True

when wishes are spoiled
and hopes disfigured, I ask
is there a lesson yet unlearned?
did I miss Karma’s cue?
but in the darkness
I am reminded
I mapped my own course
true to the North of my compass
and a star reappears
for no matter how rough my path
it still belongs to me
and I am proud
to own it

one and the same

I can breathe again.
For the last six weeks, I’ve been suffering from a flu virus that alternately bestowed symptoms of coughing, low grade fever, stuffed sinuses, (repeat, repeat, repeat, etc.).
At first, I thought I was suffering from burnout. Then, I wondered if eating well and exercising was a myth. This was followed by a suspicion [...]

the city speaks

Sometimes, I see glimpses of the Edmonton I grew up in
… and I feel hopeful
check out this testament to the quirky city that still
may lie buried under the oilsands …
(here too for more recent additions)