Thursday, December 15, 2016

Let it be, let it be…

And though the night is cloudy,
there is still a light that shines on me.
And Mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be…

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

We need silence to be able to touch souls.

We need to find God,
and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness.
God is the friend of silence.
See how nature;
trees, flowers, grass ...grows in silence; 
See the stars, the moon and the sun, 
how they move in silence.
We need silence to be able to touch souls.
~ Mother Teresa

Saturday, May 14, 2016


Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow.
 ~ Vincent van Gogh

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Never mind

I had to leave

My life behind

I dug some graves

You’ll never find


The story’s told

With facts and lies

I had a name

But never mind


There’s truth that lives

And truth that dies

I don’t know which

So never mind


~ Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Is cursive on the way out?

I guess I’m a bit behind the times with this whole issue of cursive being relegated to the back of the classroom in some schools, and pushed completely out in others. It is news to me though as I just happened across the issue on social media. After a wee bit of googling I found a landslide of posts and lengthy articles confirming that cursive is indeed in danger of being lost.

Like anything and everything there a multitude of arguments for and against. I have nothing to add to what I’ve already seen “out there”, except my vote that it be saved. I really, REALLY hope cursive remains as an important subject in our schools. Handwriting adds a beauty to our language, any language, that is simply not found elsewhere. Consider the graceful elegance of a handwritten love letter. Now consider those exact same words as text message. Which would you rather receive? Which note would you be more likely to cherish? The answer is obvious of course.

I think cursive brings alive the romance between our spoken and written words. What a tragedy it would be to let it slip away.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Father Emil Kapaun

When the story of human history comes to a close, death and violence don't get the final word. The love of God does. That love, burning bright in the heart of Fr. Emil Kapaun in the darkness of a POW camp in the Korean war, made him a hero.

Originally Published on YouTube May 25, 2014

Friday, January 22, 2016

To make you feel my love

When evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love
To make you feel my love
~ Bob Dylan

What the F*ck?

In the past week I’ve spent a lot of time re-aquainting myself with Medium. Following a few writers I like, and unfollowing those who haven’t posted anything at all, or haven’t for over a year or more.

More importantly, I’ve read some really, REALLY, good stories (or posts, or articles, or whatever your label preference) here, and a few not so good ones. One thing I have noticed is the use of the word “Fuck”, both in body and in headlines, with much more frequency than I would have presumed necessary. The thing is, I don’t recall seeing it where another word would have been better suited. So I wonder, is it being utilized more often these days, than say a decade or two ago, because it is more acceptable now? Or is our society just generally fucked? The question is not rhetorical…

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Workmate to Lifelong Friend.

What is work but just another part of living? And being such, and presuming we want to live a happy life, it only makes sense that your work should make you happy. Not only what you do, but where yo do it, and with whom.

I’m fortunate in that my current work (writing and design etc) can be accomplished from anywhere. Presuming I can find a decent WiFi connection. This mobility enables me to move around while I work, and I take full advantage of that.

Most recently, I visited an old friend (and workmate) at his home in Owen Sound, Ontario. Gorgeous little town, on the southwestern shore of Georgian Bay, that looks especially picturesque in the winter.

This friend is the perfect example of the joy that can be found in work, and in how that can enhance your overall life experience. Which I think is what we are all trying to do, be happy.

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