It was nearly 1:30 a.m. by the time we collapsed in bed, hearts pounding, sweaty. Neither one of us thought we’d be able to sleep. The carpet burns and throbbing scratch marks were almost too much to bear. Then the moaning started again, and I knew it had been a mistake to get a cat [...]
Ten days on my knees opened my eyes
February 2nd, 2012 by stuart No comments »“We were there to suffer. The suffering wasn’t a by-product; it was the point. I started to accept this, and quit fighting it. I realized that facing anxiety and pain without any way to escape is the course’s primary teaching tool. After hours of struggle, my mind settled. It began to observe my situation objectively. [...]
Playing with fire
January 30th, 2012 by stuart No comments »I loved how neighbours would dash from their bungalows as the delicate licks of flame danced with the wind across the tips of sun-browned April field weed. One little spark could become a rapidly advancing line of fire a few hundred feet wide in a matter of seconds. Nothing brought the community out faster than a grass fire. Everyone suddenly had a flat spade beating the flames back from BBQ tanks and cedar decks. Up until that point in my life, I had felt no greater power.
Floor it.
January 29th, 2012 by stuart No comments »There’s great submission in lying down. We accept things are the way they are because of the construction that provides the input. You and I may not be able to agree on how to define the colour “blue” but I can tell how disciplined you are with your kids by checking out the underside of your kitchen table.
Oral confessions in the big chair
January 17th, 2012 by stuart 2 comments »As she was packing up, Leslie volunteered that she thought red wine was probably my biggest current oral foe (something I’m painfully aware of lately). Maybe this is TMI, but I chew nuts on the left side to avoid discomfort.
Stuart Hickox