Kissing Alma Mater
Wilderness is that capacity of all things to elude the mind’s appropriations.
D. McKay

That’s some cool shit, eh? Not unlike

the sunny revelations of an afternoon’s worth
of good reefer, a mouthful

of whispy words and a Kilimanjaro look
in an eye, it has

just enough gravity to keep itself on the page and physic its
way into the way
you see the world. Man

that stuff blows my mind.

But here’s where we part ways, my scholar
and mentor and
closer friend than you know. You’ve
carried me a long
time, but I’ve seen enough of the landscape
from the back of your
metaphoric
pick up. So, I’m hitting the blacktop, thanks

for the lift Don, I hope
the birds keep you well and the Leafs
win the cup.

The daily practices of mindfulness and compassion are far easier to spout on about than actually accomplish. In recent months, these seemingly simple things have awakened demons (namely Guilt and Anger), brought about radical questioning into things that I had always considered to be rock solid (the work I do, the attitudes I hold), and have made it virtually impossible to take for granted all of the many things I just considered to be part-and-parcel of being me... Waking up, it seems, in metaphor certainly as much as in tangible reality, is far harder than going to sleep.

I am focussed on this path though, take it one step at a time, and look for guidance wherever it comes from.