Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Love Between the Sacred and Profound

I asked Aubrey my assistant to help get a paypal system attached to the blog so I could sell my poetry book. Like so many things, this has been a 'process'.  I first had a pay pal account a few years back but didn't use it and then it expired. Then we got an new one but I didn't know if I could sell off the blogger site then found out I could then asked Aubrey how to set it up.  She took up the challenge and today I see the result. I love it, except, the name of the book has changed from Love Between the Sacred and Profane to Love Between the Sacred and Profound.
Since this will be changed tomorrow I really didn't want to lose this moment so added this 'blog post'.  Love Between the Sacred and Profound might reflect my maturity as a poet.
I was honored to read poetry from Love Between the Sacred and Profane at the April 9, Poetry Night. Dennis E. Bolen hosted the event and I read along side, Bernice Lever, Fran Bourassa, Bonnie Nish, and Renee Salikar.  Now there was profound! A wonderful night of words.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

4x4ing North Vancouver Island

I’m supposed to be bear hunting but another day I only saw one scat and no bear.  I slept in at the wonderful peaceful Mt H’kusam View Lodge after a superb home cooked meal.
I was on the Yamaha Kodiac 450 ATV by 8:30 am.  The backwards descent from the truck to the ground is the most exciting part of the day.  Once I’d landed and geared up Gilbert sat behind me harnessed to the seat.  We then immediately saw a couple of deer crossing the road.
Later we’d see a half dozen Roosevelt Elk. I got pictures of the last two.
We stopped to share a sandwich.  Shoot some cans with my Ruger 30:06.  Napped midday in the sun. Then cruised about looking at the mountain streams and beautiful snow capped mountain views.  It’s lovely country.  I was alone all day, never meeting anyone till I arrived back at the Lodge where Chris had roast lamb waiting.
Truly a beautiful North Vancouver Island day, 4x4ing.
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Mt H'Kusam View Lodge

Ostensibly I’m staying at the Mt H’Kusam View Lodge near Sayward, BC to go bear hunting each day. Because the bear have slept in like I have, I'm mostly driving around the glorious back country 4x4ing and taking pictures of Roosevelt Elk.
This Hostel and Wilderness Retreat owned and run by Jill Tyndale and Chris Watkiss is truly a jewel.  I’ve slept as deep as possible in the luxurious room.  There’s even a walk in shower, though I’m not old enough to appreciate that as one day I might.
This hostel sleep 20 some.  While a few rooms are like mine most are two bunks to a bed with a half dozen or more shared bathrooms and showers. There’s a professional kitchen and they once had a banquet for several hundred.  Two stories with rooms up and down and various places for meetings and relaxation.  I love the atmosphere.
 Chris taught Mathematics at university before having a family and becoming immersed in organic goat dairy.  No surprise one daughter is studying now to be a veterinary.
Right now there are tree planters here for a month.  Another time there were geologists.  They have a lot of return tourism folk who come like me for the outdoors. We were discussing nearby Mount Cheam with it’s tow rope skiing and Mount Washington resort. The winters were slack at first but have really picked up.
There’s fishing and hunting of course but mostly people come for the recreational pursuits.  There were mountain bikers out today.   It’s a photographer’s heaven.
I like the ease and wish I had a week to just hang out.  I’ve been 4x4 ing but I would gladly just walk these hills as well.  Gilbert loves it here.  He was out with the three other dogs in the fenced area out back. First they played then he barked plaintively to return to his special human status as my companion.
He probably could smell what I was up to while he was outside. I was eating a superb lamb roast and moroccan soup.  Chris and I had discussed Moosewood Cookbook and our times as vegetarians.  His stopped when they began farming and started a local 4h club for the children.  Mine stopped when I was an intern and the hospital food was so bad I was languishing because I couldn’t get out to eat.  Thankfully the East Indian restaurant opened next to the Winnipeg General. That and my return to chicken and fish brought me back to health despite the long hours and constant contact with disease.  Then I returned to hunting with Dad. There’s been no looking back.
I loved Chris’ lamb sauce.  After two nights of  remarkable meals I appreciate what a splendid chef he truly is.
"This is a long way from teaching math,” I said. “It surely is,” he said, smiling.

