There is this mural down near the park with the slip of beach next to the boat launch that depicts the history of Victoria Harbour and the surrounding region. From what I understand, it’s only about a year old and is part of a larger project to celebrate Canada’s 150th that also included one each … Continue reading The ‘Harbour
Yesterday we walked to Sunny's, the only convenience store near the middle of town (though there's another on the edge), and there was an olive drab 1968 Cougar just pulling to the curb. The man that stepped out, and walked into the store, was in a pair of chinos and a polo shirt and had … Continue reading Cougar
We went for another walk this morning, a few hours after our first one because he was getting a bit antsy. He’d done his little half-squat spinny dance shortly after 5am, but a noise distracted him and that was it, it wasn’t going to happen, so when he began to shift awkwardly and stare longingly … Continue reading The Inugami Mochi
Anyone with post-traumatic stress disorder knows in both an intellectually abstract and a very tangible real-world way what its effects are. We know their fancy clinical names and, more intimately, the way they affect us personally, our bodies, our sense of self-worth and well-being, and the lives of those closest to us. Cool your boots, … Continue reading Rix Rocket, The Rescue Dog
For awhile I stepped away from this blog because I’d been focusing my efforts on a short story (that has now become a novella as it becomes much too long for a short story and has still only just entered the second act). But I have missed it here. There have been many things I’d … Continue reading Life After PTSD?
When I first put out a call for ideas on this topic, I was rather surprised at not only the number of responses I received but as often who it was replying. That’s on me, that surprise, and, knowing what I do, I shouldn’t have been.
I am a simple, flawed human, and part of the open sharing meant to nurture my own self-awareness that I started this thing to help with, is to look myself square in the mirror and admit that sometimes I have some really bad bed-head.
Humans need the herd, the group, the tribe, the clan, or whatever you call your greater society, not only to survive but to live meaningful lives.
Life tries to break you. And often it succeeds. But it’s the relationships we make, that allow us to pick up those shattered pieces and put them back together again.
People are good and kindness is a thing, and so on and so forth, and I’m sure some people are getting tired of me saying stuff like this (fair warning - no plans to stop).