Reaching a Crest

But just as we reached the crest on that first climb, a second appeared. Then a third. Eventually, I just stopped anticipating, and put one foot in front of the other.

When we finally got to the top, it was knee-deep with snow.

So, you see, failure is definitely just a point of view.

Tipping the Balance

The 23rd leg of the Camino. I don’t want to walk the dog around the block. I don’t want to do dishes. I don’t want to write. Working from home, I’ve lost the habit of balance. I find myself sitting in front of the computer 13 hours a day. Not having to pack up for…

What We Do With Our Lives

How many times have I thought that I needed to go back and study medicine? Become a gardener, a carpenter – someone to be stuck on a desert island with. 

And here we are, now: socially distanced. Each of us feeling a bit like an island. And each of us looking at what we valued in the work done by the people in our communities. 

Accepting Kindness

Receiving a gift as an act of kindness requires faith. It also requires risk, and an acceptance of the unknown. 

Accepting kindness from strangers well – without suspicion – is a gift in itself.

A Dialogue with Difference

I suppose it hits every generation, too – when the pendulum swings, or the tide turns – and what you knew is only familiar now. You are an immigrant in your own country:

Get Lost, Will You?

I have been going about it all backward. Who I am is how I move through the world. I believe this. I should be questioning the value of my own personal dogma when it comes to how I should be moving through the world.

Leaving it on the Battlefield

Sometimes our own bodies are the battlefield – the lines invisible, or shifting unpredictably. 

Then again, maybe sometimes the battlefield as a metaphor can’t help at all to sooth our frantic hearts. 

And all the armour is just… too heavy for the human body.

Wild Peace, Playful Peace

Or maybe peace is the sturdy framework for creative
disorder? I think of the fortunate children who are “at peace with themselves” – noisy as hell, but secure and daring.

The Follow-Through

Maybe there is a natural rhythm to persisting and relinquishing. Like breathing out and breathing in. And a pause of consideration: What have I learned now? What do I want now? 

Letting Go of The Facade

There is little in the world that can be likened to a 30-kilo hound who presses his forehead into yours for two solid minutes, then flops onto your rib cage with a sigh, trusting you aren’t going anywhere for another chapter or two.


But sometimes I don’t recognize myself because I see myself too clearly.  As though – like Dorian Gray – I stumble upon the honest portrait where every ugly thing I have ever done to others is etched on my face. 

This takes another kind of acceptance to live with. Another kind of resilience.

From a New Perspective

Let the wind move through – give over, and do not brace against the tern’s sharp trill.

Circles of Awareness

During this virtual Camino, I’ve been increasingly drawn to return to a play I’d put aside. I understand now it isn’t the play itself calling me, it’s the prospect of doing my part in creating an ephemeral community. That is what theater does…

Maybe, Just My Imagination

The 12th leg of the virtual Camino, and our guide tells us our focus is to use our imagination – and just keep going. Apparently this leg of the trip is rather dull. And so is the day. In a way. I have been moving through the day at a steady gallop from seven-thirty to…

Extending Out from The Warrior

When I move from warrior 2 into an extended triangle, my hamstring sends out a high pitched pain that I have never felt before. 

I have lost control. And now I need a word that will tell me how to release this fear from my heart. 

Choose to Let the Mystery Be

Stage 10 of the #VirtualCamino2020 Today the guide takes us to a monastery. And she talks about ancestors. The dissonance that plays between my associations with these ideas – solitude and connection –  is pleasant. I often write about the sense I have of being untethered in the world. The fabric of my family is frayed and…

A Change in Direction

Stage 9 of the Virtual Camino – Day 10 of writing along the way… Our guide describes the wet weather in France today. So I am twice delighted by the sun on my deck. Back at work in my parallel – also virtual – endeavour to teach, my companions and I help one another along….

What We Touch

For now, we make wide circles around one another as we pass. We smile, though. 

It is nice to know that, in the end, our footsteps will beat the path clear again this year – individually, yes. But still collectively.