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Life as Art and Art as Life 

Prologue – Becoming Aware of the  Play, the Pavement, and the Playground This story begins in the early seventies in Port Credit, Ontario. A little brown boy, maybe seven or eight,  sitting alone in the grass at the edge of…

Centre Poetry

gather me now gather me nowfriendsmay we break breadwith our palmsscattering sacred crumbs likesnow across the landscapeof our shared heartsbeatmay we gatherin sacred unityunder sacred Babajishare our meal& spreadacross the landscape of our collectivehungermay we gather now& be fedunder the…

Running Away; Running Towards

Before I lost sight of my true self I haven’t always been a seeker. In fact, “runner” would have been a more accurate description. I started running as early as I can remember.  When I was young, there wasn’t really…

ADVENTURES IN AGING

One early morning in the not too distant future, you’ll stumble into the bathroom and catch a glance of someone in the mirror who looks somewhat like yourself, but older. Even OLD! And on second glance, you’ll realize it’s your…