We weren’t perfect, but we certainly had fun. Summers were spent lounging on the porch of the old log house, dressing up and playing in the shed or enjoying a day at the beach. We played cards and Yahtzee, drank iced tea and listened through the heat as the sound of the bees zipped in and around us and then slipped away.
A Journey to Spirit #3: The “Buss Stop”
Every summer when I was a child was spent with my grandparents in Qualicum Beach, a small, quaint town on the East Coast of Vancouver Island in Canada. Their magical log home, missing square corners and fancy furnishings, was named ‘The Buss Stop’ …by me. This is why.
Dispatches From Mayne Island: Meditations on the Writings and Paintings of Emily Carr – Part One, Possession
In the early hours, gazing at the stars and nights later listening to the song of trees in the “quiet quiet” I was reminded of the simple truth that I can possess nothing but the illusion of possessing.
Holy Blue Quantum Particles, Batman!
Dreams can give us a glimpse into what lies on the otherside of the wall of our universe. Sometimes our bestfriend is there waiting to spend a great day with us and the cat.
A Journey to Spirit #2: Meeting the Past
In 1989, my path took a radical shift in direction. The day I witnessed my mother’s Spirit leave her body gave me a powerful incentive for finding a better way to do my own life. What has happened since has been nothing short of Divine Guidance. These are excerpts from that journey.
A Journey to Spirit #1: Believe
It is counted as one of my miracles. Mom’s gentle dream, the one she recounted that morning would catapult me toward my own revelation. But on that day, I also sensed it meant she was about to leave us, never to return again.
Slap-Stick Education
If my father were alive to today and read this account of my “education” under the care of the Christian Brothers, he would most likely say, “Good discipline in those days if you ask me. Anyway, you survived, didn’t you?”
Finding Your True Self Worth
When I was younger, I tied most of my “self-worth” to how others viewed me. Again, this is probably pretty commonplace, but I’m starting to think most of us lie to ourselves as “mature adults” by saying that we outgrew that phase in our lives. Have you? Are you sure?
The Creative Grain of Existence
Creativity isn’t a prerogative of supreme beings. Why you may well ask. Simple. We are all, individually and collectively, riding the crest of evolution today, thanks to our in-born craft and appetite for inventiveness, not to speak of the emergence of great machines and harnessing of energies.
Remembering Lisa
In fact, if you’d seen us later at the restaurant, laughing and talking in animated delight, you would probably not have guessed that we were a group gathered to mourn…and remember…our much-missed friend
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