There are those blustery days, when the wind blows and covers the land with its breath. Along the way, rocks stay put, anchored to the land, unmoving; trees will sway, but barring hurricane-force winds, will remain rooted to the soil; a feather, however, like the opening scene of “Forrest Gump”, will let the wind happily take it where it may – no resistance, no definite plan in mind.
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I recently announced on my social media feeds that my wife Claire and I will shortly be moving to Ireland. As many have pointed out, it’s a Big Move, exciting and scary all at the same time. Here’s the story of how this happened…
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At this time last year, I wrote about expectations, and how they often seem to be the source of so much of our unhappiness. I know too many people for whom 2019 was less than great, and I count myself among those.
2019 cannot be done with fast enough.
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Tuesday, June 6th, 2141.
The Earth is quiet. There are only 2 humans left. All activity has ceased; the hum of the cities, the roar of aircraft in the sky, the power stations. All silenced.
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it runs through my veins, like dirty water
like the current of an oil-stained river.
i never chose to be so afflicted
it’s just the way that it was directed.
Dear Fellow Canadians,
The writ has been dropped, to use the common idiom; or, more precisely, the Instrument of Advice has been delivered to the Governor General, and Canadians have once again been summoned to the polls to cast their votes.
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It’s a beautiful day here in southern Alberta; partly cloudy, 19℃, a light breeze. The grass is finally showing its hues, slowly poking through the greyness of the winter past; trees are in bud, and already have that light, springtime green. I sit outside, sipping on a cup of coffee and smoking a pipe, soaking it all in.
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Everyone should know Nasrin Sotoudeh.
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This time it was New Zealand. Quiet, unassuming, remote New Zealand – to most people, simply the location that Peter Jackson used as Middle Earth for his Lord of the Rings trilogy. Nothing ever happens there.
Except now it’s ugly, too.
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On Feb 14th, a letter I wrote to the local paper was published; I was making a point about how the public discourse, especially on social media, is descending into something akin to a mob mentality.
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A String of Days 