Orford View Thoughts

Last night I was sitting in Traffic. I had timed my departure to arrive home just in time to see the opening ceremonies of the Grey Cup. This was not to be…What was supposed to be a 3 hour trip become a 4 hour exercise in frustration. My just in time planning had been disrupted by fate, but it gave me time to think! We’d been up north to pay a flying visit to my in-laws. My father in-law, Bob, was just out of hospital after a bad fall off a roof and we’d missed his Birthday due to work commitments. As I sat there inching along towards the only Bridge that crosses the St. Lawrence, I began to reflect on how insanely busy life has become. I saw my Inlaws waving good-bye at the window….One with a walker the other with a cane and I wondered to my self where all the time had gone. Over supper the night before, we reminisced about the great times they had experienced when Bob was starting out up North in the Logging camps. The intense socialization that came from like minded and aged gr...

It’s 5:00am… The wind Is rattling the vent on the south wall…and I haven’t had enough sleep…Another night has come and gone and I’m one day closer to the end. In the mental fog of first consciousness….emotions hang freely unfettered by conscious manipulation. Pure raw feeling from the centre of the subconscious can be remotely observed by the refreshed mind before the list maker awakens and drowns out your essence with the demands of the daily world we trudge through. These raw and wondrous emotions are the core of our being and their early morning apparitions depend on the job our dream weavers have done sorting away the random strands of unattached energy that have been generated by our daily struggle to process the world around us…. I have total recall of these sub-conscious sentiments.. They call like the wolf howl across the frozen tundra to me…. They carry messages from beyond my own personal aura and connect me to my fellow human travellers…. As a child I remember greeting ea...