Dinner with Myself

Winter settles on the Comox Valley like a damp muslin fog. At the used bookstore, the smell of heating metal and dust rise from the tap tap tapping of expanding galvanized steel and aluminum, electric heat waking up after a mild October. As a busy RMT and clinic...
Change of Season

Change of Season

I’ve set the business phone ring tone to crickets. At this time of year, it seems the phone rings all the time! Yes, those little critters announce the change of seasons while the summer sun promises no end to the lazy dog days. But then, one morning we awaken...
Desk Jockey Yoga

Desk Jockey Yoga

  I learned to rock star whistle perched on the lofty branches of a Japanese Umbrella Pine. From way up there, you could see Sado Island just off the coast of Kashiwazaki. Lips drawn inward, clamping down on the ring of my thumb and index finger, I practiced and...