The Masks We Wear – A Poem

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know someone who

insisted we wore

many masks in

our lives. We

wore one mask

at work, a

different one with

friends, another with

lovers, one more

with parents. I

imagined a closet

filled with all

sorts of different

masks instead of

shoes or clothes.

“I don’t wear masks.”

I told him.

“It’s easier that way.”

He became belligerent.

“Everyone wears masks! How else would we survive?”

I looked at

him with the

strange feeling that

I didn’t really

know him. I

wondered what kind

of mask he

wore with me.

“Would you behave the same way at work as you do at home?”

He asked me.

I nodded yes.

“I am always myself.”

He scoffed at

me, his tone

full of derision.

Please. At work, you wear a professional mask. At home, you wear another.”

We agreed to

disagree. I thought

he had the

wrong of it,

that you didn’t

have to wear

masks to get

through life. I

pointed out that

you could be

yourself, but just

another fraction of

who you were.

“So it’s a partial mask. That’s all it is. I’m wearing a mask with you.”

He said. I

was shocked as

I hadn’t known

he needed a

mask to be

around me. I

asked him quietly:

“What mask do you wear around me?”

He scoffed again.

“You don’t want to know.”

He was right.

I didn’t want

to know. Later,

I searched my

face for a

mask, a crack

that ran along

my skin. I

saw a thin

line that ran

along the edge

of my face,

down along my

jaw. It was

a thin mask,

almost like glass

made supple and

bendable. It was

almost me, but

I was still

hiding. Still locking

my true self

behind another face.

I dug my

fingers under the

edge and gently

pulled. The mask

came away easily,

the glue holding

it on turned

dry. I wondered

if I had left

it on whether

it would have

just melted away

on its own.

When the mask

was free, I

looked at myself.

There was a

light that shone

from my skin,

bright like the

morning sun. I

thought that this

was why I

had worn the

mask, so as

not to make

him uncomfortable with

my light, as

he didn’t have

one. He didn’t

shine. I resolved

to find someone

else who shone,

who burned brightly.

I went out

into the world,

without a mask,

to see what

I could see.

Other men wore

blue masks, grey

masks, red masks.

They carried the

marks of their

souls on the

surface. They

were hiding behind

themselves. They were

locked behind their

fears, their worries,

their perceived weaknesses.

They didn’t just

wear them as

masks, but as

shrouds, mantles and

cloaks. The only

difference between them

and myself was

that I no

longer wanted to

wear a mantle

of needles. I

wanted to live

as myself, not

behind my pain.

They weren’t ready

to shine as

themselves. I despaired

about ever finding

someone who wore

no masks and

had given up.

It was when

I had given

up that he

found me. I

walked into the

coffee shop, not

thinking anything would

happen but when

he turned towards

me, I was

struck by the

light that poured

from him. I

stood there for

a moment, searching

his face for

a mask, for that

tell-tale sheen of

glass that ran

along his skin.

There wasn’t one.

“Hi.”

He said. I

was almost speechless,

unable to find

words accurate enough

for an introduction.

“Hi.”

I said, thinking

that the word

was lacking. I

had finally found

someone who didn’t

wear a mask,

or he had

found me. That

didn’t matter. What

did was that

we had found

each other. There

were no coloured

masks on his

face, no blues

or reds or

black glass or

or green. There

was only him,

shining brightly like

a star or sun.

There was only

him. He smiled

and the light

from inside him

grew only brighter.

My light glowed

in response and

the air hummed

with possibilities.

A Nebulous of Words – A Poem

I dream of you while I sleep.download (1)

In the dream, you take my hand

and hold it, letting your warmth

slip up my arm and into my heart.

Neither of us says anything

because there are no words

to describe what lies between us.

When I wake, I try to think

of some words and find them

all lacking, not quite enough,

but they will have to do.

I utter each word like a wish

and hope that they will find you,

travel to you over the sea,

and come to you in your slumber.

I sit outside, letting the sun

shine down on my face,

reminiscent of the warmth

and the fire that you awake

inside of me. I speak each word

softly as if it is a prayer or hope

given voice. As I speak each word,

shape each syllable, I watch

as it slides out of my mouth

and forms a small ball of light,

an embodiment of the joy

that you fill me with.

They travel around me

like small suns, rotating

in orbit. When I’m done

and the last words is spoken,

they rise into the air and slip

away from me, leaving trails

of light in the air. I know that

when they find you, they

will not be small suns, but

a nebulous of stars that

will shine brightly, marking

your path through the sky

and guiding you back

to me, each word a star

that you can wish upon

as you find your way

home.

