This past week the Halifax International Buskers Festival has been going on. After the past couple years of being at times awed, enthralled, engaged – but mostly bored and somewhat annoyed at the cause of my boredom, I had decided I would give myself a year off from it. With my niece
Keep Reading ... →My past five days have been incredibly busy. I’ve had my twelve year old niece visiting and, as this is the first time she’s ever come solo for a visit with me, I wanted to make sure she had the chance to have loads of fun and experience what Halifax
Keep Reading ... →Over the past few days it’s felt next to impossible to write. Granted, there have been a lot of things to make it difficult. A ten year high school reunion that took up 12 hours of my day, days of heat – the type of heavy, wet, energy sucking heat
Keep Reading ... →I’ve been reading through the novel I started writing about 7 years ago. It started off as a few lines of writing inspired by a walk in a small town in rural NB about 4 years earlier, followed by a sketch I wrote in a notebook while at the Northrop Frye Festival
Keep Reading ... →Several weeks ago I was at the airport waiting to board a flight I should have boarded 20 minutes earlier. I started people watching. I noticed a young girl, probably about three years old, happily playing with a number of children also waiting to board. The staff started calling families,
Keep Reading ... →Today was one of those days when my body decided to be my enemy and leave me in some pretty excruciating pain. To add to it, a call from the doctor’s office revealed that, although not life threatening, they found the reason for my pain and wanted me to come
Keep Reading ... →Last night I came across a section from Kahlil Gibran’s, “On Children.” As I read, I reflected on my own experience with my parents, the experiences of my siblings, the stories I’ve heard from people’s experiences with their parents, and the experience I hope to create for my own children
Keep Reading ... →I was walking home from an appointment this afternoon when I decided to walk through the Public Gardens (a beautiful fenced in garden in downtown Halifax) and spend a few minutes soaking in some sun and reading Wizard’s First Rule, the book I was talking about in yesterday’s post. When the alarm went
Keep Reading ... →With the exception of The Hobbit, The Lord of The Rings, and The Chronicles of Narnia (which I got started on before I reached double digits), I haven’t read very many fantasy books. I’m not sure why. I loved both of them. They took me to places my normal reading choices don’t go. At
Keep Reading ... →I watched a video today that had me smiling in moments. It was about a 71 year old man , Steven Jepson, whose philosophy in life is “never leave the playground.” For Jepson, that means keeping active, agile, sharp, and exuberant by daily play. Jepson had me wanting to head
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