Life Two-Point-Ohhhh…I Get It, Sorta

My name is Paul, and I am 43 years old. I have a wife and two young boys.  A dog.  A house.  I go to work.  I pay taxes. I cook, clean and help to manage the household.  I help neighbours when needed, I support causes when needed, I rest when needed. I am also…

More Than A Bushel Of Brains

A handful of patience is worth more than a bushel of brains – Dutch Proverb The Dutch have a strange way of getting down to brass tacks, but I dig their spiffy way of spirituality.  Perhaps it’s because the linked insane combination of the Netherlands being the world’s leader in importing cheese, and also having…

Playing It By Year

I never intended to write a New Year’s Eve Post.  Just happens that as I write this, we are on the cusp of January.  Our collective dance card is moving along to the next two-stepping pardner (“Scat you old coot – new cowpoke is up next and they’re coming in a bit ornery, like a…

Making Right, Not Making Nice

I am in the hospitality trade.  Where I work now, we host many functions – tour groups, weddings, post-convention get togethers, corporate gigs, holiday parties and a slew of other special events. That is on top of several dining outlets that we have in the building.  At this time of year, we do more of…

The Turn

So I’ve taken up that “jogging” fad that people seem to be taking to these days.  If you had told me that five weeks ago I would be eyeing shoes for pounding the pavement, I would have thought you mad.  Jogging, or “running” as they also call it (I looked it upon the interweb), is…

Closing Windows, Opening Doors And Gazing At Grace

I always wanted more in my life.  More stuff.  More distractions.  More of what I could jam down my life’s throat like a sausage machine and then have some leftover goo for pâté.  I wanted more attention, more love, more hand holding, more freedom, more strength, more drama, more booze …more, more, more.  If I…

Have You Met My Friend Jack?

“I’ve got news for you pal, you ain’t leading but two things right now: Jack and shit… and Jack just left town”.  – From Army of Darkness. While not exactly the most elegant quote, someone in a meeting used a variation of that one the other night – that there were only two things he knew out there while drinking…

The Unheard

I once read about a local man who died in his apartment.  He owned lots of cats, many who were feral and sick.  The man lived in a filthy dwelling and was a loner.  No one knew he had died, and once the miserly bits of food were gone, the cats, trapped in the house…

Peeking Through Joy’s Window

My five year-old son loves to run.  Not just in a playful kind of run that little kids engage in, but in a divinely inspired kind of run that shows that he loves to run. He tires out well conditioned nannies and caregivers (including me), can outrun and outlast kids almost twice his age, and he…