It was a beautiful day to SUP today. Checked the wind forecasts and it looked like the west side was a good bet, so I chucked my board on the car and headed for Tunstall Bay. Out on the bay the water was a little windy but I powered into it and headed for the first point, the one I call swimmer’s rock because Sue Schloegl and Sharon Slugget always rest there when they are out swimming. Rounded the point and SHOCK! Right beside the lighthouse at Cape Roger Curtis was a 50 foot barge with a crane …
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On my way back to Toronto after spending time with my mom and dad in Thornbury Ontario. If I have time I like to stop by the grave of my great great grandparents Mungo Dand and Catherine Ann Munro who are buried in the cemetery of Burns Presbyterian Church in Feversham Ontario. My great great great grandparents William and Marion Dand are also buried here, but their graves are unmarked. These two are a tragic story. Catherine died in childbirth delivering her fifth child who himself died two months and 20 days later. Mungo remarried but lost his second wife …
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There are conversations I don’t want to have and there are conversations I show up in and where I don’t like how I show up there. How to change these? We are always inside the conversations we don’t want to have. We cannot leave them. We always have to host from inside this place. At some level you can never leave earth. You belong here and to every conversation that is happening here. You are invited to host it all. That is your obligation for being given the gift of life.
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Martin Luther King Jr., writing from teh Birmingham City jail in April of 1963, mused a little on time: I am coming to feel that the people of ill will have used time much more effectively than the people of goodwill. We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the vitriolic words and actions of the bad people, but for the appalling silence of the good people. We must come to see that human progress never rolls in on wheels of inevitability. It comes through the tireless efforts and persistent work of men willing to be co-workers …
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Bruce Cockburn is probably my favourite songwriter. This is Pacing the Cage, a hymn for our times: Sometimes the best maps will not guide you You can’t see what’s round the bend Sometimes the road leads through dark places Sometimes the darkness is your friend