California (Wine) Dreamin’

I sat in the dark bar. My right leg twitched to the beat of the steel drums in my head. I clutched a beer in my shaky hands. I wasn’t shaky from withdrawls, but from the gulping-type sobs which came from the depth of my soul. “How did I do this again? What am I…

Birdy Numb Numb

I blame it on the rain. Frozen rain, to be exact. Our tale starts innocently enough—the hero gets up pre-dawn for work and checks the weather. He inspects the street out front through his window. No ice. He unlocks his bike and notices no ice coating it like slime on Bill Murray’s Ghostbuster. The rain…

Let it Floe

I was riding my bike home a few days ago and stopped at a red light. While I waited for the light to change, I saw a woman stop by a homeless man and offer him a large bag. He fingered through the bag, and started to pull out one sweater after another. Different colours….

Tire-less Efforts

It starts with the slowdown. Then the heaviness follows. It feels like I’m wearing bricks for boots. The wobbling then ensues. Then a look downwards confirms it—a flat tire. Damn. I was riding back home from work a few days ago, backpack filled to capacity with groceries. Winter early blackness and bleakness tarred the sky….

Bringing It Back Home

It’s that feeling in the belly of the heart which pulls and twists and contorts towards a light in the distance. The light is a guidance system, a GPS borne of the stars, a tug at the tides which wash upon the shore of my spirit. If I turn my head to that light, hand…

Poddy Training – A New Recovery Podcast By Yours Truly

Hi guys! I just wanted to drop by quickly and let you know that I have entered the podcast world.  It’s called Buzzkill and it deals with recovery, in light and not-so-light tones – similar to how I did the blog here.  No funy pictures though!  I would say it’s really about life through the…

So Long And Thanks For All The Fish…

If there’s one thing I am learning to do in my life, it’s to let go of the things that no longer serve me.  But it’s not always easy.  I have always liked clutching onto things, grasping at stuff that clearly no longer did me any good.  These days, ego or pride or just good…

Words Failing Me Adverb-sarily

It seems that I am having a hard time writing these days. Oh I can put words down on the keyboard, but they are floating about and bumping into one another and jostling for space and not behaving as they should.  The words are flailing about, treading on one another, stomping on each other’s feet,…

One Foot In Front Of The Other

I was contacted by Marilyn Spiller aka the loving spirit and writer behind Waking Up the Ghost blog to do a joint post of sorts in which we explore a common experience we’ve both have had (and continue to have) – that of communion with God while doing something physically active.  I was honoured to…

Cleaning Up – Makeover From Within

Prison.  Police shoot outs. Bankruptcy. Eating out of dumpsters. Violent assaults. Prostitution. These are some of the things that many alcoholics and addicts endure or participate in as part of the lifestyle of addiction.  No one chooses those paths, per se, but as the illness deepens, so does the reaction to keep the lifestyle intact. …

Transformation to Stillness

I was honoured to be asked to write a guest post for fellow traveller and seeker extraordinaire Dan Maurer, for his fabulous website/ blog “Dan The Story Man”.     Dan has a wonderful series of posts that fall under the umbrella of Transformation, and the stories are inspiring and often recovery-based. I am very pleased…

The Story Of The Bamboo

In the east there was a master gardener who loved to walk through his garden every evening looking at the many plants he had taken care of.  Of all the plants in the garden, none was greater, or nobler as the mighty Bamboo.  Indeed, Bamboo was the very best in the entire garden and the…