My Dad’s Hands

June 17, 2018

My Dad’s hands were always bigger than mine

My Dad’s hands raced stock cars

My Dad’s hands drove millions of miles

My Dad’s hands could be tough

My Dad’s hands held my son

My Dad’s hands showed love

I miss my Dad’s hands

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I’m on my phone. A lot. I’m not sure of the deep rooted ’causes’, but at times I’m #NoseDeep. This has caused some issues. And while at evident at times, I don’t know if I ever understood them. 

Last night; however, over take out, things become a little more clear. 

I watched an episode of Black Mirror. This particular episode, entitled #Nosedive – a satirical and at times awkwardly creepy look at our interaction with / use of social media. 

It gave me pause for reflection and as I walk the sidewalks or the hallways of work, I can’t help but wonder. Certainly can’t help but think of my own actions. 

You? 

I’m a bit late to the game, but ‘better late than never’ – I guess.  

Ash Wednesday marks the beginning of Lent – 40 days where Christians are called upon to deepen their individual and collective spiritual lives. 

The notion here being that the sustained practice will help improve our spiritual well-being and help us become more mindful/aware of how the Spirit is present and working in our lives. 

Recent events, whether they be minor accidents, passing comments, or something deeper, have given me pause to reflect on how I am being ‘present’ and if I am truly mindful of my being, my actions and my intentions. 

Instead of ‘giving up’ something for Lent, I am going to embark on a journey of sharing. 

I’ve had a passion for photography and over the last couple of years that passion has waned. Grant it – I still take many photos but with no real intent or purpose. 

So tonight I took a look at my photo library and I was amazed at how many photos I have taken. While there are over 15,000 photos in my library, I have forgotten what some of those photos mean – the memories, the importance, and the instrinsic value has all but been lost. 

Recognizing that, I thumbed through, as one can do, my digital library and picked out 30 photos. With each photo came a memory – an opportunity to reflect on a time, place and / or person. 

Over the next 30 days, I will be sharing those photos via my Instagram feed. I’ll be using this time to silently recognize and appreciate a time, place or being and how my life has been enriched. 

If you are so inclined, you too can share what’s important to you. 

Writing – Good for the Soul

November 15, 2015

A grey Sunday morning. You can feel the change of the seasons. 

There’s so much noise around us, around me and I look for an escape, a way to let go of what’s not important and at the same time concentrate on what is. 

Writing helps. Writing is an outlet. I don’t share much of it. Most of it is tucked away in a black note book that I keep close to my guitars.

I’m going to share some of it here. Very basic. Amateurish and perhaps silly at times. But still a creative outlet… 

Friday Night (a work in progress)

It’s Friday night and I’m all alone / As the snow / It covers the city / Play back the memories / Find your face / Can’t help but say aren’t you pretty 

It’s been 3 months / Since you’ve been gone / Since you hid those tears from your eyes / As you walked away / You turned and you said / I just can’t wear this disguise 

It hurts like hell / And the pain is real / Even with the passage of time / I know you’re hurting / You want a change / Just wish you were mine 



That Moment…

October 31, 2015

That moment. That exact moment. Do you know it? I just experienced it. My heart is broken.

The Way I Feel Today

November 29, 2014

I can’t remember the last time I was truly sad. Sad in the way where your gut wrenches and your thoughts are consumed.

It’s a strange feeling. I’d like to think that my friends and family think of me as upbeat, ‘happy go-lucky’ if you’ll excuse that colloquialism. But today I feel sad.

This isn’t a seasonal thing, nor a persistent and/or recurring feeling, this is, as I alluded to earlier, something I haven’t felt in a long time.

So I find myself back here, writing, thinking and sharing.

I’ve made mistakes and bad decisions. Some of those were fuelled by selfishness, others by carelessness, and others were propelled by a misguided sense of adventure, which has caused sadness for others and sadness for me.

For those that know me – I mean truly know me, I don’t easily disguise my feelings. When it comes to reading my emotions, I’m the Saturday morning comics. Simple.

The way I feel today is strange. Sad. Honest. Heart-wrenching sadness.

Perhaps it’s true that sadness can’t be experienced without knowing happiness. Happiness – more on that in a later post.

I’ll be alright.

Simply put

December 9, 2013

The goal is 185!