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Saturday, April 12, 2014

Sayward Spring Bear Hunting or Not

I’m not really a committed spring bear hunter. Another year I’ve taken time off before the bear have come out of hibernation. Last year this time I was in Princeton and saw no sign of bear. Here I’m north of Sayward on Vancouver Island. I actually have seen some fresh scat but only one pile and I’ve been driving about on my ATV all day.
That’s the thing, though. I’m having a great time.  Gilbert and I and the new Yamaha Kodiac 450.  I’ve got the Mossberg 30:30 in the side scabbard as back up.   I’m carrying my Ruger Stainless Steel 30:06 on the front prongs.  I had a thermos of coffee and a chocolate bar.  I enjoyed coffee breaks with chocolate.  I gave Gilbert little milk bones.  It was heaven.  I love the scenery, the snow capped mountains and island evergreen forest.
I know I should be hiking more but after getting the ATV off the back of the Ford F350 I didn’t want to leave it anywhere where it may be stolen. I suspect once I’ve had it awhile and found the right chain I’ll be more willing to get back to hiking about. Maybe not.
I did strip naked and swim in a rock pool.  I can’t say ‘swim’.  I went,  turned around and came right out . Maybe a nano second fully submerged. It was that cold but the sun was warm. It was a great ‘idea’,  taking a dip in April. Definitely refreshing.
I saw a partridge strutting his stuff.  Then there were a couple of big elk that crossed the road. Last night I saw deer beside the road.
Yesterday I took the Horshoe Bay - Nanaimo Ferry and drove up to Campbell River. I sighted in my 30:06, killing a few cans and bottles at 50 yards.  I was satisfied  and felt  was well equipped for the morning hunt.  I stayed in Passage View Motel,  Campbell River. Nice pleasant  place on the ocean. I’ve stayed there before. Really clean and a stair case to the beach.  The Manageress is delightful as well. Very helpful
Now I’m in Mount H’kusuam View Lodge.  Chris the owner is wonderful.  My room is spectacular. Gilbert got to hang with the other dogs out back, there’s 3 big ones, different breeds, all friendly.  He was glad though to leave the kennel and become a human again after a half hour of play. He’s a little guy and though he gets on with the big guys well enough ,i could see he was ready to return to his special status with me.
Chris made a superb dinner, soup, salad and pasta.  Each specifically home spiced. I loved it.  While I ate we talked. He’d been a computer science professor, and then he and his wife and four kids had a goat dairy which they made commercial. When the kids went off to university they came here to develop this 20 acre, 20 bed hostel. I met Jill. They’re both so extraordinary and so accomplished.
I’m my contemporary spacious luxurious room. I saw there was a full moon out the window.  Hopefully it’s a hunters moon and a bear will be suicidal in the morning.  Otherwise it will still be worth the trip just to have found this unique Mount H’kusam View Lodge.  I love the narrow falls that is cascading out back.
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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Thursday Gratitude

I'm sitting in the office showing a patient how easy it is to create a blog. I'm encouraging them in writing and journalling and suggesting blogging so their ideas don't gather dust in storage lockers.  I encourage people not to share the intimate lives with farm animals or other illegal activities on the internet for fear of what may occur in the future. I also suggest people 'journal' through blogging but not threaten governments or individuals knowing simply that the internet is a 'public domain'.  I think it's useful for people to blog and recognise then what they are leaving out of the 'public domain' of their 'on line journal' and to discuss those matters with pastors, counsellors, lawyers or others personally. I also encourage people to learn about the internet through blogging and knowing not to post pictures of their private parts nude in public spaces otherwise their future as a politician by be affected as Weaner's was.  It will be sometime before society matures enough to use the internet safely.  So I'm thankful today for the internet, for google, for science, for computers and for writing and ideas and people who share. Thank you

