The days are getting shorter, the weather has a chill in the air and without even a breath of warning, summer ended and danced to the end of Fall rather than the beginning. For the most part, the leaves are on the ground without even a week of an autumn preview. How I miss the…
Ever have one of those days where, at first you long to be heard and seen for the real breathing thriving lovely person that you are, and then. Nothing. No desire. No longing. No nothing. Hibernation mode. Locked away. No need for liberation. There never was. It’s the earth and its people that needs to…
a loving husband to share my daily journey. monogomy. true loVE. the Library. Literacy and penmanship. Harry Potter. a job that affords me a regular income. my famiLY. my sisterS. my girlfriends. hummus. (the homemade variety) Bill. musiC. love stories and the 1000th jump. spell check. MACintosh. a body, albeit aching, that works and serves…
September 11th is a reminder: be everything that you can be. Be grateful for every ordinary and extra-ordinary day, and realize how precious and fragile life is. Engineer you own happiness, your own peaceful world. As Goenka G subscribes: It can change; it will change. Ever-changing. Life-changing.
Not just any day to be conscious of the world around us, but a day to remember those who lost their lives 6 years ago in the falling of the World Trade Center. I like this quote best from my brilliant skydiving friend Brian … in it, I feel, he expresses a view on how…
Just as September peeks it’s unruly head around the corner, the ‘big chill’ set in yesterday, blustery and brutal by Calgary standards. And of course, this sets me off on a tangent, daydreaming of tropical sandy beaches and lush mosaic sunsets, visions enough to cast off any dismal thoughts of the ensuing winter just around…
This morning I sat and drank in YouTube skydiving videos, reminiscing about the times of old, somewhat nostalgic in my desire to return the the skies above. I came across this animated short named “Angst”, and I could relate to Little Andre’s apprehension with the wind. From the day André was born, he got harassed…
the lines of my shadow provide me with a mirror more realistic than the tangible can portray … the lines on my face (some may call them wrinkles) provide me with a vivid road map of the journeys i have ventured upon and experientially been graced with …