If I was a writer

I would write the word of wisdom

I would pen the song of peace

I would ring the bell of freedom

That brings us to our knees

I wanted to write this new post last month, but The Wind wouldn’t let me. She said, ‘It isn’t ready yet. It isn’t time.’ It sounded more ‘Woooooooooooo’ than words but yet I could understand every one of them. (more…)

Love, a force majeure. Everything seems to revolve around it. ‘Love makes the world go round.’ People apply it as the solution to their most difficult, seemingly unsolveable, problems. With the exception of scientists…even though Love is 100% scientific. And, of course, 100% spiritual. (more…)

I wanted his red T-shirt. The one he left this world in.

‘You don’t want his shirt,’ the mortician said. ‘It was ripped. We had to cut it off him. I don’t think I even know where it is.’ I followed his eyes down as he glanced towards the garbage can.

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This place transformed itself, and us, with grit, like the foreign invader that gets inside an oyster and is polished to make a pearl. It is over now. I am going home to the mountains, but I went to the beach in Tofino at dusk to dark yesterday, and something happened; the way you think something is one way, and you become sure, and then alchemy occurs and it’s another way, altogether. (more…)