I had to let this lesson for today sit with me awhile. And remind myself of the research I did into the psychology of abuse. The abuser’s overwhelming need to control comes from a place of fear. The root of anger is fear. It may look like fearlessness, but it isn’t. It’s usually a warning…
Category: Life & Death
Lesson 4 ~ “My thoughts do not mean anything”
Whoa. Wait. What? But my thoughts talk to me all day and night? They are prisoners in my head. Each human has this complete vortex of thoughts, feelings and emotions swirling non-stop silently inside them. What do you mean they mean nothing? My real thoughts are being blocked out by my good and bad thoughts? …
Lessons 3 ~ “I do not understand anything I see”
This lesson from A Course In Miracles was tougher for me because I try to understand everything, even when I don’t understand it. Especially when I don’t understand it! It’s my inquisitive nature. But this lesson is necessary to tear down the walls of what we think we know. I know nothing. We view everything…
A Course In Miracles ~ Lessons 1 & 2
Several days ago, I read a book called A Course In Miracles I found it via my usual route … a winding path on a journey to enlightenment through philosphy, theology and science. I don’t believe they are mutually exclusive, yet struggled to find my place in the world of religion. As part of that…
Out of practice
Phew! I am so out of practice that stringing words together and typing them into a document requires my full concentration … which is quite difficult when you are busy living, loving and laughing. Where has the summer gone? I’ve been so busy enjoying BBQs, beaches, craft beer and a boy that I have barely…
Standing On Thin Ice
This piece of flash fiction was written for Chuck Wendig’s Flash Fiction Challege: Pop Culture Mash-Up Edition I chose – by random number generator – #15 The Stand by Stephen King and #20 The Bible. What, pray tell, do these two books have in common other than their epic size? A significant amount of their…
Remembering Anthony Bourdain
I love him. You either do or you don’t. He’s not half and half. He’s 35% whipping cream which rose to the top. Sorry for the cliché, but we were discussing them in my writing class this week, so I had to let one creep in like a cat. There are so many words to describe…
All Dogs Deserve a Crown
It was a video of beagles freshly rescued from a laboratory which started my path to rescuing dogs. While my heart clenched so hard that tears poured out of my eyes, it also swelled with happiness that there were people who would save them. Someone from the lab tipped off the rescue that the beagles…
The Moonlit Path to God
“… the form of the moon can only be known through one’s own eyes. How can it be known through others?” ~ Aldous Huxley – The Perennial Philosophy Why does no one seek God? Have we completely lost the our ability to see? And why doesn’t religion show the way? Because “they” don’t see the…
My Obituary
My second creative writing course at the University of Toronto – Writing Through Reading – started three weeks ago. I’ve been so busy getting well that I haven’t had the time or inclination to blog. So sorry and thank you to those who reached out to see where my words were. Sharing my Week 1…
My Hero
Flash Fiction Challenge: Explore the Complications of Heroism from Chuck Wendig. “You are a hero!” my best friend whispered as she hugged me tightly. “Why?” I asked, “Because I didn’t die?” Still standing after a brutal year-long Round One in the ring with cancer and its insidious treatment, I need to squeeze my eyes shut…
Personal Pain
Am I allowed to feel a moment of personal pain? I feel guilty expressing my pain when it pales in comparison to other’s pain. The pain of Humbolt. The pain of Toronto. The pain on the other sides of those stories. The pain of the truck driver. What kind of pain did Alek Minassian feel…
Fox Diaries 