Meditating with a Monkey

My kid is busy.

No, I am not talking about the over-scheduled variety of busy that so many people seem to have an affliction for these days. Rather, I am referring to his mental and physical state.

He was born this way. Rolling at three months, crawling at six, walking at nine… always spurred on by his innate curiosity, fearlessness, and independence. He loves, loves, loves his stimulation. The more he can get, the happier he is. Which ultimately is great. In life, this will serve him.

On the other hand, it is my job as his parent to offer him opportunities to learn to be still. There is much peace and wisdom to be gleaned from stillness. I have no desire to deny him these things. And perhaps, if we all taught our children to meditate, the world would be a much kinder, gentler place.

A mother can dream.

So, we’ve been meditating.

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Happy Birthday, Sir!

I’ve been busy as of late. But, not with my own stuff. No, Sir! You see, I’ve been working on setting up a blog for one of my all-time favourite people… my step-Dad, Garry, who also happens to be turning 65-years-young today. He’s a Cowboy Poet, a stand-up guy, and a really good friend. Be sure to check out his work! I’d be lying if I said he didn’t have a pretty profound influence on my own writing. (He also seems to crop up in a lot of my fiction. The man is a character – what can I say?)

The following is the first poem I ever wrote for Garry. (There’s another that I will post later on.) It’s a special thing when someone writes a poem about you. I’ve experienced this a few times in my life, and as someone who pours his love so freely onto paper in honour of those he holds dear, it only seems fair that Garry ought to experience what he himself does so well for others.

I wrote this poem when I was 20-years-old. (Awhile ago. Clearly. Though it may lack sophistication, the emotion still stands.) Given the occasion – a 65th Birthday and one up-to-date blog – it seems fitting to post this poem here now: Read more