writer. traveller. life unraveller.
Some say life's an uphill climb. Hell, I’m pretty sure I’ve said that, but with negative underpinnings. The thing is, I do see life as an uphill climb, but I actually like hills, whether I’m cycling, walking, or hiking. I like them for a few reasons. The first is that I enjoy the effort, hard... Continue Reading →
The current chaos of the world right now is hard to see, to feel, to reconcile. It’s beyond tragic. There’s rage, empathy, pity, and deep sadness. There’s shame, too. Shame about the ways we ignore, reject, keep silent either outwardly or inwardly. About the ways we’ve either directly or indirectly contributed to suffering––our own or... Continue Reading →
It’s Canadian Thanksgiving again, a whole year later. It’s incredible how fast the years seem to fly by now, at the ripe “old” age of 44. This becomes most obvious to me on Tuesdays for some reason. Have you ever caught yourself realizing it’s Tuesday again, though it just seemed to be Tuesday like five... Continue Reading →
Today is a good day to meet my love. Sun comes flickering through leaves, clinging with their frail stems to quiet, crooked limbs. Some lose their tenacious grip and flutter furiously through air, as though cast out, finally released, useless and free. Curled up, crisp dry, and tinted by death. Joining their shadows on the... Continue Reading →
Aren't we all just trying to get closer to God? Everything we do, even the stuff that seems to go against God are all just methods, attempts, grasping for an infinite source of love. For Love. And the whole time it's already who we are. I am loving awareness. So are you. When you close... Continue Reading →
Listen instead 😉 I have about 10 books on the go at the moment. Passing by my favourite book shop in Chiang Mai, I stop in “just to look” and admire the heavenly stacks of all-the-answers-to-my-questions, the panacea to my spiritual angst, the antidote to my existential restlessness. (I know I’m not the only one).... Continue Reading →
Canadian Thanksgiving has somehow rolled around again… already. Somewhere between the roast turkey, stuffing, cranberries, and fall leaves (none of which I’m experiencing by the way), the real significance of this holiday is mostly lost. But for many, it’s simply a time to reflect and give thanks for all our blessings. I think most of... Continue Reading →
There are few things I love as much as I love riding my bike. When I was 8 years old, I’d spend whole summer days riding my bike, making up destinations just to have an excuse to push pedal my way down empty roads spotted with afternoon sun and the promise of something magical. The... Continue Reading →
Those days when everything around me feels pointless are days to consider my own pointlessness. Those days when roads are empty but for puddles, and the sky hangs so low it touches the crown of my head are days to consider my own emptiness and its weight upon my life. Those days I start things I can’t finish in... Continue Reading →
Autumn has arrived, and with it the scent of, well, death. While that sounds morbid, it’s really just nature doing its thing. Fallen leaves return to their original home, mixing with the soil and other plant material to create humus, the decaying matter that eventually becomes new life. You might notice that the word humus... Continue Reading →
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