WHY I WRITE    

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I embarked on this adventure, let us say, a few decades back.  The first place I breathed a breath was on the West Coast of Canada in what was then a large town, small city, called Victoria.

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I have no children, no husband, never been married, love to travel, and love even more to be at home.  It has been a very, very, long time since I have been at home.  This being said what I live for today, are my effervescent opinions.  I have a lot of them.  Some are grown from knowledge, others from passion, and some from just plain and simple life experience.  I have had a bit.

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This blog is about solutions.  There will always be problems, and I love to delve into them like a woman kneading pastry, but I will not start to pearl the butter if I see no surface to flatten the shell upon.  My thoughts are not always simple as I have yet to find a problem that I do not believe has a solution.

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This need to believe in the solution has gotten me in to some trouble at times, I must admit, but I am rarely bored and I make a mean apple pie.  On this site you will find discussions about religion, politics, philosophy, society, and culture, and yes of course about myself as well; when it is fitting.  

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Some subjects, or the solutions I manifest you might not agree with.  This is excellent.  I love to grow, and if you do not disagree with me, I will be stunted. Conflict always brings about change, eventually, and in the end change is growth.  I hope you do find somethings that you agree with me about, and might even contribute in a positive way to your life, or your thought processes.

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I have been given so much in my life, that even if I lived for another hundred years and worked everyday to do for others I would never be able to return what has been given to me.  So all I can do is live my life, share my opinions and thoughts with others, do my best to be authentic, and hopefully I will be granted the solace of peace.  Moments of grace are the true reward.  I have found many solutions for myself in my writing, and I hope maybe,  you will as well.  If you do I am grateful.

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A little bit about my beginnings.

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As my mother bundled me in her arms into the back of the car, we reestablished a relationship that I believe had and has been going on for, well let us just say a very long time, lifetimes.  What a love affair.  I tell you this because my family, my friends, my life has been full of love, drama, conquests and defeats.  Without this thread of my story I am nothing.  So I begin where it all began.  With just me and my mother, in the back seat of that four door coupe.

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My mothers family has been on Vancouver Island since the 1880's where my Great Grandfather worked as a Sawyer for the Victoria Lumber Company.  On my fathers side we were settlers in the early 1900's around what is now called Function Junction, at the bottom to Whistler Ski Area.  If you drive there in the spring, I am told that you can still see the Daffodils bloom that my Grandmother planted as a young women in the 1920's.  If you do ever get that way, please send me a picture, as life has not yet allowed me the privileged of seeing this part of my soul.  Timing is everything.

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Both sides of my family have been in Canada, I would round out to, going on about 400 years.  Yes we were fresh off the boat in the beginning.  With us we brought our bibles, and good intentions. I carry the guilt of the sins of pioneers past, and present.  I carry the burden of this voracious pride and the hope that as we grow together here, we will do just that, grow.  Grow culture, grow community, just grow.  With each generation, all we can hope to do... is better, as my mother used to say.  If not better in one way, then with any luck better in another.

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So that is my history.  The basics about the people I come from.

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I have lived a lot of life.  Not gone to far from my beginnings.  More often than not, I am grateful for the story that has created me. I understand it is all relative. I could have grown up in Central Africa and only been out of the village to hunt.  I did not, and I am aware of the blessings I receive daily before I even leave the yard;  not always, but in moments such as this. My fingers dance over the keyboard, the dishwasher is humming in the back ground, and in this very simple moment, I am aware that through out my life, I have truly and honestly had it all.

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And that is why I write.

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I have stood in the Arctic Circle, on top of a Canadian Rocky Mountain Pass, almost been eaten by a bear, run off a cliff by a moose, broken a limb skiing, was lucky enough because of the great country I live in to get a little education here and there, some at University, again because of this great country I live in.  But the mot important accolade of my life is that I was loved.

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So there you have it.  That is some about me, and some about what you will find here on this site.  I may some days go a bit to far to the right for your liking, or maybe a tad to far to the left. My emotions may get to high or possibly to low.  What I will promise you is I will do my best to share my honest opinions with you from an authentic place.

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You will not find perfection here, but what you will find is someone who is real...  I hope.

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