April 6, 2011 

Toronto, ON

I seem to be right where you left me. A white sheepskin rug, a Halloween mug of Dreamland tea, a pad of post-it notes, an almost-empty bag of Soma chocolate-tumbled hazelnuts and a fresh black Sharpie.  Looks like there's some righteous plans at work in this sweet Sweetlandish mind of mine. But righteous plans and sweet dreams have never been in short supply. It's what we do with them that counts. Obviously. So no matter how many times I write down in point form:

- Book Fall tour

- Tone abs

- Save the world from evil

- Write that book you've been threatening for like ever

It matters not ... Until I do it.


Out of the corner of my eye I'm watching Ingrid Bergman atop a French hillside fully clad in serious armour.  Her portrayal of Joan of Arc (in the 1948 film of that name) was apparently her life's ambition. In fact she wanted to play said saintly saviour so badly, she formed her own production company and made the film herself. Now that's follow-through. Not to mention the grand powers of manifestation exhibited by Mlle d'Arc herself:

- Hear voices
- Believe them
- Do as the voices tell you
- Save the world from evil. Or at least the country ... from the English.
- Get sainted

Is sainted even a verb?  I conveniently forgot that whole unfortunate execution part. Cause that's not part of my plan at all.

So on this fine and glorious Spring eve, I pledge to continue to act upon my will. To fantasize, dream, plot, manifest and do as the great Joseph Campbell says ... Follow my bliss.

And so be it.

x

K

P.S. Amazing show this Friday at The London Music Club with the dashing Rob Szabo! Yeah, baby. For more details visit my Tour page.