Birds, Bugs, and Boats Behind

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Part III The Unlocking The day to go North came so very quickly and before I knew it, I was on a bus filled with strange faces, on my way to a place I honestly didn’t really feel like going … Continue reading


Birds, Bugs, and Boats Cont.

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Part II The Unlearning What began as an innocent dip of my toes into what my dad likes to call the “boat life”, became a complete lifestyle transformation.  I lived in rolled up jeans and bare feet, showering became a … Continue reading


Close Your Eyes


Have you ever simply closed your eyes and just listened to the breeze?  Listened to the whistling of the leaves and that quiet in between?  There really isn’t anything else like it.  It carries you away on a lighthearted symphony that is so soft and so free.  Take a moment and come along with me.

When you’re here, there’s never any rush.  Take your time, and embrace it all.  Look around you, breathe it all in.  This is beauty in its rawest form and you are here to witness it.  Listen to every chirp, every groan, and every creak.  Let every sound, smell, and sight fill you up.  Lay in it and let it hold you.

What you are witnessing is a living, breathing masterpiece; a muse eternal.

I have never felt a love, a joy, or a sense of wonder like this.  Nothing can compare.  I am whole here and there isn’t a worry in the world.

So close your eyes and take a moment. Take it now.  What you’re missing is floating on the wind.


Love is More Than Just Two People

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Love is more than just two people.  Love is a connection to something bigger.  I can see that now. I’ve been going for a lot of walks with my camera lately and everything seems so much more alive than ever … Continue reading


Stream Of Consciousness no.1

The hearts of men are thirsty, beating, and impulsive.  Longing for the unknown, the undefined, and the untouched.  Something new, something old, something better than what we hold.  Angry are these hearts who can’t find their way.  They grow tense, they grow cold, and before they know it, they are old.  The heart is more than just an organ pumping blood through some veins.  The heart is something that we can not explain.  So many things fill up our hearts, and sadly some of them stain very dark.  I haven’t figured out a remedy for this.  Maybe some good bleach, a knife and a kiss…? Don’t you get like that sometimes?  Wanting to just rip out your heart and get a new one.  Maybe you’d forget all the feelings that got you here in the first place.  But how long does a pure heart last?  Does it even exist or has it been stained by our nature?  I really would like to know.  But more importantly, can you save it?  I don’t see why we should all be doomed.  Perhaps we are though and I guess some just deal with it better than others.  I always wondered how people lost their minds.  It is a funny image if you think about it.  I often picture it as the mind floating out of the body and up into the sky, much like a lost balloon that has slipped from the grasp of a small child. Once noticed, it is too late and far beyond their reach so they just stand there, helpless, watching it float away into the clouds.

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Thankful #6

I am thankful for my eyes.  I can’t imagine not being able to see all of this world’s beauty.  Sight is such a gift though is does come with its downsides, such as judgement. However, there is nothing like seeing the rain in a downpour or watching the leaves rustle in the trees on a sunny day.  There is just so much beauty in the world.

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Do you make the most of your senses?


What Cold Really Feels Like

You know it is a cold day in the Yukon when the horizon is a muted orange sorbet kind of colour and above it, a white that hints at blue.  You know it is cold when the snowy mountain tops look like freshly whipped cream against it.  When your hair is coated in frost from your short breaths.  When you can’t feel your body, so much so, that when you take a step forward, you cannot feel your foot touch the ground.  It is cold when you have to wear your tuque and mitts inside.  It’s cold when your eyelashes freeze together.  You know it’s cold when your car won’t start. Or when the water pipes in your house bust.  It’s cold when you lose the ability to move your fingers… even with your new fancy gloves.  It’s cold when the wind refuses to blow and the trees cease to dance. It is cold when the skin freezes tight over your face like a newly stretched canvas.  It’s even colder still when the weather is all anyone talks about anymore.  Finally, you can especially be certain that it is cold in the Yukon once the air freezes.  It will look like a dreamy fog, but step into it, and your breath will be taken away.

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Who has had the pleasure of -40 or -50 degrees Celsius


Winter Wonderland

The Yukon has a different meaning for everyone.  Some people can’t stand the long, dry, cold winters while others thrive in the desolation and ferocity of it all.  For me, this is a place where one may find themselves or … Continue reading