20 Minute Journal
A Stone Quiet Firmament
Everything is stone quiet; the snow-covered fields, traffic on the highway distant below, jet planes above in the firmament. Even the farm dogs deep in the valley volleying barks with the coyotes, all of that tussle muted on the damp, heavy air. Everything is stone quiet. Stone quiet, and the moon is one day past…
Read MoreBeing Present, Right Now
Some days it strikes me that most important things I learn through the days I’ve already known at one point or another. Being present is one of them. This morning I was walking back from the gas station where I’m working. I stopped to pet the neighbor’s dogs who came running out to the road…
Read MorePowerful Words from a First Nations Elder
A year or two ago I was fortunate enough to hear elder Sykes Powderface speaking to a small group of mostly First Nations students at Exshaw School in the Canadian Rockies. He was telling them stories of growing up, of learning from his parents and grandparents, and the students sat riveted. When he asked them…
Read MoreSelf Serve Gas Station
This is poorly written, but what the hell. 11:30. It’ll take me about twenty minutes to walk there and I’m to start at 1:00, so I have about an hour left before my first shift. I’ll need to shower. I shaved yesterday. I’ll need to dig out some clothes too that don’t look like I…
Read MoreOver
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Read MoreOn Vulnerability
It was while standing on the roof of the trailer that it came to me, not a flash but a slow wave of understanding. A vulnerability that has been stewing for the last four months. The sun was shining bright but low in the sky, midday shadows dark and long across the snow trading space…
Read MoreLast Day of 2017
Can having a cold become an existential quagmire? If you’re of my ilk, the answer is yes! It would be nice to write something poignant for New Year’s Eve, but truth of the matter is I’ve been so sick lately that I’m lucky to string two coherent words together. Don’t worry, it’s “just a cold,”…
Read MoreNotes
It’s not as though I haven’t been thinking about writing. I think about it constantly, I live in constant introspection and observation. And I have been writing. I’ve started more sentences than I can finish. My thoughts are My thoughts are And yet there’s this feeling in my stomach of a certain certainty, things that…
Read MoreBeginning
Disjointed, draft, rambling thoughts. I’ll pull this together tomorrow, on the solstice. We mark time in our lives by events, a check and balance of how we should feel on a given day, at a given point. Christmas and other holidays, anniversaries, birthdays. These things hold some kind of sway over us, even if it’s…
Read MoreHamstrung
Disjointed, because that’s how I roll. I write these things knowing that people will turn away, but in the hope that some might not. I’ve sat in front of my computer a lot lately. This morning for ten minutes, and then another five, and later on another five. I’ve picked up my phone and opened…
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