There is something in the water.

In the air like flakes of snow.

Take the narrow to the broader.

I’m just learning letting go.

You are cold, and you are distant.

It’s all tell now and no show.

If I were just more consistent.

I could teach this letting go.

There’s a moral to this story.

Builds a plot like mold will grow.

There’s no need to say you’re sorry.

You taught me well this letting go.

I am cold and I am distant.

I’m all tell now and no show.

You teach well, so persistent.

Such a gift this letting go.

My first novel ‘Look Them In the Eyes’ published almost 3 months ago, and things are beginning to happen…

My half-sister Joyce, whom I hadn’t spoken to in almost 5 years, contacted me and let me know that she had read my novel, loved it, and died 2 weeks later. I was happy she approved and also that she reached out to me. She was a character in the Nov under a fictitious name, and getting her seal of approval matters to me.

Today, a first cousin from my father’s side of my family, whom I have never met or heard of, has reached out to say she is getting my book because she is interested in the topic of intergenerational transmission of family disfunction as it pertains to our family. Maria left her phone number and mentioned that she had met my mother when she was very young. I will be calling her tomorrow.

A friend of mine, Luke, told me that putting my book out there would take me to places that I could never predict, and once again, Luke is correct.

These are turns of events that I could never have seen coming; and there is much to be thankful for…

12 years ago, actually… I was in the final leg of an 11-week vacation, which had taken me to France and Italy and finally Bali. I had spent the final 7 weeks on a beach in the Indian Ocean when one day I realized that I had experienced enough vacation for one lifetime and I wanted to go home to the structure of Toronto and my life there.

It’s -14 degrees in the middle of January, and I’m working nights on a commercial for picture frames at Homesense…

I’m not complaining. No, really. Not once have I ever longed for that beach in Bali. Generally speaking, I’m happy where I’m at.

Seasons come and Seasons go…

Not much success. Yet satisfied.

No doubt blessed. Sometimes, I tried.

You never guessed. The truths inside.

I traveled West. Was no free ride.

Often impressed. The road was wide.

My eyes. My chest. Some tears were cried.

A joy confessed. You heard I lied?

Sometimes it’s best. Some truths to hide.

It is cold here in the north.

I’ve been going back and forth.

Do I stay here? Should I move?

Sounds so easy. Of courth, of courth.

Of course, I’ll never move.

Such a Canadian sort of Grove.

Just nod and keep complaining.

Stereotypical with much to prove.

It’s been here, and it’s been why.

I’ve been clear. Ain’t gonna lie.

You take it past the point of try.

I’m in my head, with powder dry.

It’s been why, and it’s been here.

Shots across the bough rings crystal clear.

Scorhed earth plans, not shed a tear.

You make your bed. You, my dear?

I don’t play. I think you should know.

Not looking back when I decide to go.

You gonna lose, not place or show.

When I don’t care. Reap what you sow.

You decide. Wanna turn it around.

I’m keeping my word, honor bound.

Silence now. Yeah, I love that sound.

What once was lost. Hope is found.