I allowed myself to image auditing a class given by Frederic Nietzsche and the subsequent discussion of the topic with three students. The process of allowing these Nietzchean voices has proved very stimulating and soothing. hey, we all deal with grief in our own way! Nietzsche: Welcome, fellow thinkers, to this discussion on the profound … Continue reading The Elegy of Life: Finding Beauty in Death and the Will to Live Beyond Loss
Rethinking The Big O – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
Oh Montreal, my Montreal, What shall we do with this great big bowl? Our Olympic Stadium, so vast and wide, Has sat empty for far too long a time. Some say it's cursed, a white elephant, A monument to our extravagance and neglect. But I say nay, we can make it shine, With imagination and … Continue reading Rethinking The Big O – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
Seeing Through Grateful Eyes
As a counterbalance to negative thoughts, I've decided to continue the practice of looking for what brings me joy in the world around me. This joy feels like gratitude to me and helps me get back on track as I navigate my father's final journeys with us. With every hard thought, I have a clear … Continue reading Seeing Through Grateful Eyes
The Wonderful Redpath – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
Near McGill’s ghetto, a wonder awaits, The wonderful Redpath, a place that sedates, The curious mind, the soul that thirsts, For knowledge, history, and discovery firsts. Here, fossils of creatures long extinct, Preserved in stone, their bones interlinked, Dinosaurs that roamed the earth, Millions of years before our birth. Amidst the museum’s halls, one can … Continue reading The Wonderful Redpath – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
Plato and The Beauty of Death: Finding Meaning in Loss
Ok, I agree this may be a dark and gloomy topic, and I fully acknowledge my self-indulgence in writing about it. With your forgiveness, I'm allowing my ego free rein to explore the meanings of death and how it is actually FULL of LIFE! Please bear with me a moment or two as I work … Continue reading Plato and The Beauty of Death: Finding Meaning in Loss
The Infamous Moustache Club, A Headbanger’s Lament – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
Oh Montreal, our dear old town, Your streets have known our every frown, But in the dark of night, there lied A bar that brought our souls alive. The Moustache Club, its walls adorned With Hell’s Angels posters roughly torn, And in the air, the scent of angry sweat And cigarette smoke, we could not … Continue reading The Infamous Moustache Club, A Headbanger’s Lament – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
Exploring the Beauty of Death: Coping with the Loss of a Loved Parent
We all deal with life's experiences in our own way; mine is to explore it through the voices of cherished philosophers. Socrates has been a logical barometer for me and I enjoy imagining discourse with him and his pupils. So I continue to explore understanding of the events surrounding the slow dying of my father … Continue reading Exploring the Beauty of Death: Coping with the Loss of a Loved Parent
Relics of Expo ’67 – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
In Montreal, by the river's edge, Stands a dome, a symbol of our time, A vision of the future, a dream that we pledged, To protect this earth, this home we deem sublime. The Biosphere, a place of science and wonder, A testament to man's ingenuity, A beacon of hope, a promise to ponder, As … Continue reading Relics of Expo ’67 – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
Seeing Through Grateful Eyes
I'm currently experiencing one of life's inevitable truths... the slow death of a parent. Surrounded by emotions from my siblings and Mom, concerned looks of friends, and loads of optimistic messages from angels on social media; I decide to return to a place that brings me peace. I decided to stop and see the beauty … Continue reading Seeing Through Grateful Eyes
William Notman’s Ghosts – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
In the halls of McCord Museum, the ghosts doth roam In the William Notman photos, they've found their home They haunt the frames with a spectral grace Whispering tales of another time and place Here, a group of ladies, in gowns and lace Giggling and gossiping with angelic grace And there, a soldier, stern and … Continue reading William Notman’s Ghosts – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
The New Renaissance Mindset 