I was in a state of turmoil. Here I was was back in London, my childhood home, living with my parents, out of work and out of my beloved Zen practice, separated from my teacher, Dr. Kim, with whom I had invested so much of the past 2 years of my life, and I was Read more
Though I knew the Old Lady from Calgary had said something very important to Dr. Kim about me, having spent 10 minutes discussing what she had learned from her ‘reading’ of my energy, I had no idea what it was about. Dr. Kim simply responded with lots of nodding and u-hums, but beyond this, I Read more
Though I had been reading Thomas Merton’s books on Zen Buddhism and Carmelite spirituality, and had found them intriguing, I still had not seen the irony in reading books about Catholic mysticism to strengthen my resolve to shave my head and go to a Zen monastery as a monk. And though Dr. Kim had read Read more
The chapel was bathed in a soothing yellow light, the monks, and a few of the local farmers from the Valley, were waiting quietly for morning Mass to begin. In the near silence, one could hear pages turning, and the sound of books being shuffled here and there in the choir stalls, and monks clearing Read more
The early fall evening was warm and the lower forests of the Bow Valley still yellow, as I drove the winding road up to Dr. Kim’s house for meditation class on Cougar Creek Crescent in Canmore. I was still excited about meditation class at Dr. Kim’s, despite the fact that it was painful to sit Read more
Meeting someone even once can change your life. Here’s a story about one such encounter with a man who changed the way I saw myself – all in 30 minutes. I was cycling the first leg of a 250km trip from Jasper, Alberta to Canmore, Alberta, through the most stunning scenery in the world, the Read more
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust;” ancient words we’re not used to hearing these days. Ashes are dry, lifeless flakes of things once living and now dead. Christians are anointed with them on Ash Wednesday. In navigating the masculine journey, ashes are a symbolic reminder that many of our goals, dreams, and desires don’t turn Read more
For New Years, my sweetheart and I took a road trip to the Muskokas in Ontario. We had no plan, no reservations, no timetable to follow, except to see where we ended up. It was, as we called it, “our adventure.” The simple pleasure of asking, “You want to try that? You want to got Read more
You smell a familiar perfume From a girl you knew long ago On a holiday weekend And you know… That you’re there once more In some forgotten story From your private library Of things that you’ll remember Then it comes back again, those OLD EMOTIONS And it brings back, those OLD EMOTIONS ~ The Spoons, Read more
June 13th, 2011 was the 20th anniversary of the death of a friend of mine, Ken Bovey. Ken died at the age of 32 from scleroderma, a rare auto-immune disease. This is the story of the last 10 months of Ken’s life. It is a story of how one man prepared for his own death. Read more
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