Walking The Walk

My body has waged war on me. Now, there is nothing serious afoot. Please withhold flowers and singing cookiegrams (although I would graciously take them). I understand that I am probably encroaching on clickbait-style headlines with that start (was this fake news? I don’t know), but sometimes you have to grab them by the cojones…

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…

Acceptance Is The Key

It’s been about two weeks since I last posted, and frankly, eerily, I haven’t had much to say since.  Sure, this is a post, that in many ways is not a post, in the traditional fashion of my usual posts.  I am not usually one to do a post about how my day was, or…

42.2 K Serving Of Humble Pie. Pass The Seconds.

I promise this to be my last running post for a while. Or maybe not.  I am apt to change my mind often, being a flawed human being an all.  You know, that thing. I ran my first ever marathon yesterday.  Many folks have asked me how it went or how it felt, and even…

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…

Lowering the Boom Box

I always needed something.  When I was younger, I always needed something in the car or the bus to read.  Even a two minute car ride required a few minutes of perusing through my library to find the book I wanted, nay, required, to take on a simple trip to the shopping mall.  I have always had…