We went on a holiday last week. This one week, away from our children, has become a welcome rhythm for the last 10 or so years. Nothing has ever happened while we’ve been gone and I’m gl...Read More
It will not be surprising that some poetry has risen out of the death of my Mom. Death touches each of us. We loose people we love – the finality is sharp. We are awakened to the fragility o...Read More
A couple of weeks ago I came upon my son out with his support worker in community. I heard his name spoken by someone and I lifted my head to see him happy, responding to being recognized and welcom...Read More
Turning. Let this be my New Year’s revolution turning to what is, rather than some fantasy. ‘That’ me and ‘that’ day were just forced. This me will have to do; today is all I have to turn to...Read More
Apocalypse — “A prophetic revelation, especially concerning a cataclysm in which the forces of good permanently triumph over the forces of evil” (Dictionary.com) Quotidian — ...Read More
Awake as the sun rises turning toward the tasks of today yesterday’s expectations loosen to make room for imagination; turning toward the tasks of today writing my way to the centre to make sens...Read More
What to do with reality 1. A Wind of Reputation like a Chinook Wind, easily vaporizes snowdrifts, slaps the broad face of everything, bullies a walker to stoop, strips off topsoil and intimidates the ...Read More