CLARIFY, ME…

Back in Ontario at Mark’s parent’s place in Sheffield. Aneirin is making us some breakfast and it smells deadly. Chris just finished working out, Craig is reading the news, Curtis is going to a medical clinic to get his ear checked, Jay Hay is visiting his sister, Mark is gone to the airport to pick up Allison, Susan and Erin are probably packing and I’m writing this. I awoke this morning with a stressful head after a terrible anxiety dream. I always find it very tiring after a bad dream. It’s l...
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NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT

The alarm went off at 6:30 AM this morning. Was the first time in a while that I went to bed early and got up early. It’s the time in the morning, when your completely alone, that I love. I’m rarely alone in my life, not that I’m complaining, but I do enjoy those moments alone.   Since we arrived here at the Super 8 in Milton, where all but two of us have a room with two double beds (stop by if you’re in the area), I have been having some alone time. However, I have to admit when the lady...
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OH BIG WATER, CARRY ME HOME.

Today is the final day. It is the end of this and the beginning of that. Time to ride the cold wind home across the Atlantic to our island paradise. Water, water, water. Tom Robbins once said that water invented humans to transport itself around the universe. Water under wheels, snow in the breeze, ya drink it down. Boats sit in it, the moon dances with it. Fire fears it and fish need it. Water, water, water. The rain in Moscow was just in Khartoum and will be over Luanda soon.   Halifax,...
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HOW DOES WATER FEEL?

Again, the rain is upon us. Dripping off the leafless trees in the backyard, attacking the defenceless soil, moving unknown and unseen quantities of material towards the harbour. When you live on top of a hill this is what you think of. Things moving down and up the hill. Water has the luxury of evaporation. It doesn’t have to bother with climbing hills, stumbling up, tripping over gravity. No, water just goes up. I imagine it’s a lot like being teleported. Or maybe water feels it differently, s...
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JUNENUARY.

The sun is finally starting to break after 130 straight hours of fog. ahhh…springtime in St. John’s. We have fond memories of being somewhere in the mountains of British Columbia this time last year, soaking in the sunshine and fresh air, while listening to those at home complain about 30 days and 30 nights of rain. Now we understand! Thankfully there’s a few escape plans in the works. Corner Brook next week, Rocky Harbour in 3 weeks, then onwards to Ontario, and working our way back to finis...
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