Surrender in the icy vise
As I sat at edge of Toronto’s Harbourfront looking onto Lake Ontario, the grandfatherly words of Alan Watts entered my […]
As I sat at edge of Toronto’s Harbourfront looking onto Lake Ontario, the grandfatherly words of Alan Watts entered my […]
What reason is there, really, to do all this writing you ask? Is it perhaps because on the empty pages
Writing is, in a very real sense, a meditation: a messy practice mostly unseen. Although we read, rather enamored I