Storyteller
My employer is hosting social events for its employees across its Ontario operations, and today was the outing for our area at GameTime Social. It has been a while since I have seen many of these people, and I find myself back home with my bucket full from hugs, handshakes, and good cheer.
Within these divided times, I think a lot about trust and truth. The purpose of public education. The place for politics. The harm in our social discourse. The worth in our labels and our relentless need for group identity. Maybe it’s time we focus on what defines our common humanity?
I listened to songs like Somebody by Depeche Mode or Haven’t Met You Yet by Michael Bublé – dreaming of that love that I knew was out there. It took 42 years, and it’s everything I knew was out there for me, to make me truly feel complete. Who knew that Twitter was where I’d find forever.
Just because a relationship ends, doesn’t mean love cannot last forever because at one point, they were your everything. How can they ever become your nothing?
Word Count: 1,759Category: Article Latest Version: March 2011 No More Blue Skies It was a picturesque, blue-sky, no clouds, sunny Monday morning. The skies had been bright for the better part of a week. It was the kind of day that if I was dying, I imagine I would think about how I’d miss beautiful days like this. The…
The Hockey Child A week-old Saturday paper sat on my living room chair. It had been a really busy week at work and I just didn’t have the chance to sit and read through it. I was about to just toss it into the recycling, but the image of a young hockey player poised for…
A series of letters about engaging in conversations that often divide, in an effort to find a common path forward.
You are lost now I must stand,
for the change your spirit insists.
So with the Creator’s strength I walk,
for the reality society resists.
I’ve dreamt awhile the girl in you
With beating hearts enchanted view
Would find alive the boy in me
Our flesh inline, our sprits free.
Everybody has a hungry heart, but I’m tired of these thoughts being alone in the dark. Tired of being only inspired. Of dreaming about doing. Maybe I’ll fail but what is failure but trying? What is the harm in that?