I am waiting in the shadows of low light For soon these will fade in glorious sun. The past is gone with all these mountains of memory.

Soon there will be a new day upon us. And I for one am not going to waste this opportunity pining for yesteryears from some bygone era where secrets dwelt on the shoulders of giants.

The opportunity of now is this wonderful thing called life. I will attempt to be at peace with the fact that not everyone I meet will not be as fortunate as me and maybe I can help.

It’s early and soon I will get out of bed .

I don’t know what it is, however… Whenever I read Bukowski… I want to write.

Maybe it’s one alcoholic speaking to another, I don’t know. A safe place for a sober, dare I say recovered alcoholic; hearing tales from a dead man?

No, it’s the courage that I lacked when I was down the rabbit hole that he possessed. To be so honest in and about his addictions, maybe that’s the identification that happens?

She asked, “Would the boy you were be proud of the man you’ve become? “

Not something I have ever thought of before however, I’m going with “YES.”

You think as a child your experience is singular and unique and later realize you’re just one of many sharing from the same unconcious pool.

I was and still am a spiritual being having a physical experience.

The gift of being a parent is that I know all the feelings and experiences she is having are part of me with the added bonus that I am there for her to help and hopefully guide. I am so grateful for this life and opportunity at life regardless of my judgment of good or bad. It wasn’t always this way, so yes.

The article in the Economist stated that several independent reports came to the same conclusion that no benefits are evident from gender reassignment surgeries. However, apparently, there’s still raging debates on the issue.

I’ve heard it said that there are no more girls and no more boys. From children’s points of view, they are all just one.

I have trouble with the last one…

My friend David likens it to when the European Christians came to North America and tried to convince a native population that their Christian God would save the natives souls and everything that they previously believed was wrong and the Missionaries believed what they were saying and in this country Canada 🇨🇦, they removed these native children from their parents and put them in ‘Residential Schools’ with often disastrous results.

It occurs to me that certain individuals and powers that be have been successful in promoting the ideas that not having children is a great thing and that men are inherently evil. However, from this vantage point, it appears that these changes originate from different sources than the patriarchy.

Better to teach children about boundaries early on… rather than later, looking through plexiglass, asking for canteen money.

Dennis Mantin

Good lawyers are expensive however in time I have learned that great lawyers are priceless because some people don’t play fair and sometimes when you are say trying to protect the most precious and vulnerable in our society it requires great legal help.

I have found in life that you generally get what you pay for and I am currently in the grin and bare it mode however even in this theme there’s a strange calm in knowing that the Adults have entered the room and they know what they are doing and yes they will be paid!

I feel something built up; rising from somewhere ancient deep and a part of me nods and smiles:

“There you are! My old friend Rage… How ya been?”

I let him out and I spout some frothy nonsense until even I think.

‘Yeah right”

My apologies are genuine and fast! I’ve been down this road and have become resigned to the possibility that I may never find the ability to shut up when I am emotionally charged and challenged.

Jason sits at Queen at Jameson, his head bowed slightly taking stock of the trinkets that sit on the sidewalk beside him. He’s been here for decades now.

You usually hear him throat scream before you see him and most that hear that pain walk around him to avoid what ever it is that Jason offers.

The trinkets and toys are from a child long gone or grown… I can’t be sure except this was Jason’s child when he was younger and living on the east coast.

Whenever I think I’m having a bad day or that the lawyer bills for my child’s custody and safety are too much… it’s Jason who provides me with perspectives.

I have watched you in your pain and I’ve listened to you in your assuredness and I have wondered how did your mind get so certain?

It isn’t that you’re always wrong, no. It’s that you’re so certain that you’re always right and never wrong that’s I find interesting.

Where I knew for certain of the dilemma you find yourself in… was the time you responded to my claim that my daughter was my best friend.

You snapped with vitriol.

“You can’t be friends with your children.”

I responded, ” It is sad for you that this was your experience.

No doubt with me, it was here that you developed this lonely certainty you cling to so tightly.

It’s not wrong to feel sorry.

It’s not right to enjoy the fall.

You just need to row your own dory.

So sorry you can’t have it all.

I guess I could say I got what I came for.

Guess you could say she got what she needs.

It means sometimes the bad guys score.

It means sometimes the monster feeds.

Oh hell now don’t look so broken hearted.

Not done for you, you just faced your fears.

Win lose or draw you finish what you started.

If it makes you happy then shed some tears.