Share the Puppy Love – Kickstarter Campaign Launches Sept 9
September 7, 2017

On Sept 9, the Kickstarter Campaign begins for the launch of the book A Path to Love – A Paw Print for Living

Spoiler Alert

Great rewards to go with pledges

  • Handcrafted Paw Print Stones in three collection options
  • General and Personalized 2018 Calendars featuring Mustang
  • A Path to Love Journal, a great companion for self expression
  • There is also a T-shirt being designed which will be shared in the Updates portion of the Kickstarter Campaign

Speaking of Updates, included will be

  • Snippets of the outtakes producing these videos, especially the first half, “I want to know what love is“, borrowing lyrics from Foreigner
  • Behind the scenes footage fo the cover design genesis as Mustang gets his paws branded
  • And More

The introductory video and project details will highlight everything about this transformational book!


May 19, 2017

I used to
Call it
Boob tube
Something that
Makes your
Go numb
In a rapid fire
It was the fifth
I noticed about
The first
Was your
The second
Was your
The third
Your smile.
The fourth
Your eyes
But this
All happened
So fast
It was like
A second.

Takes on
So much was
The TV
Based on
Time together
Side by side
Arm in arm
In the company
Of an angel
And family.
Of perception
Or events

Bleed and Let it Bleed For This
May 13, 2017




Thank you
For the transference
Of your infantile
Paying lip service
To notions
You only scratch
The surface on
And carelessly
No concept of
Value at all.
Me me me
My my my
I want I want I want
I don’t want I don’t want I don’t want
Like this is
It’s not
It’s a replay
Meant as reminder
That you’re not getting
There are some things
That you don’t want
To get your way
All the time
They will be lessons
That you will abhor,
And break you down
The thicker the
The harder
The force
Required to penetrate
So as a mirror
Of resistance
And rejection
My ode to you,
Gratitude for
Right royally pissing
Me off
No worries
About what you
Don’t want
I’m used to it
With your
Self absorbed
Center of the only-verse
There is
In existence.
Nothing like
A person with
Narcissistic patterns
Entangled in
Blinders on
But not for
More so
To not see
Past their no’s(e).
It’s like a vicious circle
And definitely not
A good infinity loop.
It’s like feeding
A narc
To an addict,
Already self-absorbed
And now a
Reason to get even
More self absorbed.
Black hole
But there
Is a
In that
On the other side.
I’ll get to the point
I’d rather be
For all the right
Which would be
Dialing in
And heeding the
Inherent universal
That are all
Blatantly in our
If we choose
To listen.
Nothing like
Letting go
Of a nagging
Dead weight
Since I’ve
Known you
There has been
This reoccurring
It’s wrong to
Be right
To suit your
Fucking ways,
Drag me
To your
Inferiority issues.
Which are the
Dead weight
Nagging you,
Let it fucking go
This is what we’re
Here for
Unconditional love
I, for the first
Time in my life
On a walk with my dog
Love and appreciate myself
For being right.
Since I was a kid
I’ve been told
It’s been bad to
Always be right
But as the Joker
Said to the Bat
“You made me”
Are we not
To get it right?
Can’t be wrong,
Can’t make a mistake?
Get good grades,
Be perfect,
Which means we can’t
Be wrong
It’s a sign of
Lack of whatever
The fuck you want it
To be
Intelligence, smarts,
Approval, acceptance
And so on.
So if I’m right,
But it means
It this duality
And opposition
Let’s all learn
From this
Help each
Other see
The way
Instead of
I rather
The effort that
Goes into getting
It right
Than self sabotage
And quitting
Or giving up.
Bleed for this,
And let the blood
Run dry
Feel your heart
Into a million tiny
Only like
A superhero
Movie graphic
It comes back
To life
And stronger
And stronger
With every
Heart beat.
Driven by
An innate
Made in
And this is
The unification
Of masculine
And feminine
New for old
So we
(Same letters form the two words and the solution to all the problems we have is embedded in the word in three letters – ear, meaning listen to your heart, which is an art, of love and expression)

