There is a difference between being bored and being horny, no? It’s not human contact that I miss, it’s intimacy that is such a distant memory.

She sounds happy. She’s with her mother who also sounds good.

I am writing here in the shadows contented… raising up the dead from my faulty memory.

She’s the one with all the hopes and dreams. I can hear it in her voice. I am nothing more than a grateful listener.

This quiet Sunday with barren streets… Was preceded by Saturday unrest which included Jason and Irene screaming in unison from both the north and south sides of Queen Street at Jamieson for hours.

Here in my backyard I can hear none of that. In the distance there are children playing…

Perhaps the calm before the storm?

The trick is, if you’re upset, to STOP: and ask yourself if you are HUNGRY, ANGRY, LONELY or TIRED.

The wisest will tell you that we so seldom speak of being LONELY that the symbol should be referred to as H.A.T.

The simplicity and beauty of a freshly opened orchid.

Photograph by David Carlson

Orchid by God

The sun rose again today spreading light on and through the gloom.

Again I slept with the night and woke with the day and am again grateful for the peace and quiet that is this… here and now.

Again I remember the words of my uncle John Kenneth(JK) “If you don’t have your health you don’t have anything”

Nights are becoming days and vice versa. Today I almost slept till noon and I’m a get up at sunrise sort.

I don’t know why I’m bothered by this. Acceptance is the key except when you want to sleep and can’t.

Dennis Mantin

The present is on hold.

The future is more uncertain than ever.

I am lost in the past. Winding down those roads and rivers of yesteryears. Tis safe there now even though it wasn’t safe then… Ah the perspective of survival!

I have these memories from childhood. Down by the river, just me and the tide. Rising to me and falling to somewhere. Where are the others? What do they say? What are they like? What do they do?

It was like that on the farm… not knowing. A naive dream state where few answers were forthcoming.

I left the farm and the river to the answers, past where the tides went and now I am there… feeling contentment at having had that time of naivete.

The individual known as the Generalist who knows science, religion, history and politics has been replaced by the the specialist who knows everything there is to know about any particular thing such as mating habits of the hummingbird.

Just doesn’t seem like progress to me.