Grow Your Own

The above picture is me, posing at my wife's request with our first-ever harvest. It did not matter to her that I was then obviously occupied with entering the shower, nor that the many family members to whom she sent the picture might question what sorts of strange  things I was up to, naked, with...

Book Report (June 2019 #2)

Yes, this is the second book report of June though I am quite aware that July has birthed itself into the world and is well on its' way into childhood. I'm playing catch up and I don't mind admitting that.

Book Report (June 2019 #1)

Holy Moly! Side Note - I've discovered was actually a plant considered holy to Hermes, the Greek god of magic, language and communication. Cue rainbow, "The More You Know!" It's been a minute since I've reviewed anything here, and boy howdy has it piled up this month! Summer has arrived and I've gotten the obligatory...

The Appetizer Plate

Happy Solstice everyone! I'm thinking especially of any Yukoners reading this, and thinking fondly back on my time under the Midnight Sun, the festivities in Dawson to celebrate the brilliant daylight on the solstice. We are so disconnected from the Wheel of the Year in the world of artificial light and climate-controlled homes that it...

My Due Date

I'm giving birth tomorrow. It's going to be a girl, and the pregnancy has lasted half a decade, so I've been ready to pop for a while now. Of course, she's coming out of me as a full-fledged 12-year-old, and just like any child that age, I have to accept that she belongs to the...

The Infinite Individual

It's been two months since I've written a single word here. That's hard to digest. I ask fellow bloggers for advice, they say "post at least three times per week". Meanwhile I'm staring down the stove clock right now, it says 6:24 AM, and within 25 minutes I have to be on my bike and...

Mental Wizardry

It has been nearly a year now since I ran though an incredibly manic episode, newly obsessed with Chaos Magic in a way that amused my coworkers greatly and that my wife thought would disappear in a week or so, like so many of my fixations when my brain is on fire. To be perfectly...

Book Report (March 2018, no.2)

Hey fellow blogophiles! I would like to thank any and all of you out there that have stumbled upon/clicked here for your wordy wants and needs! As of this month my follower count is in the low thirties! Hey-Yo! Welcome to the big time, baby! My big updates are as follows; wife's birthday is fast...

I woke up thinking about work…

Hardly a shining start to the day. It was a minor anxiety inflated by a mind that had not yet woken. I kept turning around a worry about whether a minor detail I left unfinished yesterday would have been made worse by work done by the night shift (the eternal tug of war on any...

Book Report (March 2019)

I've been regularly waking up now 20 minutes earlier in order to facilitate whatever writing I can wedge in with a freshly woken mind and body, no work, children or spouse around. So far I've settled on using Blurb to self-publish again (I used them to make editing copies), and am getting used to their...

Book Report (February 2019)

I'm back after nearly two months' absence from the keyboard, I felt an almost physical aversion to writing the whole time, like I had to step away to reconstitute something. During that time I got the chance to make peace with what writing is to me, the place it holds in my heart, that I...

Seafood

Disclaimer! This is not in the same vein as "Stew", and definitely not a child-friendly story. Enjoy.     Dr.Mook arrives, as per usual, in terrible taste. A lobster, solidifying itself from the molecules to be had around him, willing himself into a semi-real point in space and time. A lobster, today (I'm terrifically allergic),...

Pulled along microseconds behind a rocket sled called Time.

Perception is everything - okay, maybe that's a little too "Tony Robbins" for you, but perception is perhaps the greatest determiner of happiness in this world. How you frame your situation in the world determines whether the divorce you just went through is an opportunity for growth or the reason your life is going nowhere....

Stew (Part 3)

The final part in my Halloween special. Start at part one if it passed you by. Dig in! She ate the rest of the second stock pot and fell asleep again, this time on the downstairs couch. This time, when she woke up, the voices were louder, and she could just hear the sound of furniture knocking...

Stew (Part 2)

Part two of three in my Halloween special! If you missed part one, scroll down or click here. For those of you sucked in, thanks so much for your reads and support. Enjoy!   And then, unmistakably, a spiny ridged back broke the surface, curling itself along the edge of the pot, before sinking under...

Stew

My first foray into short fiction. I'll be posting this story in three parts each day leading up to Halloween - it wasn't meant for the season, but I'll use use the serendipity of the moment. Boo.   Dinner was ugly. “Mongolian 19-Spice Stew,” her mother said, stirring the pot without turning her face up...

Book Report! (June 2018)

Writing my own words seems like an intransigent problem to me recently. They refuse to come, even in conversation, I'm unable to tell a story or a joke, the plot points dissolve on me, the narrative is cloudy. I'm having trouble making my own world feel like a coherent whole, and the lives of my...

My House

My house stopped smoking a little too late in life. She still has a raspy old smoker's laugh. My house practices voodoo but doesn't really believe in the stuff. My house had three kids by the age of 21 and one of them isn't speaking with her. My house drinks Smirnoff and smokes weed on...

The Bridge was Up

I have to cross the new Johnson Street bridge on the way to and from work every day, so I see the thing in all it's various modes and personalities, as a silent night creature and a buzzing city artery at rush hour. I do miss the old, blue, iron cantilever bridge that stood in...

Nourishing a Qualitative Orientation

I have not posted in so long that my blog writing feels like a phantom limb cut from me, a something-that-was-there and has atrophied to the point that I’m not sure what it’s purpose was, and appendix on the body of my inner world.
I read this and I remember. To share these things. The world is no machine, it is a wonderful, breathing thing and we are its’ waking neurons.

integral permaculture

“We need a philosophy we can smell, a pheromonal philosophy that draws us into the liminal and gives us the tools to navigate it. And it will not be the intellectuals who get us there. It will not be the autistic machinations of Silicon Valley, or the frothy mouthed proclamations of activists. It will be the artists, the shamans, those who go deeply within through embodied practices, the makers and doers and dancers. It will be those who are not talking about entering the liminal, but those who live there and know it like a second skin. ” – Alexander Beiner

Jean Gebser was a 20th century cultural philosopher who deeply valued the arts and what we could learn from them, and pointed the way towards a future integral consciousness that lives into the liminal spaces. His magnum opus, The Ever-Present Origin demonstrates the importance of moving from a Quantitative…

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Guess what I got in the mail (hint: an ego massage)

Seafood

Dr. Mook arrives, as usual, masked. His body today, that of a giant horrible lobster, his mask of a medieval plague doctor, black goggled eyes. "Why do you wear the mask, Dr. Mook?" To prevent infection... "What am I infected with?" The contagion of your world is mediocrity, boredom, an inability to see lovely synchronicity...

Climbing the Tree of Life

Hello again my lovelies. I find myself listening to Joe Rogan on my bike rides to and from the shipyard, and yesterday he is telling Neal Brennan about his unbelievable workout routine. Trail running, yoga, kettle bells, jiu jitsu, five days a week. Because he knows that a 50 year old man cannot slack off,...