This poem is inspired by a couple things that are synchronous, happening one after the other, not right away but in a sequence to set this realization up. One element is being triggered by a certain someone, the other is the perfect emotional storm inside that has been churning to teach me, aside from the most important thing, unconditional love, emotional independence. The last element is the last scene in the movie Bleed For This where the reporter interviews the main character and asks ‘what’s the biggest lie you were told’. As a side note, there’s another great line in that movie by said main character, “it’s easy to give up”. Authenticity and living vulnerable is not about paying lip service and blowing hot air, as Brene Brown states, it’s about showing up in the arena and taking your hits…probably knowing your’e going to take them too…and still come back, stand up or get back up. The sad part is that we have to spend so much time, or some of us do, spending so much energy in our short lives pursuing all the wrong things that seem right at the time only to have to spend more time undoing and dealing with the internal and possibly external collateral damage caused by it. If i had or have a dream/wish it would be to thank those that have come before me and will come after me as we reshape this world one by one, person by person, on an individual level and energetic level, to make life more peaceful and loving so that others don’t have to endure. We don’t need pain in our lives. We don’t need tragedy to awaken our hearts. We need to relearn or be taught what it means to be who we are, not what we are. And being right is not who we are, it’s what we are, it’s a circumstance. We are love and light with so much stuff to clear to get back to innocence in the Garden of Heaven here on Earth.

Two Trees
March 29, 2017


I waited for you to
Rescue me
Role reversal
The feminine hero
My Dope
Recently all I do is mope
Do you know what
It feels like to
Be despondent
Hopeless, Helpless
Crying out for help
And hating it simultaneously?
Closing off
Lately I have been
Semi authentic
In my heavenly
Why not…
I got my Wake up
No Doubt

I was afraid to rock the boat
Then it became stuck in a moat
Afraid to trigger
And lost my inner navigator
Enabling in a different way
And I’m the receiving end
This time.
I became afraid of losing you
If I was me,
You liked the newer me
But still repelled by
To fall back
My mitigating
Only instigating

Don’t call me in
The Fall
When all your
Summer flings
With persons or things
Leave you
Still feeling
Empty inside

Puppy Love
March 13, 2016

Where time stands still

And nothing else matters


And presence 

In the moment 

Talk for hours 

And it seems 

Like nothing


There were 

No fears 

No cares 

About what 

Other people 


The first hurt

The first scar

Unable to 


Return to innocence

So many years 


With true love


And God’s guidance

From the

Dwelling home


The heart 

Puppy love



To the world

In your hands



Guided by

Your soul

The 7 Year Itch part 1 – Gentle
February 18, 2016

This 7 year itch is opposite in meaning to the term coined from a play in the mid-20th century.  The above picture is what we call the ‘happy scratch’.   An itch that provokes Mustang to twist side to side, grunt and snort and pump his legs like he’s riding a bicycle.  It’s a daily ritual. It evokes so much joy and is part of a bond that has only gotten stronger year after year.

I got him as a rescue and it’s our seven year anniversaries.  He hasn’t changed in 7 years. I have. Lucky me.   I’ve tried to describe the impact this dog has had on my life in poems and other posts. It’s beauty that is indescribable and I feel so much in my heart.  In the last year I have learnt much about myself in reflection to his way of being that has helped heal and liberate me more ( liberate to me, means to feel more and not be chained by pre-conditioned behaviour processes, no matter how effective they were as a coping mechanism in the past, that no longer serve me).   What follows in this post and the next couple are a few of the lessons gained that have allowed for a greater knowing of how to ‘self-love‘ among other things.


Imagine having an open wound, doesn’t even have to be fresh. Next, picture hitting it with a hard object.  Yep, it’s going to hurt.  The intensity of pain may vary.  Vulnerability, awakening to the soft underbelly of your being in the beginning, is akin to being covered in open sores, all demanding attention and care.  Some of these sores are past traumatic events, others are resentments and some are just emotions.  These emotions could be in their purist form, as if it’s the first time you’ve experienced them.  Imagine as a child, experiencing strong emotions and not having the slightest idea as to how to cope with them. What if these memories are stored energetically in your being and then at some point in your life, circumstance provides the opportunity to revisit and release, to get to know, feel and be with them?   How best to deal with them now?