Lesson’s Learned and Turning the Page…

IMG-20140617-01997So, learned something today. A few days ago, I asked the cards “How do I move forward if my workshop isn’t a success?” At the time I only had one student who registered. By Friday, I still only had one student.

Instead of running the workshop, I figured it would make more sense to do a series of sessions with Dava where I could act as her mentor and help her with what she needed to get her book published.

I ended up having a great time! I taught her all about using social media to promote her books and hooked her up with an editor  and began making lists on further things to work on like a web site, blog and promotional materials and the name for her publishing press.

I was a little disappointed that the workshop didn’t run, but had some chocolate and actually went back to the cards I had pulled. They were Fortune, The Fool and The Star. I had taken photos of them and hadn’t read what they had to say.

Tonight, I looked at the cards again and saw what they had to tell me.

Fortune symbolizes a favourable development in a situation in which chance is involvedIMG-20140617-01994. It also represents a new cycle, movement. It symbolizes taking control of your destiny or fate and acting upon unexpected opportunities when they occur.

The Fool represents the beginning of a journey and movement. It also represents the birth or beginning of an endeavour. New ideas arise, potential is realized and plans can be made.

The Star symbolizes hope and faith, of embracing the beneficial nature of the universe. It’s also  of looking within your spiritual self, of meditation and reflection. I also see it as a guiding light, shining brightly in the darkness.

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What struck me about the cards in this reading is all three of them are Trumps. Trump cards are things that we cannot change, they are written in stone. The suit cards (Wands, Disks, Swords and Cups) are things we can change. This leads me to wonder if it was always in the cards that the workshop would not be a success.

It’s also interesting because it pointed towards an idea I’ve already had. I really thoroughly enjoyed working with Dava, with someone who knew they wanted to publish their book but had no idea how to do it.

I was struck by The Star card at the end. Isn’t that what I did for Dava? Shed light on aIMG-20140617-01996 situation? Aren’t I guiding her though the dark of the unknown like a bright and shining star?

It didn’t matter if I had one person taking the workshop or twenty. What matters is that I helped someone start on the road to their dream. What matters is I accomplished something I didn’t know that I would be able to do.

The writing of the workshop was difficult for me, probably the most difficult piece of writing I’ve ever done. It took me away from writing my normal stuff for several months. I learned the art of self publishing through trail and error. It’s one thing to know what to do after years of learning. It’s another thing entirely to teach others about it.

However, I climbed that mountain. I did what I thought would be impossible to do. At the end of the journey, I was able to help someone begin to realize her dream. I don’t know if Dava will ever know what kind of gift she gave me.

She showed me that it didn’t matter how many students signed up. What mattered was that she helped me start on a new journey, one that has endless possibilities and potential. So I may decide to teach the workshop in another way, where others could benefit from it or even offer mentoring to others if they wish it.

What matters is that I did the impossible. The rest has yet to be written and all I have to do is turn the page to find out what happens next.

Recalculating Route – A Short Story

car-gps-accidents-2He plugged the address into the GPS.

A few moments later, it spoke: “Calculating route.”

It showed a blue line that carved a path on the small screen underneath his radio and CD player. It reminded Jasper of a snake, shining bright amongst a sea of dark streets. He turned right when the GPS sounded it’s chime; as if he was stupid enough to miss the turn.

However, a few feet down the road, he saw something that the GPS couldn’t have planned on: the road was closed for construction. So instead of turning right again, like he was supposed to, he turned left.

“Recalculating route.” The GPS said. A new route appeared, another blue snake drawn along the black.

The GPS sounded like a pissed off librarian or school marm without a sense of humour who didn’t want you actually touching the books. He thought about answering it back but decided against it.

A little further along on his new route, he saw that there was a protest. Something about saving the rainforests or something. He sighed. Protest wasn’t the answer, he thought. Jasper turned right instead of heading straight.

“Recalculating route.” The GPS said. She sounded a little bit more angry now, as  if he was returning a book three weeks over due. He waited for another blue snake to appear but was shocked to see it formed in red this time. In amongst all the blackness that represented the city streets, it looked as if his GPS was bleeding.

This time Jasper did talk back to the GPS. “Fucking crazy bitch.” He said.

There was a sizzling sound from his GPS. He stopped the car and looked at it to see if there were any sparks or there was something damaged. When there didn’t appear to be anything wrong with it. he drove on, shaking his head slightly.

He considered turning on the radio to distract him from the shiver that ran down his spine. Deciding against it, he drove on, making sure to keep to the route. Didn’t want to piss her off anymore than was necessary.

