For the last 3 days, I was on the road, 
traveling to Bragg Creek to play music
with 2 other sound healer. 

The event was held in a 100 years old, 
rounded community center all made of wood. 
The accoustice were really good for the 
type of sound we created. 

I had my mopho 4x, my new looper Aeros 
loop station, my shakuachi, a frame drum, 
darbuka, shakers... The 2 other healer
had 4 massive gongs each, many bowls and
chimes. The event was simple and nice, 
the main comment being "You've really 
undersold this event!"

I led with a yoga nidra practice, let
the gong fill the space and then closed
with a Shakuhachi (with reverb from the
Avalanche Run.) 

A bit of micro-dose of psylocibe made
me more sensitive to the sounds, the 
people and the other "energies" that
were in the room. We spent 3 days
all together, jamming, talking about 
collective, healing, sound and future 
plans for the summer (we're having 
a couple more events) and for the 
next few years (Mexico maybe?) 

After the event, I saw a person who
I though was charming. My first reaction
was "nope, you're in a relationship"
To then realized, I am not anymore. 

What did I talk about? Unfortunately, 
my break up... I tried to save it
by saying how theatrical it was, but
it kept getting weirder. I then
turn around to present my daugther 
to this person. After the uncomfortable
moment, my daugther told me that she'd
be happy if I'd be in a relationship 
with this person. I told my daughter
that I will ask her permission to
date anyone, as she is the most important
person in my life now. 

Note to self: don't talk about your
break-up with strangers. 

It was good to be out of the house. The
relationship, or the lack of relationship,
has become quite toxic at home. Not 
in a loud way but in this strange
sensation that my now ex-wife is 
deeply suffering from her own confusion. 
I don't know what to do for her, and 
I offered her a hug, which made her 
cry and went to hide in her room. 
I'm planing to move out for a while 
in the summer, while she figure out
her/our life... 

Of course the septic pump was broken
when I came back home, and the smell was
all over the property. The pump had 
been running for a while, warming up
the water to almost a boiling point. 

You can imagine the rest.