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Did You Know?

...that The Goddess has two degrees, and is a Social Worker specializing in Women's Mental Health

...that she is approaching forty

...that her IQ is Mensa material

...that we were best friends for ten years before we wed


...that Lowlandz has the most perfect wife next to The Goddess

...that he and Rhiannon have two beautiful daughters

...that Lowlandz is a graphic artist and office manager at his company


...that Freda has a teaching degree, and applies her vast knowledge and experience with an educational software company

...that she has international dance training

...that she has the talents of a professional interior decorator

...that our fathers were born on the same day

...that she is a blonde


...that Alyx and his wife, Karyn, have two wonderful children

...that Alyx is one of the most successful insurance agents in this region

...that he couldn't beat me at crib if I was blindfolded

...that he is a talented writer

...that he loves dogs


...that Dawne is working on a PhD in sociology

...that she is the older sibling

...that she is a professor of Sociology at a reknowned University

...that she bikes 25km


...that Reekie turns five this Fall

...that Moo just turned one in the Spring

...that Reekie is male, and Moo is female

...That Moo's favourite toy is a bone that Freda bought for her

...that Reekie's favourite toy is Moo

...that they both share the bed with us

...that The Goddess and I wake up with cramped legs every morning

...that Will is a wild long hair calico

...that Gull refuses to stay inside

...that all four keep eating the plants


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The GoddessI call my wife The Goddess for her significance in my life. She is not only my wife; she is my best friend, she is my partner, she is my mentor. Having traversed several lifetimes together, she is my soul mate. The Goddess and I had our Commitment Ceremony in September, 1999. We went through a great many personal hardships to get there, however. Nevertheless, the desires of one's life that are the most meaningful, the most treasured, are often the ones that are the most arduous to attain. We share so many deeply rooted things in common: our spirituality, our politics, our philosophies, and one day, perhaps our children. We are individuals, too, though, and on occasion find our personalities polarized. While this often frustrates me, and occasionally infuriates me, it makes for great writing. Indeed, while most of the time she is my revered Goddess, sometimes she is demoted to Herself.

...Daughter of Mother Earth, you are my Goddess. In this reality, our paths crossed almost ten years ago. Over intense conversation and laughter, you became my friend. Through crises you became my best friend and confidant. Through destiny, you became my lover. As we continue our current journey, you become my life partner. Since the dawn of time, you have been, and always will be, my soul mate. I promise to honor with my life this that I know to be true. And in death, I vow to discover you once again.
...For The Rest Of The Days, October 8, 1999


LowlandzLowlandz has been, is, and always will be my best friend. Since our meeting in 1976, we have braved the public school system, survived adolescence, drank our first drink, smoked our first smokes, shared our first apartment, and saw each other wed, all together. Through it all, he has been the one consistent, grounding factor on whose foundation I have had to stand more times than I could hope to remember:

...And while I may shudder at the vision of the man Highlands would have been without Lowlandz, I already feel nostalgia for the two old men that will be creaking their rockers on the front porch, their bodies aged, their joints aching, their sight and hearing failing, dreaming of the days distant in memory, when two strange boys became brothers...
...Where Highlands And Lowlandz Converge, July 14, 1999


Celtic CrossOfficially, I met Freda the same time I did The Goddess, around ten years ago. We were working together in an emergency shelter for youth in crisis. I deem that time our official meeting, as Freda and I would encounter each other in different places, both here and abroad, and have a sense that we already knew each other. We still get a good laugh out of it, even though it leaves us mystified. I attribute it to having shared a past life with her. For the last decade, Freda has been a strong, comforting influence in my life. She has a unique perspective; one that I look to time and time again. Afterall, for someone who once pondered why they do not make liquid paper for pencils, Freda is not only bound to have epiphanies once in a while, but make me laugh heartily at the same time.

I received a call early this evening from my best friend, Freda..., it was a pleasant, and welcome surprise. Even more grand was that she had the evening free...and we decided to go see South Park, Bigger, Longer, and Uncut...After the movie, Freda and I went... for coffee and conversation...then went for a walk along a train bridge that was converted into a walking trail...It was a mild, star filled evening, and there was the hint of blossoms in the air...It was so nice to see her and catch up with the goings on in our lives. Next to The Goddess and Lowlandz, no one knows me better than Freda, and we never have enough time to spend together...I love you Freda...Thanks for being there today...
...Oh My God, They Killed Kenny, July 3, 1999


Celtic CrossThe emergency shelter I worked in for over six years was perhaps the most despicable place in which I was ever employed. This was largely due to the fact that it was operated by a for-profit corporation who placed money over the needs of children. Nevertheless, it was there that I found The Goddess, it was there that I found Freda, and it was there that I found Alyx. Isn't that ironic? I worked my first shift there with Alyx, and we have been friends ever since. Over the last couple years, our friendship has become much closer. His compassion, generosity, and wisdom serve to humble me time and time again. I have met few better men, and his presence in my journey, like that of the others, is an immense privilege:

...it has been a while, I know, since I have written anything. I have not had the will. I have not possessed the desire. But I know that Alyx would not want me to stop writing for too much longer, expecially for his sake. That is just the kind of person he is. I have found myself honouring the person he is almost every second of the day since last I wrote here...
...Alyx, April 5, 2000


DawneDawne is my only sibling, and our relationship fluxuates from lovingly familial to frustrating and gregarious. Nevertheless, both of us are committed for a lifetime to making things work, and transcending the issues that have brought barriers bweteen us. She has two daughters, Meris and Ms. Thang, and one son, Pookie. I never get enought time with any of them:

...I rely on my sister a great deal. Deep down, we are close. I count on her to look after the dogs (especially Moo) when I have to work. I use her washing machine more than my own. She cashes cheques for me when my accounts are overdrawn (which is most of the time). She feeds me when I am breezing in and breezing out, and when she knows I have no food at home. She lets me bring clients over when I have nothing better to do with them, or just do not have the constitution to brave it alone that day...
...Are You There, Quincy...It's Me, Highlands, August 11 1999


Reekie

Reekie and Moo, the canine duo, are ever so sweet, and always finding some way to get into trouble, especially if it means policing kitties Will and Gull (pictures in process). Reekie is a Shepherd/Lab mix, Moo a Shepherd/Husky. To the degree that these four critters enrich our lives, The Goddess and I are privileged to provide them with a home. I, myself, would be lost without them. I have written many stories about Reekie, Moo, Will, and Gull over the last year. Some of their adventures are poignant, most simply hilarious. They are a constant source of inspiration:

It was fall four years ago. As I was separating from my then wife, somewhere in the country a litter of eight puppies was born. Their mere birth was a miracle given the condition of the mum: unwanted, unfed, left chained outside, beaten, unloved. How she was able to nurse the pups enough to thrive escapes me. As they did, however, they merely became more targets for the owner, who continued the cycle of abuse on the next generation. Luckily, they were left out in view of the road, and one passerby, after seeing their condition day in and day out, finally called animal control. They were immediately seized and taken to the SPCA. My Reekie was one of those pups...
...The Legacy Of Abuse Is Everlasting, August 16 1999

Moo "She is up to something", I thought. I believe this message was from a spirit guide, because no sooner had I experienced the sensation, and thought the thought, that I heard... Skid...skid...skid...clunk...thud. "Moo", I said to myself with resignation and validation. "Moo", I said to her with irritation and consternation. Everyone must know what the noise of a skidding puppy sliding full speed into the wall sounds like. I surely do...
...Skid...skid...skid...clunk...thud, July 17, 1999


 

 

 

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