A dream last night that I couldn’t shake despite waking from it twice had me arriving from a flight to Vancouver and being met by my father. Such a surprise that he managed to navigate his way through public transportation to welcome me home. I was so happy and relieved to see him. I followed him up an escalator, on the Skytrain, on the bus; always behind him, always looking up at him. We went in circles, neither of us could navigate the city well enough to escape the loop. The city blurred every place I’ve lived; Peace River, Edmonton, and here, Vancouver. We never found our way. Continued…
(Losing and Finding) The Way
My Regular Mind, posted on November 12, 2009 at 09h09
tags used: dreaming
Remembering
Crime of Life, posted on November 11, 2009 at 11h41
tags used: holidays
I was young when my grandfather died. He was a veteran of the second world war. This is what I remember.
Mom was crying, dad was holding her. My aunts and uncles, cousins and grandma, they were all there, but I didn’t want to look around. When grandpa was sick, we visited him a lot in the hospital. I never wanted to go. The smell bothered me. But mom said it was important, so we all went together. When I saw him in the casket, I remember he looked the same as he did in the hospital, only asleep. For a while after this I was afraid of going to sleep. Continued…
Impatience
My Regular Mind, posted on November 9, 2009 at 08h00
Nowhere else in nature is such impatience found as it is in us. It never used to be this way, probably because we simply didn’t know any better. Now technology has created a demand of instant satisfaction. At any given moment, we hardly have time; it is not on our side, we have turned it against ourselves. Continued…
Huffing and Puffing
Crime of Life, posted on November 5, 2009 at 01h07
After he kicked in my front door, I stopped threatening to call the police and actually did. The man wanted nothing more than to come inside and pull Ivan out — and it wasn’t as though I liked Ivan, but by comparison he was far safer than the big bad wolf at the door.
This man was prone to bad decisions. A distant friend of a friend who was new in town and lived nearby. I was friendly, we hung out. I recall one night when I went camping, he showed up. No tent, no sleeping bag; nothing but a few flats of beer. He drank without pause. There was this place he knew of that he insisted on driving to, and he went, a dozen beers later. When he came back, he bragged about his near collision. Like it was some mark of manliness. Continued…
My Back to the Drawing Board
My Regular Mind, posted on November 4, 2009 at 10h33
My web site doubts have devoured me. Already. As I think about usefulness and practicality, I wonder who but my imaginary fans might visit it. I wanted a means to bridge my politics and creativity. Exposure. But the Internet is already full of exposure, and who can really harness that, anyway? And so it will come along now, a new vision. Something far simpler. And with that, new deadlines, new delays.
At least in part.
Of Spirits Good and Evil
My Regular Mind, posted on November 1, 2009 at 08h41
This morning was wondering why the sun was up earlier than it had been in the past weeks. Had we slept in? Was I late for work? No, in the busyness of the day before and the shenanigans that night, we’d forgotten to fall behind. The unexpected extra hour was vastly relaxing.
Our home is lined with boxes of our things, some packed carefully and some rushed. Some in the room they belong, others not. It is a beautiful place already, but with us in it, it becomes something more. Something complete. And when everything is in its proper place, it will only be greater. It did not rain on us yesterday as was predicted. I suppose it couldn’t have. Not while the universe is at peace. Continued…
