Sorry for Taking So Long to Post, eh.
Apparently, frequent use of the word "sorry" ranks as a distinguishing mark of a Canadian. Who knew, eh? Expressions of regret are not just a Canadian quirk. Some research into the frequency...
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How to Live as a Beautiful Work of Art
The elements of life colour the Light differently and reveal the beauty in our lives.
Rescuing Judgment from Judgementalism
I am sitting in the judgment seat at the gate at the entrance to the ancient city of Dan. The tradition goes back thousands of years. The king would go to the gate of the city and there decide wh...
The Amazing Revelation of the Iceberg Quality of Life
I thought I would know a lot more by the time I reached this age. Now, I believe age 28 marked the high-water mark of what I knew for sure - or thought I did. Of course, that was before chil...
One Moral Choice that Can Change Your Life
The incident was not the prime focus of the conversation, but it did come up. Martin, one of the security guards at the condo complex in Rosarito, had the side window on his car smashed. He was a...
Where Are We Now?
I am not able to read the signs. And I don’t like it! So far, in this Mexican town, I have mastered the signs indicating Alto, Rosarito and Tijuana. Anything else I’m guessing. I prefer...
Not For the Complacent
Advent is not for the complacent or the entitled. Advent - the four weeks before Christmas - is for those who long for light, for more joy, hope and peace in their lives and for those who antici...
The spirits and prayer (Caleb)
In spite of where I am and the position I’ve put myself in I feel optimistic about my life. Sometimes it’s hard, but because of my understanding of the Medicine Path, I can navigate situat...
At What Point Does This Become an Exercise in Futility? (Caleb)
At what point does this all become an exercise in futility? My wheels have been spinning for almost 22 years now in the rut of this exhausting cycle, drug use, crime, jail, rehab. My life depend...
The Choice Between Hope and Despair
I have not posted a blog for a few weeks. The relapse of my son, Caleb, hit me harder than I originally thought. Part of me knew it was a possibility since the pattern has been 22 year...