Caught a curious assortment of saplings, cut lumber, and many stages between those extremes the other day, which struck me as oddly suggestive of a useful meditation on humility and self awareness. It can be hard to talk about psychological realities nowadays,
Massey Hall fills up (photo credit: Nada Nesin) They are closing my very favourite room in the entire city of Toronto in July for a massive multi-year renovation project, and if they mess this one up, I fear they may just break
About a hundred years later (top photo) Here’s a poem I wrote a couple of nights ago, that might appeal to my more environmentally and historically interested friends. I’ve seen more and more discussion of late about the question of whether we
Medicine gets a bad rap nowadays – thanks to a whole constellation of social changes, well outside it’s scope. The strangest of these is probably the way we have gone from a society with too much respect for arbitrary authority, to one
Your bookshelf is lonely (top photo) Night Song for Cigar-Box Banjo is a new collection of twenty-first century poetry, informed in spirit by compassion, in mind by a wide range of history, science, and psychology – and in form, by centuries of
I know I may seem overly provocative (or perhaps just foolhardy) for going after both left and right, and also recommending their shared virtues, ahead of the customary vitriol. I am not one of those cynics who thinks there is no difference
Music on the march (top photo) This is an age of pettiness, and I know I’m not the only one heartsick about it. I’m still trying to find a nice rhythm with which to bring you some fine honest (non-delusional) optimism and
One of the best things about an excruciatingly-long winter is that, eventually, it ends! (Definitely one of those feels-so-good-when-it-stops, phenomena). Curiously, I ran across all sorts of signs today, that it wasn’t just me feeling like I had a month of missed