I was going to name this blog the "Running Therapist", it is good that I haven't. I haven't run now for nearly two weeks. This morning I was determined to go out for a run, then I looked outside. It was a bloody typhon! Losing my motivation to go I decided to hit the treadmill. Treadmills suck. But I pulled through, gasping and wheezing like an old fart.

Well it is a new ball season and again I am faced with my failing age. I believe I have cracked the tip of my pinkie and did something else to the knuckle. There is a constant ache, especially when the weather turns.

I have descovered that I can't be a rosey glasses kind of guy. The world does not allow me to live like that.

In a Postmordern world, what does "God is love" even mean and is it applicable.

Forgive the randomness of babbling old man. Hope there is excitement that comes your way.

A sunny Sunday

There are many things gratifying about a sunny Sunday. It is more than the sum of it's parts too. I am not sure if it is the carefree mindset, the desperate chase of rest knowing what is to come or the simple peace knowing that it is Sunday. In any case the day has been spent outside, pulling weeds, reading on the swing, powerwashing the swing and playing catch with my daughter. It leaves me feeling well. I think I could spend every day like this, only then it would be without the same meaning and I would feel a loss.

I did not start the day well, my wife can attest to this. However I am static, I evolve and now I am going over and have a neighbourhood bbq with several neighbours, simply to cap off what has been a glorious day.

I think my arms has a slight reddishness to it too! Hope you enjoyed yours too.

Ahhh the warmth

Crazy, two posts in a single day, but I have to say working the soil and reading on my swing have such a renewing of mind and body, at least for me. Nothing deep here.  Working compost into the garden and feeling the warm sun was so relaxing. I have also just made a pizza dough in preparation for a pizza night and now I am about to head out to grab some toppings. I think veggie may be in store for me (I make enough dough so each of us can create our own). Articoke hearts, olives, spinach, sun dried tomatoes, maybe some feta and mushrooms! Man I am hungry just thinking about it. Perhaps a pitcher of mojitos is also in order :o)

Two side notes: if you are interested in reading a different sort of book check out "a complicated kindness". Other note, I thought my neighbours were nosiy. Another family just moved in two doors down with five children...quiet has since left this world.

Enjoy the sun!

Spring

I have noticed that the last few weeks, maybe even months I have been dark, miserable and just not pleasant to be with. I tended to focus on the difficulties of life - be that work, relationships or weather! The thing is, when you feel like you are surrounded in misery; misery is all you see and ultimately feel.

I don't really care for spring, but with that said, spring on the West coast is certainly different than in the prairies. I am excited to get my garden in and I am planning to plant different veggies this year. My apple tree has more blossoms an I can count and my rhubarb is taking off! It is a new ball season and I am on a new team in a highly competitive league.

Work continues to be a difficult place to be and I could really use a few months off. But with that said, I am finding my workplace to be increasingly more supportive. I need to learn to relax and slow down my place, lower my expectations of myself and those around me.

It is unlikely this "dark horse" is taking a ride on a pretty unicorn through rainbow land. But It is up to me to get my head out of the muck. There is light out there and I need to start training myself to see it.



The day is gorgeous, I am not sure how it will be spent but I will enjoy what comes my way.

Hope...less

I went for a fantastic run on Wednesday night. The kind of run that is invigorating rather than draining. The rain was pouring, there was a little wind and I just felt strong. It was during this run that I was very nearly hit head on. The white SUV actually drove out of it’s way to come at me and narrowly missed me. Funny thing was I paid little attention to this a kept on running. The run ended, I felt great but I again rubbed my nipple nubs down to nothing!


I still struggle, some times more than others, with the concept of God and his love for me. I am told he is there waiting and that he never leaves. Then why is it when I am in such a dark place he does not turn to take hold of me, restore me, comfort me. All I am is alone.

Wednesday was a hard day at the office. There has never been so much work and people are often less than kind. On that particular day I was told how F***ing useless I was, repeatedly. There were other phrases but they just get drowned out in the roar.

Hope is a glimmer that keeps man fighting to move forward. The spark does not need to be bright; but there needs to be something. It is hard to maintain hope when all around one sees futility and experiences despair.

In a Postmodern world, is faith to be actualized or simply chased after like a child after a bubble.

Spiritual Masturbation

The intention with such a title is not to invoke aggressive response. It is something that I thought about while I went out for a short run yesterday in sunny Victoria.

We well understand the idea of self stimulation. But we also know those people who use spiritual walk as there own personal stimulation. Gone is the idea for a personal relationship between the individual and Christ. Rather, they go to the proper meetings, say the right phrases/prayers or even get the right degrees but by all appearances the only one that is lifted up is the individual. Religious practice is done out of a need to complete the act, not in order to connect with God or those around them. These individuals are driven usually by guilt and have poor self worth. The way they feel better is by "stroking" ritual until they feel better. However, since they are alone, they must repeatedly come back to the church in order to feel better.

I understand the term is graphic and not all agree or appreciate the metaphor. People seem to struggle with calling a spade a spade these days.