On Madness and Wasted Lives

At the start of October, a lone sniper opened fire on a crowd in Las Vegas, Nevada.  At the beginning of November, a shooter entered a church in Texas and opened fire on the congregation. Both of these happened as I was in the middle of my post-op, healing journey.  Though not special in the... Continue Reading →

The Wrong Way to be Right

The two girls could not look at each other anymore.  Their faces were flushed and their eyes full of angry tears.  One stood facing me with her arms crossed and foot thrust forward.  The other stood with slumped shoulders, clutching her elbow and shifting her weight side to side as she looked through the window... Continue Reading →

iSimangaliso Wetlands Park

iSimangaliso national wetlands park is a stunning part of the South African coast.  It stretches from the small town of St. Lucia in the south, to Sodwana Bay in the north.  The estuary system that once brought a handful of rivers to the ocean is now a freshwater lake.  The water levels have dropped and... Continue Reading →

“Monkey Stole My Meds!”

June 30th, 2010 - northwest Vancouver Island, Canada I woke to a splash and a shout.  Confused, I sat up and strained my senses beyond my sleeping bag.  The sound of lapping water was close - much closer than it should be.  Was it at the tent?  Someone was outside and moving around - another... Continue Reading →

The Great Healer

Time is not the great healer.  Time is an ocean in which all that is becoming becomes more of what it is. That which is growing grows; that which is fading fades; that which is blooming blooms; that which is dying dies. Time changes no course. It only brings each course to its natural end. ... Continue Reading →

The C-Word

Four months ago today, a doctor looked me in the eye and told me I had cancer. Truthfully, he was looking down at the open file folder on his desk when he said it, but he caught my stunned eyes by the end of the sentence.  He didn't seem nervous or sad, nor was he... Continue Reading →

Isicathamiya! (and other adventures)

Thirty men jog on to a stage wearing crisp suits, two-toned shoes, and white gloves.  They stand shoulder to shoulder in a tight arc.  In front of them is a single man in a bright, contrasting suite and gloves.  Bending down as though drawing energy from the stage itself, he seems to explode upward, spreading his whole body... Continue Reading →

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