The Absurdities of Hannah...

So my wonderful and delectable roommate Amanda Maurice, "tagged" me to write 5 obscure thing about myself. (not including the fact that I use the word "delectable" a lot more than the average person)

Here we go...!

1) I have always LOVED having my arm stroked/tickled. It is the most relaxing thing to me, and many people have been subject to being my arm stroker during my lifetime. Let's just say its one of the top criterias for my future husband... (and no Dylan, it is NOT the same thing as you stroking Jordan's thigh.)

2) My biggest phobia is flopping fish.......ahh even just writing it has made me all jittery. It's the freakiest and grocest thing to me, the thought of a fish jumping/falling out of the fish bowl and flopping around on the ground while suffocating. AHHHHHHHHHH SO DISGUSTING I have to stop writing about it now before I choke.

3) I pull my hair out. I have this wierd "condition" called Trichtillomania. It's slightly an obsessive compulsive thing, and when I am stressed or being intense, I pull my hair out from the roots. Consequently, my hair is a lot thinner than it used to be, but because it used to be super thick, its hard to tell, thankfully. (www.trich.org)

4) When I was a kid, I had an extremely overactive imagination, and I personified everything. My bike had a name (James) and a blanket over him night so he wouldn't get cold in the garage. One day my Mom had taken me to buy a new pair of shoes, and there was a thunderstorm that night, so I got out of bed, went and got the shoes, and tucked them into bed with me, so that they wouldn't get scared! I could go on....

5) I used to be TERRIFIED of Santa Claus. (again..the overactive imagination kicking in) I was so scared at the thought of a strange man coming into my room when I was sleeping, that I insisted on putting my stocking in the living room each Christmas eve. I would stay awake trembling with excitement and nerves each year, and my poor parents could never get to bed before 3am.

There you go, I'm sure there are many more, but this is probably scary enough as it is..
I am going to tag: Amie Dyer (www.amiedyer.blogspot.com)
Beth Whitaker (www.bethwhitaker.blogspot.com)
Christina Russel (http://bond-slave.blogspot.com/)
Elea Hofman...who still hasn't done it! (www.xanga.com/eleahofman)
....and Andrew Martin (www.xanga.com/andzine)

HAVE FUN!!

School to Stars

Hi....

....I am definitely having a hard time in school at the moment, I am so restless for some reason. Not an ounce of my being is motivated to sit in classes. Gotta work on that. I always get restless. At least I know when I will next be out of here. I am going back to Beautiful BC for 6 weeks of the summer...sigh...

Finally after 6 months of sparadically working on it, Tracey and I have finished our first DVD of Zambia. We have one particular video that I love, entitled 'A day in the life of a Zambian Orphan" documenting my little friend Nicholas Mubamba. Please talk to me and I will be happy to show it to you! We had the opportunity to go into North Toronto Collegiate Highschool this week and do some presentations about Isubilo and the AIDS crisis in Zambia. It went really well, and I'm already corresponding with a couple of kids from the classes who want to go to Africa when they graduate this summer as a result of our talk! Very encouraging. One of my orphans...11 year old Joshua, died last week, so it made me all the more fired up to tell his story and the story of all the other children...

The other night my cousin Beth and I met this really great homeless guy downtown. His name is Chris. He's a poet. We found him under a sleeping back reading Homer's "The Iliad" and clutching a bible. He rapped us one of his poems, and one line has stuck out in my mind ever since...

"We live under the lights, but we don't see the stars."

He was referring to the city, and it's profound. It spoke to my heart about the spiritual realm too. So often in a day I don't see past what is man made and man centred . My eyes can't see the spiritual realm, the big picture. They are blind to the divine. Open my eyes lord...let me see past the lights. I want to see stars.

The Unbound Heart.

Brace yourselves for something deeper than the previous few...( but on a side note my nose is officially broken!)

Recently I've been pushing down and attempting to ignore the sense that I am living at about 30% of who I really am. A reoccuring restlessness for more than this has forced me to stop and kick myself up the butt. I've allowed so much of me to be crushed and compressed, telling myself that it's useless to stand in the middle of a fast moving river and expect to stop the current; much easier just to let go and start flowing along with it....easier but definitely not better. I've been ignorning convictions to the point where they have become almost too faint to hear. It's like I'm skating on a layer of ice, knowing that there are great and mysterious depths beneath me, but neither daring or caring to venture down into the deep. Not daring because in my heart I want so much and am scared it will be too hard and difficult to find, and not caring because I seem to have let complacency take over many areas of my life. I think I've resigned to complacency because of the first reason..the fear of daring.
Anyways, I could expand on this much more, but I save that for my own journal, a brown book with a cover like the skin of a rhinoscerous.
Here is a quote that sort of shouts what I'm feeling.

"Would we learn to bring forth what is hidden, to rescue into consciousness the endangered worlds and ideas that enlarge our sympathies and our senses and connect us to a greater whole, beyond the perennial tides of ignorance, greed and aggression? With the chrome taps opened wide, and the wild thundering of the waterfall within me, I could only hope those radiant waters, hidden in our deepest collective being, would never be dammed or diverted but-like the dream of unknown places-carry us beyond all divisions into the currents of the unbound heart."

-Ian Baker "The Heart of the World"