Broken spoon, full heart.

I broke my spoon as darkness fell, clanging in the rainy streets of Vancouver with several hundred big-hearted folks. Smiles and whoops and cheers as we snaked our way past one intersection, into another and around. Around we go. ‘Twas the most fun I’ve had on a demonstration in ages, a celebration against corporate rule. In solidarity with Quebec, but even more so in solidarity with life. Across the country we ask ourselves – can we build on this?