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Tuesday Morning Gratitude

Thank you Lord for getting me out of bed this morning.  Thank you for Monday. Much to my astonishment I survived it despite my fear and negativity.  Thank you for people who smiled and didn’t yell, for little things, like laughter and guitars.  Thank you for Gilbert. Thank you for Bob Dylan.  Thank you for Leonard Cohen. Thank you for Joni Mitchell. Thank you for Phish. Thank you for Edward Sharpe.  Thank you Third Day. Thank you for Dooby Brothers. Thank you for Gordon Lightfoot. Thank you for all the music that has bolstered my mood during the cloudy days.
Thank you for Gilbert. Thank you for pets. Thank you for peace talks even when they are just an excuse for more money to be taken from the poor and given to the rich.  Thank you for discussions of any kind when they avoid war.  Thank you for happiness. Thank you for Joy. Thank you for work. Thank you for meals. Thank you for coffee and honey and cream. Thank you for butter and bread.
Thank you for colours. I especially love the colours. Thank you for the seasons. Thank you for internet and Facebook and emails.  Thank you for family and friends. Thank you for the fish in the fish tank I so take for granted and the home and office plants I rarely talk too.  Thank you for cleanliness when it appears. Thank you for engines and grease and oil and fuel and solar power and wind power and electronics.
Thank you for daffodils. Thank you for fond memories. Thank you for high school and kindergarden and growing up in Canada. Thank you for university. Thank you for sobriety and being free of drugs and alcohol and having a mind that is awake and not a slave to sensation and delusion. Thank you for the Holy Bible and all holy works and spiritual texts and teachers. Thank you for those who love . Thank you for music again.  Thank you for sweet smells and kind people.
Thank you Lord for Tuesday.  Help me survive another day this week. Help me get past this cloudy ennui and fatigue and the sadness of the disparity of political power and the fears.  Please God still my fear and always remind me of the wonders and miracles there are in abundance in this sacred life of enchanting reality.
Thank you.

Monday, April 7, 2014

Monday Morning Gratitude

Thank you for the loud alarm that went off this morning. Thank you for the reflex flinging myself out of bed. Thank you for the staggering to the washroom, for the washroom, for everything being where it was last night so I didn’t bump into a zombie or tractor or spaceship or volcano. Thank you for the mundane. Thank you for Gilbert sleeping in his little dog bed. Thank you especially for the coffee this morning.
Thank you for the refrigerator and the milk. Thank you for breathing. Thank you for a choice of vehicles to go to work in so that the excitement about going for a different ride gets me outside. Thank you for the capacity to overcome the increasingly demanding desire to stay up late and sleep in late and only spend a few hours at most outside among people where there are dangers and things to fear. Thank you for the capacity to get out that remains with me, miraculously.
Thank you for all the times I’ve lived through near death experiences at work. Thank you for all the times I’ve survived the rage and insanity of angry teachers, angry police, angry judges, angry bureaucrats, angry strangers, angry patients, angry colleagues, angry nurses, angry assistants and especially angry tax men.  
All day long I sit with people others tell me are insane. Thank you Lord that only  every once in a while one attacks me.  These days I'm less afraid of my patients than the friendly fire so thank you that there are so few back shooters and psychopaths and sociopaths and angry people behind me.  Thank you for the protection you provide me from all directions.

Thank you God for protection but really Lord please please save me this day from all manner of threat and attack. I’m so worn down by the constant threat of the world going to end, global warming, economy collapsing, nuclear missile attacks, terrorists bombings, beaurocratic omnipresence and omnipotence with muscle flexing and sabre rattling and threats upon threats and rules upon rules and demands upon demands that are impossible  so everyone is wrong and a slave except the rich and powerful and elite and special and those who make all the rules for themselves and their friends. Thank you for protecting me from them Lord, especially those who impoverish others in their anger and selfishness. Thank you for protecting me from those who are so angry and so afraid.

Please God give me the strength to face another day of work and overcome my fears.  Please help me forget all the death threats and the physical attacks and the times I was held hostage.  Please God help me to carry on. Help me to help people without worry of being stabbed in the back, without constantly looking over my shoulder , without constantly wondering if the lights aren’t going to be turned off during the surgery, without more and more threats and fears. Especially help me be safe with those people who don't know that when they do drugs and alcohol, especially marijuana, they aren't themselves and are less sensitive to others. Help protect me from the unpredictability that alcohol and drugs cause in otherwise fine people.

Thank you God for the peace of mind I find on the weekend. Thank you for the escapes and the friends and family. Thank you for all the thursdays and fridays.

Thank you for the mondays too Lord,  how you help me face work and I do and it gets better always.  Thank you for showers and soap and clean clothing. Thank you for all the aids that help me monday morning going to work.  Thank you especially for when I get out and get to work and it usually goes fine.  I have always got through Mondays no matter what. So it's just this little glitch going through that door to the outside world.  thank you Lord for helping me get over that hump Monday morning

Thank you Lord for being with me always since I couldn’t do this alone. And thank you for Gilbert since his need to pee is often the only thing that brings me to open that door.