More Birds, Bugs, and Boats

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There ended up being quite a few pictures I took that did not get inserted into my blog posts about my Kootenay travels so here are a few more of my favourites for your enjoyment. Here are a couple of … Continue reading

Birds, Bugs, and Boats… and Nelsolonika?

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Part II.V (A surprise addition to my three part story) The Unexpected It was getting very close to me leaving for the North when one of my aunts surprised us with a visit.  With her, were a couple really cool … Continue reading

Everlasting Summer


The sun is out

And kids are screaming

The breeze is thick

With the stench of believing

Everlasting summer

This will be an everlasting summer

You are high

On the sweet fragrance

Of budding leaves

And petals with colours

That put your mind at ease

Close your eyes with me

This will be an everlasting summer

Everlasting summer

Take my hand

We will dance on the wind

She will carry us through

Beyond all we have sinned

She will carry us through

This everlasting summer

This summer everlasting

Close your eyes

Believe what is said

This will be forever

Perpetual summer

But open your eyes

None of this is true

This bliss was all imagined

Oh how did this happen to you?

The snow is falling

The leaves are dead

And your summer everlasting

Is lost in your head


Trivial Matters

I couldn’t say when it happened.  It just did.  Like most things these days, it seemed to have come out of nowhere.


I often ask myself if any of this is truly real.  Or if any of it really matters the way they say it does.  In the end I still don’t really know.  Every day, I wake up and I am this person.  A person created from events past and events waiting to happen.  Oddly enough I still don’t know how this person came to be or where they are going.  Actually, there is still a lot I don’t know.

I don’t know where this routine came from, or why it is important.  Rather than the obvious, which is money.  I don’t know why I eat the same things day after day and choose to leave things as they are.  This person that is me has evolved and embraced a lack of caring for many important events.  Why should it matter if I cease to stop talking and why should it matter if I would rather talk to a stranger?  Why should it matter that a person has lost interest in the novelty of friendship, and instead embraced the companionship of white walls and a warm blanket?

Society tells us things, and as time passes, they tell us more.  And so in my mind I know that asking all of these questions or separating the self from myself is something rather insane.  But can’t I simply just write a nice piece of writing about growing up, written in a crazy way just to show how crazy the experience is without me, myself being deemed nonsensical?  Or would we rather just brush that emotion aside and just live as this person that we don’t remember becoming but knew we would one day become?

Maybe this is all a little trivial, to be consumed by the questions of who this person is and why I live their life.  Perhaps wondering if there is some sort of alternate universe and having interest in knowing what it would look like if it were to exist, is trivial as well.  That alternate universe may possibly just be an option that this person has not chosen, or better yet, all of the options that this person has not chosen.  And so the alternate universe is simply what could have happened at every turn but won’t ever be.  So here I am, with my warm blanket and white walls, possibly with a cup of tea at hand and a good bottle of wine.  Who says you can’t have two wonderful drinks at once?

These may be all the questions of a crazy person’s babble, but that is alright, for this is just a piece of fiction about growing up.


Taking Some Health Habits From My Younger Self


Yesterday I did something I haven’t done since I was a kid at home with my mum; I pulled out the juicer.

Growing up, vegetable juicing was a big part of my childhood.  Mum would bring out her Champion Juicer and we would make the “king of vegetable juices”, aka carrot juice.  Sometimes she would add beets, celery, and/or other interesting veggies.  As a kid, I hated when she added anything to the plain old carrot juice.  Now looking back, I think I should have let myself acquire a taste for those more “flavourful” juices.

Carrot juice is the “king of all juices” because it does so much for the body.  It contains vitamins B, C, D, E, and K.  It also contains pro-vitamin A, which our body converts into vitamin A.  Along with all of these wonderful vitamins we find minerals.  Carrot juice contains calcium, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, and trace minerals.

With all of that in mind, let’s look at what carrot juice does for us.  Carrot juice helps with acne, arthritis, asthma, bladder problems, bone problems, cancer, cataracts, diabetes, eye disorders, hay fever, liver disorders, pregnancy and delivery, skin disorders, ulcers, weakness (digestive/muscular), and weight loss. Now that is some powerful stuff.

So yesterday, I felt that I needed to get back into this.  The feeling just came over me and I am so glad it did.  Plugging in that juicer and putting in the first carrot was like coming home after being away for too long; it just felt so right.  I am really looking forward to putting the juice back into my life.

All of my information on carrot juice was collected from a wonderful book by Stephen Blauer called The Juicing Book.  If you are or want to get into juicing this book is quite the little gem.


Do you juice?  What kinds do you like?