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Which Way?

By |July 16th, 2015|

‘Traveler, there is no path.
The path is made by walking. By walking you make a path’ – Antonio Muchado

We were picking our way down a steep mountain side. The group was spread out, and there was little organization or direction. Somewhere among the rocks and […]

Open Wide

By |July 15th, 2015|

I hadn’t been to the dentist in almost 10 years. I know. I chalk up my resistance to the fact that I grew up going to one who must have trained under Sweeney Todd.

I can only think of a couple of body parts I […]

Human Scale

By |July 14th, 2015|

“Our mountains are at human scale”, said the man tending his garden in the north of England. “You have your Rockies, which seem simply unattainable, whereas I can get to the top of the tallest one around here in an afternoon”. He had me […]


By |July 13th, 2015|

Our chickens are all dead. Taken by a mink, or a vulture, feathers in the berry patch the only sign of their struggle. The hen house now stands as a memorial to the five little breakfast protein providers.

When they were all here I didn’t think much […]

Slow Down, I Move Too Fast

By |March 20th, 2015|

I am slowing down today. Outside there are many demands, even opportunities, but instead, I’m having a second cup of coffee. My usual state is one of urgency, now, and get it done. But, not this morning.

To some that will read like the written […]

Chasing Cars

By |March 18th, 2015|

Desire. It’s a loaded word. I’m a big fan, but I don’t always trust it has my best interests at heart.

From Buddha to Jesus, there’s plenty of advice around to suggest that it’s not what it’s cracked up to be and the potential downside […]

To Ireland

By |March 17th, 2015|

I was raised by a guilt ridden, lapsed catholic, Irish mother. From an early age I understood the difference between Northern Ireland and the south. In our house there was regular talk of the IRA, shamrocks, leprechauns, and shillelaghs. The Irish Rovers show was […]


By |March 16th, 2015|

I don’t think I’ve done anything 500 times, at least not that I want to admit out loud. Up to now. This is the entry that puts me at about 150,000 words. I don’t so much have a sense of accomplishment as I do […]

Very Superstitious

By |March 13th, 2015|

Friday the 13th. How’d it come to get a bad rap? Who makes these decisions? There are elevators in the city that jump from the 12th to the 14th floor.  Really? It is actually quite a lovely trait of us humans that we shape […]

Seeking Discomfort

By |March 12th, 2015|

I like to be liked by those I like. I mean who doesn’t? But, what if I’m not? As a friend asked, am I willing to live with the discomfort of my own authenticity?

That’s a whole lot of angst, and question marks, for an […]

Outside My Grasp

By |March 11th, 2015|

Accept the things I cannot change.   Way easier typed than done, yet it’s probably demanded of me more than anything else. So much is outside of my control, but that doesn’t stop the flailing frustration of trying to make it different.

I’ll take on anything: […]

My Labyrinth

By |March 10th, 2015|

There’s a Labyrinth near where I live. It is an ancient path design outlined by stones on the ground, meant to create a contemplative journey into a centre then back out again. The idea is to walk slowly and be quiet – two things I […]

The Shine of Courage

By |March 9th, 2015|

After a few days in Montreal my boots were trashed. I was early for my flight. I decided to get a shoe shine, which up to now had be an ‘I never’. I climbed up into the chair and the kind man began his […]

I May Be Wrong

By |March 5th, 2015|

I am a believer in human induced climate change. I am against GMO’s. I think everyone should get vaccinations. Organic trumps conventional every time. I haven’t read one scientific article to back my claims.

I really don’t know what I am talking about. I mean, […]

Shut Up And Write

By |March 4th, 2015|

The blog I wrote yesterday was terrible. Never mind the whiny content, the structure and grammar were atrocious. I shouldn’t let that happen again. But, alas, there’s a very good chance it will.

Beyond involuntary bodily functions, I’m not all that consistent on a day […]

Playing Well With Others, Sort Of

By |March 3rd, 2015|

I am in the middle of a lot of things, but don’t feel in control of most of them. Success, or even completion for that matter, is dependent on others coming through. In some cases all I can do is wait, and, oh, I […]

Cumulative vs Qualitative

By |March 2nd, 2015|

One a.m.. The music is loud and the club is full. Three people are crowd surfing. It’s early Monday morning in Montreal. We’ve come from dinner where the conversation ranged from non-binary gender identification to favorite scenes from High Fidelity. I’m with my sons. […]


By |February 27th, 2015|

I’m traveling. Instead of a hotel, some fairly new friends are hosting me. I met him at a conference and have shared a couple of meals with he and his wife when I’ve been in town. This was a big step in the relationship. […]

They Are The Future

By |February 25th, 2015|

I was asked to ‘judge’ a pitch session of students creating change making environmental projects. That’s how found myself listening to four twelve year old girls talk passionately about saving the ocean. They had powerpoint, video, a logo, and killer theme song. Their ideas […]

Baby, I Can Drive My Car

By |February 24th, 2015|

When I was little, and scared, my mum would  say “don’t worry, I put the monsters on the bus to North Vancouver”. It left a lasting impression about both public transit and North Van.

I like my car. It’s my own private space where I […]

One Man’s Garbage

By |February 23rd, 2015|

My compost is at 50C, or 130F for those over 40. In other words – it’s hot. As I was turning the steaming pile of stuff, including a healthy helping of sour mash from a friend’s moonshine still, I realized I had a hobby.

I […]

Front Row

By |February 20th, 2015|

“You’ve paid a lot of money to be there, so sit up front”. Wise words from my high school teacher talking about University. However, there were those afternoon classes where my nodding off didn’t do much to impress the Prof.

With the possible exceptions of […]

Giving Up

By |February 19th, 2015|

Day two of Lent. Minor vices of those bent toward the Christian tradition are abandoned to make space for contemplative thought these forty days prior to Easter. That is, once the coffee and chocolate withdrawal symptoms of have worn off.

In general, I’m not a […]

This Fool Rushes In

By |February 18th, 2015|

I rarely make decisions with enough information. If I waited until I had all the facts, I would very likely not have got married, had kids, or started a business. I’d probably still be standing in the same spot I was 30 years ago. […]

That’s it, We’re Done!

By |February 17th, 2015|

As a parent, one braces for the teenage years like someone waiting to get a root canal, or a sailor ‘rounding Cape Horn. There’s plenty of uncertainty about the outcome, almost definite pain and discomfort in the midst, and a very good possibility of […]

The Unknowing

By |February 16th, 2015|

I was biking up a dirt road with a buddy a while back. I related a situation about driving there years before with my dad. The story went that we had a colossal argument over a rock in the wheel. I had been made to […]

People Get Ready

By |February 12th, 2015|

There’s a couple of days left before the most confounding saints day of the year. Trust an Italian to mess with matters of the heart. Don’t get me wrong, I am all for romance – but there’s nothing like obligation to kill the buzz.

Like shooting […]

A Guy Thing?

By |February 11th, 2015|

I spent my weekend moving firewood. Load after seemingly never ending load. There is something viscerally satisfying seeing it all stacked. Not only is there enough for this winter – but next as well. It felt instinctually good. Is that a guy thing?

I remember […]