Canada at 150

to speak of her, in this time
salts my eyes, with pride
sea to mountain, her
nature, her strength
her diverse peoples too

yet we must face vile truths
darkness of humanity
those who first walked
this magnificent land
First People’s tormented by:
John A Macdonald’s “extinguishing”
stripping their sacred land
their languages outlawed
sent to brutal, residential schools

my eyes salted more to see
finally, finally, finally
reconciliation, not yet perfect
bringing people’s together to
say this, all of our Canada
our home, on native land

photos and poem © DC Lessoway

Last Stand to Nowhere

It’s been a while since I’ve been on a film set.  And longer since I’ve been behind the camera, directing, editing.  Oh, those were great times, watching the actors bring characters to life, the crew working hard to get the project done, oh to be working in film again.  ‘sigh’  You can see some of my work at my You Tube channel.

Ah, but life took over and had bills to pay.  Looking back, clearly my passion wasn’t strong enough to carry me forward, but the flame still exists.  I am writing and posting scripts on Ink Tip and am fleshing out two series ideas.

Meanwhile, I have been following Vancouver filmmakers and their great work.  One in particular, Michelle Muldoon, is looking for funds for her project Last Stand to Nowhere. While I’ve not had time to get out there and help physically, I decided to donate and help them out.  Please, stop by their indiegogo site and help them get it made!  Thanks!

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The Good People

So in Eagle Ridge Emergency, fell off my bike, may be my ribs, not my point.

So went through the routine: check in, blood pressure check, answer questions, etc.  Anyway, busy, no chairs, so I found a place to stand.  The staff are patient and kind and everyone is also waiting patiently.

But then I found myself within earshot of this older man, clearly in pain, swearing loudly and complaining about having to wait so long to his clearly, if not overly patient wife.  

I tried to ignore for a while, but started to get angry at his rude comments about the staff.  I felt like saying: ‘you whinny little…’ but thought better of it. 

He then started to complain about the Canadian health system.  I heard myself, somewhat audiably, say, ‘it’s free asshole.’  

Thankfully he didn’t hear, but the wife did, I wanted to glare back but could only feel compassion for her.  

Yeah, we got lineups, but really I’d take our system not bankrupting me just for a sliver any day.  

Yeah, I love Canada

Heaven’s Dance

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of ice clinging to
winging dust, fleeting in
duration, immense in breadth
gaze gravitates upward
in repose
each eye deduces its own
horse, spider, swimmer
according to each state
of being
mine own mind alights
upon memories of ancient
cave paintings of people’s
long ago
perhaps, they too
saw in the sky
their own joy

poem and photo © DC Lessoway

Playing around the Garage Band

Music has been in my life for a long time.  I picked up a guitar when I was 13 and love to still pick it up.  In college I took music, but found it just wasn’t my thing, I just didn’t have it.  It was hard but I had to let it go, it still stings, to tell the truth.  But, anyway, I love to play around with the track mix on Garage Band and here is one I came up with today.

music © 2017 by DC Lessoway

Heaven/Hell

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it’s been, always, there
an aspiration to fly, above
Earth’s curve
till azure, turns inky, till
am able to palm the spheroid, till
this ache, fear, isolation are but
remote notions of those
down there
down there
hell we’ve fashioned after
clawing at one another’s eyes
being better at being better than
the other, the other we’ve
become

photo and poem © DC Lessoway

It is, what it is

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Recently, I was laid off.

A shock of course, I was deeply invested in the position. It was a position of leadership and working not only with a staff, but also for a community. Quite a fulfilling job. No ill will finds my heart and while the loss left me emotional fragile, I will bootstrap and move on. As I’ve done in the past and will do again in the future.

The greatest heartbreak has been to leave behind the great people I worked with, we were a family, the loss of which is causing me deep grief.

It’s amazing how connected the self-esteem is to a job. Feelings of inadequacy, mixed with fear of not finding another position finds me often. But again, keep moving forward, keep shoving aside those dark notions and stay in the light, keep at it!

dark night of the soul
loss, termination, dissolution
gathers cynic’s row
to bestow their venom
break the spirit
dice, shred esteem
leaving one to reap
fragments of self
a patchwork of
anima + animus
bleeding ego and id
seeking
truth to self