The panic started when the midday deadline came and went and I was nowhere near a computer. What if it didn’t happen today? All day the question plagued me. What if the middle of the week passed and there was no post? What would happen? The world would keep on turning, yes I know this. And I’m sure each follower and subscriber would forgive the lapse. But I was really hating the idea that Read more
Overheard and written on the 512 streetcar eastbound He repeated it like a mantra. Over and over he parroted the line a la Travis Bickle. Ben knew he’d only have one chance to say it, Steve Borquist wouldn’t hand anything over if he hesitated, or repeated. He’d think it was his stutter. No, he needed the food. “You want your lunch you have to pay for it.”. That’s what she’d said. He hadn’t seen her Read more
the present moment. that’s all there is. right here. right now. and that’s the manifest for this week… be where you are. fully. commit to being present. and enjoy. enjoy your moments people.
Crafted on Ossington The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Juno Diaz This was really happening. Her mother was sitting there under the yellow floor lamp she had found over on Rusholme. Sitting cross legged like the yogi she never was. That was the first clue, or should have been. But Linn didn’t understand this wasn’t a dream until her mother, dead for two months, instructed her quite clearly to look at her hands. Read more
five minutes @ my desk, Toronto, ON Ayurveda: The Science of Self-Healing by Dr. Vasant Lad “I call bullshit.” He pronounced it like a five-year old making up the rules as he went. On the spot. Just like that, a chapter closes. She blinked the slowest, lazy cow like blink of detachment she could muster. She just didn’t have the energy. She was trying to carry the load on this one but it wasn’t making it lighter. Read more
So many voices. So many voices inside my head that when I was ten I worried I’d inherited the crazy gene. I had heard the stories about the crazy aunt in Jamaica. I had my own memories of her, so faded I had to squint to remember but the craziness was clear, and I’d experienced them firsthand. Curses and needle pricks, white ghosts running barefoot underneath the house. I worried that if it wasn’t already in Read more
Crafted on Ossington 5:50EST The War of Art By Stephen Pressfield There’s no one else after us. This is it. Mona always got dramatic when they talked about their dad’s upcoming nuptials. It was up to them to lift the curse. And make no mistake the curse was real. Nana Blake was very clear on this. The women in the family had to be in a committed relationship with the father of their children or Read more
Unprecedented second post. On a Monday no less. But I had to do something to shake off the glum feeling from the Monday Manifestos. Note to self, just because it’s a challenge doesn’t mean it can’t be fun. So here’s what I find fun, writing. It’s difficult and often challenging but definitely also fun. A friend of mine has found a way to keep the challenge of daily writing fun – keep it short and Read more