Week of Art and Discipline

This week is probably one of the best since I've been here.
This past Thursday I went to the Atwater Poetry Project at Atwater Library and Computer Center

I was really cool. This first poet Jeramy Dodds I really enjoyed. He shared his poem tittled Oshawa Shopping Centre. He poetically described white plastic bags floating like ghosts on a chain link fence.  He was enjoyable, blunt and only had slight sexual themes.
The second poet was Lisa Robertson, who I believe is a more famous poet, as much as living poets can be famous.
She was less enjoyable for me.  Her second poem started with a line that had a clear sexual point. The next ten minutes  were less clear though I thought she spoke mainly of leaves and sex. I didn't understand much.
It left me with a strong desire to be more educated.

After I met up with my roomates at  concert in a very high class place called Burritoville.
Kay, maybe not high class, but it doesn't have a sheet plastic sign in primary colours.
Burritoville is somewhere in between Swiss Chalet and East Side Marios. I think its on level with Cora's in atmosphere.
The two bands that were playing were the Bright Road and Lizzy and the Orca.
Classic folk. It was great. They reminded me a lot of Slow Club, one of my favourite bands.
Lizzy and the Orca had some really inventive songs, with a wide variety of instruments. At different points there was a  mouth organ, cello, xylophone, ukulele as well as acostic, electric and drums. It was a good time.
Left me wanting to write.
The Bright Road had great songs in  the more technical way. They were well written and had catchy lyrics.
 If I had money I would buy all their stuff.
It was a good night with good people. Some of you may know I was having a hard time at the beginning adjusting to the people here in the beginning. Its going a lot better with most of my roomates, but there is one who always seems to have some majoy issues. Prayer would be appreciated.
Monday we leave for  Toronto. It will be nice to see Home sweet Hometario. I'll will be making a much needed visit with my family for the weekend before heading back to Montreal on the bus.
Your Prayers and support are much appreciated. :)

Hannah

It's a Small World After All

Yesterday a woman named Daria came to speak to us DTS students. She talked about the history of 24/7 prayer and about 24/7 prayer today, in the world and in Montreal. She shared some videos and I realized that I met the guy named Brian featured in the video about 24/7 Prayer in Ibiza.

He spoke at the Deeper Conference at my church  the Cambridge Vineyard a few years ago.
I spoke to Daria about it and it turns out -
She was there too! In fact Daria lived in Cambridge out on Townline while she finished up her Masters at Heritage.  Heritage is about a five minute drive from my house.
Its a small world after all!

In other news I have just posted some pictures up on Facebook. They take you on a tour of my apartment that i share with five other lovely ladies. You'd think sharing a bathroom with five other girls would be hard for me...but not after sharing a bathroom with 7 13 year old girls.
With a covered up mirror.
Haha.
Tonight I am attending a conference on the Post Christian World. Its close to where Mission fest was.
:)
I also got a big package in the mail...a laptop bag to replace the one I broke. Its very pretty.

Well, that's it for today. Stay tuned for more exciting  adventures.

The culmination of a dream

Today, a dream came true.
Let's back track.
Sometime last July, my faboo friend Sheri  took me Issie and Alberto to a rodeo in Steinbach with some other camp people. When the restivities and amusing animal cruelty ( I'm kidding...kinda. Feel free to send me a punch in the face via Canada post, Sheri) broke for lunch issie, Berto and I wandered over to the various trailers of fried food. Berto decided that he wanted to get poutine. When he asked what kind of cheese they used, the women said that they used mixed cheese.
Berto: "That's not the proper way to make poutine. That's not the french way"

Woman " We're not French, we're Canadian"
Alberto got the poutine, which did not taste right at all, and walked away with some righteous french anger.
A few weeks later I got really sick  and the camp nurse took me to the Gimli hospital.  They thought it was just a headache, until we left the hospital and I went unconscious. They took me back and did a scan and saw an anomaly on my scan. They sent me to the Winnipeg Health Sciences Center. They did an angio gram and  discovered i had a blood clot. They called my parents and sent me in for surgery. I didn't remember much beyond the camp nurse telling me we were going to the hospital and then some one telling me i was going into surgery. And then I remember poutine. I was in a life or death surgery and all I could remember about it was poutine.

Its been four months, but tonight....


Tonight i had true Quebec poutine.
A dream came true.
Oh and we watched a b it of the hockey game between the Canucks and the Canadians. I didn't really pay attention. but tonight was good. Thanks for making my dream come true Amy.

I posted a picture of my class mates. This picture includes staff.

Back row ( from left to right): Nicolas Marin ( Leader, France, husband to Kelly) , Thomas Reist (School leader, France) , Denny Flanagan (Leader, USA), Jeroen Van Der Zeeuw ( The Netherlands)

Middle Row: Kelly Marin (Leader, USA,  Wife to Nicolas), Evelyne Hebrard  (Administration , YWAM Montreal). Philipe Gondar ( Brazil), Piere Salson (France), Maurice Vand Der Spek (The Netherlands)

Bottom Row: Hannah (Wife of Jonathan),  Me (Canada),  Jisca Marcellin (Quebec, Canada), Dennis Flanagan ( son of Denny and Lauren), Demaris Fankhauser (Switzerland),  Alyce Hardee (USA), Amy Bahnman (B.C., Canada, my roomate!), Marie-Lorraine Reist ( wife of Thomas)

Enjoy!