instead. Even if I have never done anything significant, I would have family and friends telling me I had saved their lives, showed them great things, and helped them develop as a person.
And as for the world’s state, I’m not God. As cool as that’d be, I’m just not. I’ve pledged to try as hard as I can to be a part of the unit working to make this world a better place, but I can’t do it alone so I should definitely not be depressed that I can’t. That doesn’t make me insignificant, nor does it mean I should give up on Earth. I am Good.
I think this song sums things up nicely. It’s a song I posted before I think, but it can’t be appreciated enough:

What really matters here?
Everything, to an extent. But I’m not the one in charge, now am I?
Is anyone?

So this is a friendly reminder to all of you reading:
In a nutshell, go with the flow.

Cheers and love on!

Rose Coloured Half Empty Glasses

Superyummy Superforesters!

Since our latest blog on our travel log is about injecting more positivity into our perspectives, I thought it would be perfect to share here.

We all form opinions about situations, places, people, infused with our pre-conditioning, our belief systems and our other experiences that have led to our current dogma.  It is always intriguing to hear from the many travellers we meet on the road, who eagerly regale us with a wide spectrum of stories about the countries they have traversed.  Often, there is much to be agreed on, whilst occasionally our experiences are wildly different, which is to be expected and part of the excitement and curiosity of travel. Bolivia arrived at our ears through the mouths of many well travelled friends, who either loved it with a passion (especially those who travel on the cheap), or hated it with great intensity.  It is dangerous to enter a place, to involve yourself in a culture (albeit briefly) with preconceived ideas and heady expectations, because such thoughts usually lead to disappointment on some level or another.  Better to forge ahead with your heart first and your head later, open yourself to all that is about to come upon you, enter new friendships with gusto and fall right into the unknown abyss with arms wide to the sky.

So it was that we tried to enter Bolivia with a blank slate, waiting for the opportunity to be surprised, pleasantly or otherwise.  And so we bravely ventured into the land of Balance with our understanding of the black, grey and white sides of every place and situation.

COPACABANA

Smelled like sewage; stunning views of Lake Titicaca and artisans all around.

Two Different Kinds of Crosses

LA PAZ

Huge, crazy city often on strike; loveliest Couchsurfing host in amazing house smack bang in the middle of smorgasbord colourful canyons and soaring desert badlands, where delicious meals were cooked and friendships forged; Goretex clad tourists everywhere; sumptuous vegetarian saltenas, Witches’ market complete with Llama fetuses, quirky museums in gorgeous colonial surroundings.


We Bring You Money, Sweetness + Good Luck!

POTOSI

Dirty, dodgy, unfriendly town with terrible food and insanely overpriced hostel rooms (worst we’ve stayed in so far); road out of Potosi was seriously the best part, especially when advised by a fully uniformed cop downing a beer on Sunday at 9am.

SUCRE

Some of the worst Chinese food we’ve had in South America; the BEST homecooked Italian food we’ve had in years (Cafe Monterosso, Padilla 70- do it!); too easy to stay longer than we expected.

TUPIZA/ SW BOLIVIA

Small town supported mainly by the tourist trade, thus nothing much of interest; one of the best tours (we rarely do them) we have ever been on; some of the most breathtaking scenery we have ever experienced- tens of thousands of bright pink flamingos hanging out at the gorgeous red high altitude Laguna Colorada, vicuna (deer) on vast empty spaces ringed by snow capped mountains and high desert reds, oranges and pinks, the most outstanding rustic hot spring ever with a view of borax lakes, the stunning, eye stinging Salar de Uyuni.

So here’s to leaning towards the positive, changing our perspectives and remembering the bright eyes we set out on this journey with.  Three years of travel can be wearying and sometimes the cynics glasses are put on when you aren’t even aware it is happening. Life is constantly changing, and as we fondly remember our past, live deeply and positively in our present, we also look happily to our future together and more adventures to come!!

LOVE!

It’s been raining for 2 days straight…

It’s been pouring and grey in Hong Kong for the past two days.. so its time for some rain cloud clearing LAUGHTER!!!!

LAUGHS! from Everynone on Vimeo.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

via Kottke

Dear Steve

Dear Steve,

It’s been about a week since you left planet earth for somewhere else. I’m not sure what kind of gadgets they have there but I’m sure you’ve seen all the amazing things that have been said about you around here.

Geeks, designers, businessmen and regular users of the products that you have helped to make are all gushing about how you’ve touched their lives in some way. Words like genius, audacity, visionary and great have all been mentioned in the same breath as your name. I think someone should update Wikipedia to list you as a synonym for these words and someone in Apple should change the auto-correct dictionary in iOS so that every time we write “Great”, it corrects itself to “Steve”.

In fact, so much has already been written about you that by the time I’m writing this letter to you, all the good words have already been taken and I don’t want to bore you with another one. So I’ll keep this one short.

 

Thank you for showing us how to be awesome.

 

You be well in wherever you are right now. I’m going to go put a dent in the universe.

 

Peace,
Adib
-written and sent from my iPad

Ewa’s Journal: Lost Generation

Howdy SuperForest!

 

I want to share something with you.

Watch it. Think about it.  Act. Make it reverse.

It depends on you and me. It depends on us.

Jonathan Reed’s – Lost Generation from Rock Church on Vimeo.

Love, e.

Heather’s Journal: Paying Respects to a Canadian SuperForester

Hello SuperForest!

A little late, but better late than never. This summer Canada lost one of its most powerful social, democratic voices in politics, and in our Canadian community. You don’t have to be political or aligned with the New Democratic Party to recognize that the late Jack Layton was a SuperForester through and through.

Some of his last words are written below:

As this Obama-esque poster suggests, Jack was seen as the new hope for Canada, and although he didn’t win the race for Prime Minister, he was able to become the Leader of the Opposition (a.k.a. the guy who calls the PM out on his shit.)

Jack was a cyclist, an environmentalist, a peacemaker and a passionate, fiery advocate for change.

Sounds like a SuperForester to me.

Rest in Peace, Jack.