Icarus, Compassion and Forgiveness. [ thepersianflaw.wordpress.com ] ICARUS Daedalus fashioned two pairs of wings out of wax and feathers for himself and his son. Daedalus tried his wings first, but before taking off from the island, warned his son not to fly too close to the sun, nor too close to the sea, but to follow his path of flight. Overcome by the giddiness that … Continue reading Icarus, Compassion and Forgiveness
AT VERONA by Oscar Wilde HOW steep the stairs within Kings’ houses are For exile-wearied feet as mine to tread, And O how salt and bitter is the bread Which falls from this Hound’s table,–better far That I had died in the red ways of war, Or that the gate of Florence bare my head, Than to live thus, by all things comraded Which seek … Continue reading Oscar Wilde | At Verona
When I was 13 years old I spent the weekend in Toronto with a girlfriend at her Mom’s friends condo in Downtown Toronto. Larry was an old friend her Mom had known since high school. I’d known him and his partner from my girlfriends house, our Mom’s were good friends. Many a night was spent in hysterical giggles at the antics of Larry’s partner, Bruce. … Continue reading Out And About At 13
How is Peace achieved? There are no easy answers nor is there one direction that leads towards that elusive thing called peace, and this song recognizes the incongruity that exists even to this day. Yet once that goal is set, once we recognize that differences in opinion are but small things when taken within the context of thousands upon thousands of individuals looking towards the … Continue reading Which Way To Peace?
Everyday it is my habit to rise before dawn, make my coffee and then head to the computer to read the morning paper. On some mornings it seems as though it is just one dismal story after another. Thankfully, occasionally I’m surprised and reminded that this world of ours has something new to teach us everyday. Today’s Toronto Star is the case in point – … Continue reading A World of Wonder
According to Jung, at around the age of six or seven we separate and then hide away the parts of ourselves that don’t seem acceptable, that don’t fit in the world around us. [first line from ‘Spirits in the Wires’, by Charles DeLint] I carry a wisp of that little girl still inside. I remember I was not feeling well that day, it was late … Continue reading The spirits are talking silliness thru the wires
All of the following photographs are from an album I thought I had accidentally deleted in a major file transfer I did when I bought my 1TB hard-drive. They are from 2009, the first year Tim and I were here. Was quite a surprise to find on my old Lacie drive. So there was all kinds of examples of light that first year, sunlight, fire … Continue reading The light from days past
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