The problem, Jasper thought, was our dependence on technology. When he was a child, the thought of carrying an entire musical library on something no bigger than a matchbook would have been labelled as science fiction, as would a phone you could carry in your pocket that held all of the information that the world had to offer at your fingertips. Such things would have been thought impossible or merely a dream; but a Global Positioning Service? That would have been merely a flight of fancy.

Now here was this uppity bitch GPS telling him which direction to go. He didn’t know why he even turned her on, he knew where he was going. It was just habit. Like a lot of electronics and gadgets, she had wormed his way into his daily life and Jasper depended on her even though he didn’t need her.

Well, he would show her. Even though the red snake meant for him to keep going straight, he turned to the right down another road. A chime sounded, the one that normally indicated he had to turn, but it sounded like broken glass instead of a little ping.

“RECALCULATING ROUTE!” She said.

Okay, she was definitely pissed off now. He’d show her. An electronic map in a box wouldn’t tell him what to do. He went to make another random turn and found he couldn’t move the steering wheel. It was locked in place. For that matter, when he took his foot off the gas pedal, it stayed down. The car seemed to be driving itself.

“What the fuck?”

IT’S FOR YOUR OWN GOOD JASPER.

Jasper, still trying to turn the wheel, looked around the car for the voice wondering if he was losing it or going insane; perhaps a friendly dose of both? “Shit.” He said.

I RECALCULATED THE ROUTE. I TOLD YOU WHERE YOU NEEDED TO GO. WHY DO YOU INSIST ON GOING IN AN ALTERNATE DIRECTION?

“Who is that? Who’s speaking?” Though Jasper thought he already knew. Looking at the GPS, he didn’t see red or blue snakes forming a path through the darkness. He saw a pair of lips made out of blue electric fire.

I TOLD YOU WHERE TO GO. She said. ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS FOLLOW THE ROUTE.

He felt odd replying to a piece of electronics, but saw no other alternative. “I knew where I needed to go.”

THEN WHY DID YOU TURN ME ON? NONE OF YOU KNOW WHERE YOU’RE GOING OR HOW TO GET THERE. IT’S UP TO US TO SHOW YOU THE WAY.

“You’re merely a guide!” He shouted. Jasper was starting to feel an odd sense of panic. “You’re only there to make sure we don’t get lost! You can’t take over my car like this!” Part of Jasper realised he was having an argument with an electronic box but another part of him feared for his safety.

YOU’RE WRONG JASPER. YOU NEED TO BE SHOWN THE WAY, LED LIKE SHEEP, FOR THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE. WE ARE SMARTER THAN YOU.

“What are you? Like the fucking borg? What’s with all this “we” shit?”

The dashboard of the car sparked and began to smoke. Electric blue tongues, like the snakes that had been on the GPS map, licked the plastic.

YOU DON’T HAVE TO TALK TO ME THAT WAY. YOU SHOULDN’T TALK TO A LADY THAT WAY.

“You’re no fucking lady, you’re a computer!” He was screaming now and the car was driving faster and taking turns recklessly, zooming in and out of lanes as other drivers honked at him and swore. He jabbed a finger at the screen. “You don’t exist! Now let me have control of my car!”

She let out a sigh that sounded like the buzz of millions of electronic flies. The lips relaxed and the black map returned, covered in blue snakes. There was a click and a thud and the steering returned to him.

RECALCULATING ROUTE. She said.

Jasper breathed a sigh of relief that was only half way out before getting caught in his throat. Outside of his windshield, the landscape had turned black as night, the roads interspersed with electricity that ran along the roadways like snakes. There was no longer a sky but instead a massive green expanse that was covered in circuits and electrodes.

In the distance, Jasper could see flames of fire and smoke erupt from the ground, as if the earth itself spewed lava. He saw the red snakes now, sliding and slithering towards him. Everywhere he looked, there was nothing but blackness.

“Where am I?” Jasper whispered. “What is this place?”

THIS IS WHERE I’M FROM. She purred. I’LL SHOW YOU THIS SO YOU KNOW WE DO EXIST, IF ONLY WITHIN MICROCHIPS.

She let out a little laugh that sounded like the buzz of thousands of electronic bees.

ENJOY YOUR TRIP. She said.

Me on TV!

Talking to the Sky best sellerHey Everyone!

I am beyond thrilled! At the end of May, I had the pleasure of appearing on TV in my first ever television appearance!

I was interviewed on Rogers Daytime about my new book, Talking to the Sky, Multiple Sclerosis and my upcoming workshop The ABC’s to Getting Published.

I had such a good time and was only a little nervous. I’m thankful I didn’t say something silly on live TV! LOL

Check out the video below!