Prologue As this is my last post of 2015, a lot has been coming up for me in terms of what to write about. For those of you who know me, or who are regular readers, you know that I’ve been feeling my way through a whole bunch of things lately. It feels as if the past two months have been a real challenge, in that regard, even though everything …
Since last week’s post (“A Scapegoat Story”) I have had some truly illuminating feedback. It started with a direct comment I received on my blog page. I didn’t respond right away because I wasn’t sure I understood it and I wanted to get clear on what the reader was saying. I also wanted to be sure how I felt about receiving it. However, before I was even able to take …
Sitting in the Village in Manhattan on a tiny patio at the Malt House Pub. Outside, the sirens blare. I’m drinking a pint of locally brewed Blueprint Toasted Lager backed with a shot of Jamieson Black Barrel (I think)… or is it the other way around? Which backs which? I used to hate this city when I was in my early 20’s… Just like I hated Vancouver. But since then, …
From September 3, 2010 “I’m so afraid. Please, god help me. I fear I’ve made some terrible mistakes and that I am somehow heading for a disaster of huge proportions.” Believe it or not, these are the first few lines of a recent journal entry of mine. When I wrote this, I was battling an episode of fear that was so crippling, I could not go 5 minutes without feeling …
