writer. traveller. life unraveller.
I woke up this morning and realized that today is Canadian Thanksgiving. Without going into the atrocities from which this holiday derives its name—though never forgetting them—I choose to settle my gratitude on the reciprocal side of giving: receiving. To receive is truly an art—giving is much easier, I think. Receiving requires steady and generous... Continue Reading →
I spotted this epigram of sorts, “Open to More”, printed on a shop sign when walking from the bus station upon arriving in Pokhara, Nepal back in March. I’d just finished a harrowing nine-hour bus journey from Kathmandu, and was making my way on foot to my guesthouse. Taxis were available, but my legs needed... Continue Reading →
In Chiang Mai, there’s a city wide clean up in effect at the moment. Well, it’s more of an eastern side of the city effort, since the old town and west of it were unaffected by the flood. Some homes were filled neck-deep with floodwaters and people are now dealing with the smelly, sodden mess... 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 →
So long, Bert, my bicycle buddy. I’ve known this Dutch fella for a year now. We met in the Hideout, an awesome little breakfast/lunch spot in old Chiang Mai. I spotted him in cycling garb, ready to brave another fierce climb up the long, steep, and winding road of Chiang Mai’s resident mountain, Doi Suthep.... 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 →
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 →
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 →
Years ago, when high up in the Himalayan mountains during a spiritual yoga retreat, I adopted a behaviour as a strategy for surviving marital separation. It’s called the Laughing Dying Cockroach. One lies flat on her back, kicking her arms and legs in the air while busting a most shameless gut-splitting laugh, using her anger,... Continue Reading →
There is no exit point here Only an entry I may sit at the threshold, resisting or walk into it, trusting I may stand at its very centre yet still know nothing I may be touched again and again with thoughts, criticisms, judgements an aching knee a heavy heart a mad desire yet not ask... Continue Reading →
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