Number-one bestselling author
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.
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.
So, 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 involved
. 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.
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 a
 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.
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!