Category: Thoughts on life and death

  • Pluck 

    What makes some people ferocious?Determined in their path, Full of pluck and vigor? I remember stories of people that awed me, thrilled me Left me questing for my own form of personal success Dauntless and full of courage Growing up, I heard tales Valour road in Winnipeg, Renamed after the Great War from unassuming Pine…

  • Last voyage 

    Once upon a time, the river Styx called to the man. He shook his fist defiantly, and shouted back I’m not dead yet You can not have me! The boatman heard,  and smiled knowingly before raising his sail, continuing onwards. The man fought against the pull,  striving to return to the light,  the warmth from above.…

  • The kitchen 

    We are all a product of our childhoods, A mixture of our life experiences Melting together into a giant pot,  stirred with the spoon of our upbringing,  a dash of tribulation for good measure. The end result different depending on the chef, On the pot, On the ingredients, Each unique in some way Some are a…

  • July 2nd

    The day after a holiday is   anticlimactic,  All the promise gone,  blown away on the breeze of  yesterday, Leaving  you with the faint sensation  you’ve forgotten something, That only half of the anticipated joy  materialized. You can’t quite put a finger on what   The missing piece is, Only that it’s gone,  scampered away…

  • My Canada

    Today is the anniversary of the foundation of my country, but not it’s birthday.My Canada was born in a massive event of the geographical sort.  I wasn’t there,  but so I’ve been told. Once upon a time, Pangaea was all there was,  slumbering in an endless ocean.  It yawned, stretched, and the land heaved apart, …

  • Second Summers

    The last day of June, and it officially feels like summer. Not only was the weather warm and sunny, but it was TGIF,  and drivers were again proving that nice weather does not improve skills on the road. I raced through work, driven by the nice weather outside and the general contentment engendered within those I…

  • Fall towards night 

    Heavy eyes, dragging down towards sleep, Iron fillings towards the magnet Memories of elementary school  science, chasing  brown  pieces of metal, Dancing against their will Limbs heavy,  Morpheus descending, Playing a song of serenity, Clouds drifting across my consciousness, Drawing back  the night, Twilight pulls its curtain back,  pins it with a star,  memories of…

  • Operation day

    Today was an interesting, dichotomous experience.  It was a sunny day with rain clouds filling the sky,  but sprinkling only a dash of rain in the afternoon, hardly enough to call it rain in the end. My day reflected the weather.  A little rain fell, but the sun broke through the clouds and reminded me…

  • The wheel 

    I’ve been torn in many directions today,  wondering about life in all it’s mysteries. Thinking about the giant wheel that goes around,  leading us unerringly from beginning to end and back again I think of people on the bottom of Maslows hierarchy,  struggling to make ends meet, To get enough warmth, shelter, and food to…

  • Knowing the score

    Today I felt a deep pit in my stomach.  It swelled and grew, full of certainty and acceptance,  with a side of sadness  Every day I deal with people on the worst days of their lives,  breaking bad news  I hope I’m kind,  and I hope my presence helps them walk through the mine field…