The past few weeks have been an emotional roller-coaster ride for a number of different reasons. The roller-coaster highs have indeed been high, and the lows … well very low! Let us start with a definite high. Continue reading
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“The Volunteer”
“Just Thinking” is a book of poetic verse, most of which are based on personal experiences, and may therefore reflect life to many readers. The book is available in eBook, paperback and hard cover formats from Friesen Press, amazon and all the other usual on-line book retailers.
In the late 1970’s, I spent just over two years as a volunteer with the Crisis Intervention Unit at Toronto East General Hospital, and this piece was written as a reflection of one particular night-shift. Continue reading
“What if?”
The Leslie Spit Treeo were only active from 1988 to 2000, but they recorded a number of interesting songs. “What if?” is one that I really like. Enjoy! Continue reading
“Get Home”
You cannot beat a good close relationship issue to fire up the emotions for some strong song writing. Continue reading
Mental Health a la Mother Nature!
I spent the first 29 years of my life in England and, as many of you will know, living there always puts you within reach of an ocean or sea. It doesn’t matter where you live, salt water is not that far away. Continue reading
Adjusting to Canada!
Making the adjustment from England to Canada was not a major challenge given the language and cultural similarities however, it did have its moments of concern. I just recently had a dialogue about my early interactions with the police in Canada, and it was requested that I provide the full story! Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 103 (1975)
Getting to and from work was an adventure as it dictated me using the TTC (Toronto Transit Commission) which, during October, necessitated standing outside and waiting for the appropriate bus in clothes that were suitable for the climate! Continue reading
“The Volunteer” – Epilogue.
I worked as a volunteer in the Crisis Intervention Unit at Toronto East General Hospital for about 2-1/2 years and experienced many situations however, one particular phone call was (fortunately) a very uncommon occurrence. Continue reading
Where there is love, there is life.
Sometimes I look at Ray and I am in total conflict with feelings of sadness for his past life, and happiness with having him here. His past life really is an unknown but there are a lot of indicators pointing towards less than desirable circumstances. When I first met him he was expressionless, distant, vocal, and reactive. He was a loner. He was a survivor. Continue reading
A New Direction Perhaps? 