Wow, life is complex! I keep telling myself I need to simplify my life. I keep telling myself I want a simple life but evidently I really don’t. Selling our home. Returning to school. I’m a complex person with too much baggage to check at the curb. I never seem to feel one definitive way about anything anymore. In truth, I normally feel conflicted. Often simultaneously bombarded by opposing feelings and thoughts. Continue reading “Beauty In A Moment”
I find it interesting that ahead of a busy conference where I will reacquaint myself with numerous friends and attend many professional meetings, that the solitude of my 900 kilometre motorcycle ride brings a type of clarity that I can only achieve through isolation. Watch out Quebec City – the lone rider has arrived!!!
I had envisioned crafting a story in a eloquent 1500 word essay about the dream that was a house in Fergus, Ontario. However, that is not to come. The story that felt best to scribe is what is before us now.
A house was built by newlyweds with the dream of a large family. Continue reading “The House A Dream Built”
It is dark and raining outside, as two people work in a brightly lit garage. The rhythmic volley of showers continues to pound the pavement as my daughter hands me tools. We both judiciously focus on our task, containing our excitement. Four months ago, we said goodnight and tonight we awake my motorcycle. The bonds suspending my KLR650 from the ceiling, removed. The battery to ignite the dream, restored. Continue reading “The Season Begins”
40 trips around the sun. Well…this is not exactly how I envisioned my life unfolding. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing but rather that there is no way I could have anticipated the twists and turns that have brought me here. How many people have I been over these 4 decades? To others I’ve been a son, brother, friend, husband, father. How many versions of myself have there been? As I reflect across each decade, I feel I evolve into someone new and different yet strangely familiar to a past self. Continue reading “Versions of Myself”
Reflecting on the last 6 months, draws into perspective how much life can change but paradoxically also stays the same. I’ve written about travels near and far. Explored my fascination with people yet my desire at times for solitude. My daughter and I ventured to Brazil (here and here), road tripped to the Gulf of Mexico and fell in love with camping. There have been a number of challenges that I’ve shared as I’ve navigated loss, grief and mental fatigue. On the heels of those challenges, I feel that I found new possibilities, new adventures and even enjoyed drinking some old memories. Continue reading “Six Months and Counting”