Have you ever seen how some people respond to loud, aggressive shouting, even if it’s not directed at them?  They shut down. Protect themselves. Others may shout back, louder.   Rare is the incident where someone responds calmly. If they do, you want to speak to this person, because they may have mastered their emotions and may have a tip or two to share.  I digress.   To make a long story short, there are parts of us, emotions, wounds; whether it’s the first time dealing with them or a repetition, that require us to be gentle with them.  Gentle with ourselves ( the how-to-be gentle with ourselves will be covered later).   Quite simply because all alternatives do not work. We cannot force some things.  I was and still have a tendency at a much lessor frequency, to be thick skulled.  Then a subtle, soft, tender, furry reminder to be gentle appears either wagging his tail or just looking at me and it’s the energy of how he looks that says it all.

Yep a dog taught me this.   More to come on this itch that is being scratched, gently.

I Know Shit
September 13, 2012

This poem was inspired by my first season working as a landscaper doing lawn maintenance.

It’s part of the 2nd Wave of Markings of the Soul which I’ve been inspired to release a second edition that includes new material  in eBook form with a target date prior to the Christmas Holidays 2012.    Stay tuned for developments on that front.

I Know Shit

Now for the nitty gritty,

Literally, it’ pretty shitty.

Ah yes, nothing like dog shit.

In the beginning

It always burned my ass

As I would cut the grass.

I spent so much time

Trying to understand,

Then finally,

It sunk in.


September 9, 2012

Not enough volume

2 fill.







Comes and goes.

Give and take,

Struggle and effort,


Owes no one


Diverse, similar, all one,

Cyclical, straight,

Simple, complex,

Pain, torn between.

A gift

2 B respected.

It is space,

It is time,

Everything in between

And surrounding.

– A passage written in 1998 from the 3rd Wave in Markings of the Soul

It’s a Dog’s Life – Part 3
February 21, 2012

you and me

it took 3

days to conjure

stress endure

a name




free spirit




family day



you and me




3 yrs long


a smile




gentle nut

happy dance

wood prance

nature break

tail wake



and night

at the door




my personal yoda

lessons innate

dawn til late

perked ears

shake a paw

Welcoming cheers



This is the third piece I’ve written on dogs (It’s a dogs life part one and two which I will post shortly).  Each time has been a different context. One being an observer from the outside, one influenced by experiences in landscaping and change but never ownership, until Family Day 2009.  For those of you that know me, this has been quite a change. So it’s fitting that the third comes on the third anniversary of the day I thought it would be cool to have a dog.  Not because I was looking for a friend, or to fill a void. I just thought it would be cool.   I remember growing up with a dog and it was fun. Nobody told me about the work and responsibility element of dog ownership.  Next time I think something is cool, I’ll think three times about it first  🙂


There was a convergence of forces working that fateful day.  I have two clients to thank for me becoming a dog owner.  One of which whom I used to walk his chocolate lab and the other, a pet owner extra-donaire (multiple cats and dogs).   Nothing like getting a phone call from the latter just as I had logged off the Animal Services Website and hearing “Guess what I just saw on the Animal Services website?”  Hmmm, let me guess, a chocolate lab which happened to be the very last listing three pages deep?  An hour after that phone call history has since been written in the name of Mustang.


You do not have to be a dog owner to relate to this but it’s taken having a creature by my side, more than my shadow, to realize it.  There is a lot to be said about a dog’s nature and this may be somewhat of a generalization because every dog has its quirks, but I’m not talking about the universal notion that dogs are the epitome of unconditional love. There is a  purity to a dog’s nature expressed in their actions around simplicity that leaves me speechless and a bit ashamed too. We as humans are supposed to be evolved beings yet we have a notion that we need a tonne of variety in our lives and things must be super complicated to make us feel alive and worthwhile.   This dog finds such joy in just waking up in the morning that he does a happy dance every single day, rain or shine,  unlike me who is not a morning person at all. I could take him on the same walk everyday and he would never get bored. He can sniff the same bush a thousand times and he never makes a face or complains about the monotony of this routine.  Nor does he seek alternative realities to escape from the sights and sounds of nature.  Yet this human nature of ours clearly requires distraction in many forms for some special reason.

One could say I read too much into things or that I’m too deep but I’ve certainly been in accord with the maxim that life is a great teacher and that your reality is a mirror of lessons that are necessary to growth.  And no doubt this dog has made me change some of my spots.