Tag: freedom

  • Montreal

    Montreal

    We made it. After a long and gruelling trip from Calgary to Montreal via west jet, we made it. I marveled at how well my kids do on a plane, as long as they have an iPhone to keep them busy. I wonder again how my parents kept their sanity, now that I have three…

  • Genie in a bottle

    Genie in a bottle

    The winds of change are in the air today. We had nice weather today, with the sun actually warming my shoulders through the window as I drove. It felt like I drove all day, in between work, appointments, and meetings. I planned my day like a general, Marching into battle, Every minute accounted for until…

  • A light in the dark

    A light in the dark

    Some days you roll over on the wrong side, Step out of bed a crank Wonder why you bothered at all When fate gives your life a yank Some day’s are worse than others Some weeks never seem to end Today was one that was endless When I really could have used a friend But…

  • A song in my heart

    A song in my heart

    Everyone has a song A tune that carries through the day Whatever the mood, Come whatever may Today my tune Was joyous and light Full of triumph, Winning the fight Some days are somber, More a funeral affair When all seems lost, And I’m full of despair And as I watch my children Run around…

  • Flip side

    Flip side

    Today was an exercise in extremes. I spent the morning solitary, Writing to my hearts content. In my head, on my own, the freedom of my thoughts Uninterrupted Then noon struck, And Cinderella returned from the ball In order to deplete the wild energy of my young, I ran them hard at the Telus spark…

  • Cabin fever, April 12th

    Cabin fever, April 12th

    So, it snowed again. The level of dispair at work was palpable as people walked in, sad faces shining with flecks of snow, coats soaked with the bitterness of winter, as it hangs on longer than expected or desired. But at home, The situation is dire. Cabin fever runs wild with the animals, er, children…

  • Daydreaming

    Daydreaming

    The rush of the wind on my face, The spray of salt on the sun The froth is the water swirls around my feet Finally, my work is done Every day I tell myself this is it, I’ll take a break, a vacation, for real But instead I continue, head down, Shoulder hard against the…

  • Living the dream

    Living the dream

    I’m right in the inchoate stage of a novel at the moment. It’s occupying my every thought while I’m driving, or watching tv. It occupies every second when I’m not actively thinking or doing something else. I wish I had more time that I could devote to getting my words on paper. That I could…

  • Homecoming

    Homecoming

    It’s amazing how different Friday’s are as an adult. I remember when I lived at home still, looking forward to the weekends so I could watch movies and read books. Then when I was in university, Friday was a night to go out with friends, hit up a bar or a house party, or in…

  • Long dark night

    Long dark night

    Still water churns The ice cold Of a broken Heart burns Love has gone aside Due to the death of righteous pride One last gasp The inhale a painful, Barbwire rasp A new day is breaking While in the night, The soul’s leave is taking Alone at last Bitterness gone, A life’s work, die cast