The next big item on the agenda was to make sense of my experience on the art-bike. The plot very gradually came into focus. And I mean gradually. The more we rode the streets of downtown Toronto under our glittery eyeball, the more elusive the framework became. Every ride evolved into a ritual of sorts. It demanded endurance, as a ritual would; it was nothing less than an open-hearted celebration, as a ritual would be; and it was definitely an exercise in trust because the current always carried us away from the anticipated. No matter our strategy, our outings defied our goals and demanded nothing less than surrender. I was reminded time and time again of my favourite quote by Malidoma Patrice Somé: “Before you begin, you own the journey; once the ritual begins, the journey owns you.”

Thank the Goddess that Michelle Polak was into all of it because though I started out thinking that the art-bike was a performance art vehicle for literature and in particular books that rattle us awake in one way or another, our visceral experience on the art-bike had way more to do with people than with books. We talked about my book and many other books, but mostly Michelle and I spoke with amazing people who had a lot to say about books, for sure, but mostly about life and what makes them tick. We amassed a treasure trove of memories of beautiful, delightfully quirky and unique people and their nourishing and inspiring wisdom and insights.

DING DING DING What did all these people have in common? They made waves … all sorts of waves … from delicate and gentle ripples to powerful tsunamis. And though we experienced and ingested this abundant beauty, I felt we needed to spread the love and share it with you. Hence, the birth of the video component of my art-bike project, WHO’S MAKING WAVES. Michelle and I agreed to head out to Kensington Market and Trinity Bellwoods Park to film candid interviews.

Well, you know how things go; it’s rarely one big step and voilà. It was one small step, then another, then two steps back, a face plant or two, and then at some delicious juncture, the wind finally filled my sails. First, I had to buy a video camera. Several days of research later, because I know nothing about video production, I decide to buy a GoPro. Have you ever seen one of those little things? Well, I sure hadn’t. They are minuscule, and so was the box that arrived at my door. That should have been my first clue. I had the darn thing but could do nothing with it until I bought batteries, a battery charger, several discs at $90.00 (!) a pop, and a few other accessories, including a handheld video camera stabilizer. OUCH! The test run of the camera took place the night of the wild and flamboyant Blackout Anniversary street party. I am so thrilled to have a visual record of that gloriously fun experience. That was as close to Burning Man as Toronto offered up this summer. Check out the footage!

Second, I had to buy a new MacBook Air because, to my chagrin, my by now four-year-old (read: ancient) and basic MacBook Air could not handle the demands of video storage and production. Double OUCH! With my new souped-up Mac Air, I can now store and edit footage on iMovie. Yes, iMovie, which was the next shock wave in my world: learning to edit video footage. Clearly, that was a steep learning curve. And keep in mind, I learned how to use Facebook only three months ago. All that said, I willingly dove into the editing trance/tunnel for several weeks. It’s been a treat to edit our candid interviews, as well as develop Stripe and Daisy, my and Michelle’s personae, into full-fledged characters. As you may know already, I have thirteen interviews posted on and on my YouTube channel. And there are just as many sitting on my hard drive ready for editing.

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