Thursday, May 09, 2013
Thursday, September 13, 2012
2012 is a long way from 1951
The photo is evidence that the 16th annual mens lake cruise did indeed take place. (Kate Winslet never showed...).
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Still here, just not 'here' much...
The son does well too, and goes to Concordia in Montreal this fall for Electroacoustic music - a sample piece here: Ryan Orion
|The kids in Victoria, BC Easter 2012|
|Moi...at Fletcher Falls near Nelson, BC|
|Canada Day last year - can it get more Canadian?|
|Nelson waterfront at low water in spring 2012|
Saturday, November 05, 2011
Occupy your heart
I think there are a few other things happening too:
- Discovering that there a movement can arise that doesn't really care if the mainstream media or politicians get them...that predictable outcomes are something those in power should be afraid of (or pay attention to).
- Being rich ain't what it used to be ... at least the uber-rich might consider not flaunting it in a world that is beginning to see them as, ignorant and wasteful.
- Moving to conversation before taking positions or demands is a good thing...this one leading to conversation about equity and what kind of society we want to live in.
I'm an optimist by nature, and I don't need to see results or clear plans to know when an idea is gaining some ground. Or as one demonstration sign hopefully says, "THE BEGINNING IS NIGH!"
Monday, September 05, 2011
Summer has been fine...
Our home was also filled with visitors from Australia, Vancouver, Victoria, Ottawa, Gabriola Island and Japan. Loved every one of them, but also enjoyed the odd quiet day, with the canoe calling, playtime with the neighbors on the beach, a good novel or a few...and the feeling of 'summer' that brings back the Halcyon days of childhood.
Tomorrow feels like the first day of the year.
Saturday, July 09, 2011
Seeking peace...through poetry
translated by Peter Cole, Yahya Hijazi, and Gabriel Levin
At times … I wish
I could meet in a duel
the man who killed my father
and razed our home,
a narrow country.
And if he killed me,
I’d rest at last,
and if I were ready—
I would take my revenge!
But if it came to light,
when my rival appeared,
that he had a mother
waiting for him,
or a father who’d put
his right hand over
the heart’s place in his chest
whenever his son was late
even by just a quarter-hour
for a meeting they’d set—
then I would not kill him,
even if I could.
Likewise … I
would not murder him
if it were soon made clear
that he had a brother or sisters
who loved him and constantly longed to see him.
Or if he had a wife to greet him
and children who
couldn’t bear his absence
and whom his gifts would thrill.
Or if he had
friends or companions,
neighbors he knew
or allies from prison
or a hospital room,
or classmates from his school …
asking about him
and sending him regards.
But if he turned
out to be on his own—
cut off like a branch from a tree—
without a mother or father,
with neither a brother nor sister,
wifeless, without a child,
and without kin or neighbors or friends,
colleagues or companions,
then I’d add not a thing to his pain
within that aloneness—
not the torment of death,
and not the sorrow of passing away.
Instead I’d be content
to ignore him when I passed him by
on the street—as I
that paying him no attention
in itself was a kind of revenge.
April 15, 2006
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
I recently won the job lottery and left my 10 year consulting business to work as the Director, Community Engagement for the Columbia Basin Trust, an organization that has a large endowment and delivers a huge range of benefits to the Columbia River Basin (with the interest).
Check out the My Basin pages to see the lovely and special place that I live and work.