Tuesday, September 29, 2015


It goes by so quickly and yet there are moments when it feels as though it drags on. Time, I suppose, is life. We have too much time, we don't have enough time.

At the age of six time stood still for my parents as I lay in a coma, struck with a viral infection that took away my time; but it was a gift, perhaps my strength and will for life, that gave me more. High School and many other occasions when I faced challenges, I felt the clock ticking backwards, but than I felt that the thirteen years I had with my dad were not enough and sped by too quickly.

There are moments in life when time almost comes to a halt and it can feel as if slow motion has taken over. For whatever reason it is the painful moments that are drawn out when the good times snap by, as if in fast forward mode. The fact that society in general seems to be in this undetermined rush for something, for nothing, doesn't help. What is the hurry? Slow it down; can we slow it down? Pay attention to that pretty face; think about the words that are spoken amongst friends; feel the laughter as if it were a hug.

One of the best three day vacations to my friends cottage went by in a flash where as those hours spent sitting in that chair beside my mom in her hospital bed could have been years. But everyday is twenty four hours, there are seven days in week, three hundred and sixty-five days in a year. (unless it is a leap year) How does time bend than like it does? Perhaps it is our emotion. It controls that first kiss moment as well as that long drawn out tear filled heart ache of losing a loved one.

Some people say that their best time, or times, have already come and gone. Maybe it was during their teenage years, in their thirties or forties. For me, I'm still waiting and looking forward.

Time, it is a devilish thing, but so very precious.
Cherish it all I say, whether it comes by you fast or slow.

Thursday, September 3, 2015


"The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why." Mark Twain

I would never say my life did not serve a purpose throughout my childhood, teenage years and a bit beyond; I just never really thought about it. My life was pretty much consumed with trying to understand things and getting through. Get through public school, graduate high school, figure out the whole friendship angle... never mind the girlfriend thing.
But there came a point, I cannot recall exactly when, that I knew there had to be something more for me. Yes, I enjoyed the creative arts as well as spending time with family and the few friends I had, but something inside gnawed at me and said that these things were not quite it.

My last year of Collage I spent one day a week volunteering at a school my mom taught kindergarten at. (This was before her accident and when she was still working) Spending time helping out with those kids, I felt something click inside of me. But it still took a while to understand.

It was after my mom's accident, combined with the revelation of my brain injury and understanding of why I faced and felt so many challenges, that I discovered something I kind of knew was always there. It was a strong will and a passion to help others; to give back; to become socially responsible. I had a knack for listening and understanding. I wore my heart on my sleeve and brought an open mind into any given situation with any individual.

And so the giving began......

And the giving continues......

Although I am quite proud of all the things I have done and still do, I am not going to share any of it here. Why? Because it is not really the point. All of us, as right minded, good intentioned individuals, have a purpose. Different, yes. Some may be big, some small....... they're actually all big even if you can't see it yourself, someone can. And that is the point, we all have purpose; whether you realize what it is or not. We need to listen to that small voice that fights for inspiration. We are all important, we just need to know it.

Maybe you have already made the discovery, but for some , I believe the search still goes on. We know it when we know it and I think purpose sometimes comes to us when, and in ways, we least expect.