Musings

The question of what it means to be Canadian crops up every now and again. Predictably, when our sovereignty is challenged, the question arises again and, like never before, our sovereignty has been threatened in the mid-2020's. I was born and raised in Montréal, second generation on my mother's side, umpteenth generation on my dad's. My research, so far, shows ancestors in Québec back to the mid-1700"s. I've not strayed far, living along the mighty St Lawrence River, in Q

I grieve Though my ancestors stole your land Though my ancestors stole your history Though my ancestors stole your languages Though my...

Speak to me not of your gods and goddesses I've no need to know how the earth and the sky has come to be The world that surrounds me...

On the first day of my Covidcation I… I really don’t remember! Covid was unprecedented in my lifetime. It prefaced many unprecedented...

I am One with the Earth I am One with everything in and of the Earth I am One with the Universe I send my Roots deep within the Earth I...

Over the past while, I have come to question a lot that I have believed in about my country. Canada is known for being a beautiful...

I am tired. Exhausted, really. I am tired of ranting. I am tired of having to rant. I am tired of there being so much to rant about....

I had my chainsaw. I had my protective eye wear. I had my L.L. Bean flip-flops. I was ready. P wanted some branches removed from the...

I finally decided to take out my bicycle for the first time this year. It was a cloudy, warm, day but I felt the need to move. Those who...

I think I have reinvented myself many times over the years. That can probably be said for most of us who have lived past the age of 10....