“Lover, you should have come over..” Jeff Buckley Lovers leave things behind at times; a hand written note tucked in between the pages of a daily journal, a pair of lace underwear they wore. as a gift; now folded and discreetly tucked in a small corner of a drawer. Perhaps their scent still lingers like…
To Listen…
How many times have I found myself lost in my own thoughts? As lovers and friends tell me of their trial and of their days, as my own soul whispers to me of the way to go or the action to take, I have often gotten lost in the wandering musings of my own mind….
The Dilution Factor (and what rules us).
What are you doing right now at this moment besides reading this entry? How are you really feeling, deep down about who you are? Are you hungry right now? Eat. I believe that the way we are living and how we are consuming and communicating are being deeply affected by what I have termed “The…
The Past, and the Rest to come.
Memories never seem to stop moving. Their whispers come when I am starting the day, and remnants string out along behind me when I am watching the snowfall this morning. I often try to stop this remembering, this reflecting, to finally have a quiet mind and a quiet heart. The rest comes when the…
Freedom, Freddie Mercury and the morning rain
I have the day off work, and I started the New Days Chronicles today after months away from writing. Months of working and pushing and poking at life and all the dreams and ideas.. and doing very little movement towards acting on them. It has felt like being bound hand and foot by my…
Return in the Fall
I return to Toronto, and live now near the lakefront, where the horizon is wide and clear, and there are quiet evenings, as the traffic swells far away in the downtown core. It is a new beginning in a familiar place, yet, the surroundings are altogether of a different quality; for I am with K,…
Wind
A short beginning to the spring out here.. I have been away from the words… falling into a chosen love who is moving out to the mountains with me in 4 weeks, weathering long days in the saddle, in between storms and spring fresh rain clearing the cobwebs from my heart and soul. The New…
FEELING THE REAL
My country life out here, that began in earnest five months ago after moving back from the city, continues to shape me. In between the lonely times and the choices, I feel the life I lived in the city like a far off memory, and yet it is the same life. It is simply the…
Silence, Stillness and Stopping the World
What is the gift of stillness? To examine the silence is to notice that it is always there, in all the spaces between our words, our thoughts, actions and surroundings. It is only for a moment that I find myself without aim, without point or intention, and I come face to face with stillness, where…
ASHES AND WIND
The Beginnings… Nov. 07/2016 It is of ashes that I write today, and of the endings that are beginnings. How is it that life sometimes is heightened by loss, made keener by experiencing death and a letting go; as if “making space” is all the invitation life needs to fill us up with experiences? I…
NEW DAYS CHRONICLES 