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…

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…

Clay, Unmodeled

I never liked Play Doh.  I take no issue with the texture or the malleability of it. I don’t bristle at their assortment of accoutrements and fun-looking gadgets attached to the brand.  I have nothing against the product or the delightful, primary-esque colours.  Actually, I need to retract that last bit.  It’s precisely because of the…

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…