Signals

I believe in signals. I don’t necessarily mean celestial flare guns that hit you in your third eye while riding your unicorn into the highlands of Narnia. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, if that is how you receive your heavenly bite-sized snacks. The signals I talk about are a little bit more down…

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…

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…

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…

Just Another Friday Night Conversation With God

The appointments with Him are never scheduled. Well, at least they aren’t in any agenda book I have.  But He has his own timetable.  And shows up precisely when He’s needed.  And for me, it’s always been in the midst of a struggle / surrender / serenity cycle.  He’s the Closer when it comes to…

Give It A Rest, Okay? Or, Putting On The Breaks

~~~~~~~~~~~ “I loaf and invite my soul, I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.” – Walt Whitman Alright Walt, that sounds fine and dandy there, but I have no time to loaf.  I’m a busy guy.  I’m a “I need more than 24 hours in a day to get…

Tuning, Turning, Tethering…And At Last, Breath.

But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight — Got to kick at the darkness ’til it bleeds daylight Bruce Cockburn, “Lovers in a Dangerous Time” If you had asked me on one of those first floundering days in detox what my overall goal was, I would have answered something along the lines of…

Zen And The Art Of Bicycle Repair

I like my bike.  It’s my mode of transportation – in many ways.  It gets me to and from work.  It also takes me out of my head or it gets me thinking about things that the D-Day din of my mind doesn’t normally allow me to ponder.  It whisks me away from the hot…

Thirst Quenching

His craving for alcohol was the equivalent, on a low level, of the spiritual thirst of our being for wholeness, expressed in medieval language: the union with God. – Carl Jung, in a letter to Bill Wilson, 1961 I am not a religious person. Doesn’t mean I am anti-religion.  I have just never taken to…

My Story In So Many Words

My Story In So Many Words Birth. Joy. Playing. Betrayal. Hurt. Wounded. Alone. Loneliness. Moving.Shuffling. Isolating. Hiding. Drinking. Escaping. Hurting. Lying. Cheating. Stealing. Envying. Projecting. Hurling. Yelling. Puking. Sulking. Sobbing. Shaming. Angry. Suffering. Shaking. Panicking. Medicating. Risking. Fingerprinting. Booking. Remorse. Praying. Hoping. Meeting. Believing. Faith. Helping. Crying. Holding. Meditating. Sponsoring. Working. Being. Amending. Sharing. Writing. Smiling….