Manipulative

Just as I think I’ve grown immune to your maneuvers You up the anties, and here I am again On my knees, in tears Wondering what I’ve done wrong to deserve such treatment Your strongest weapon of all Is your seemingly docile demeanor Your apparently endless patience, kindness and gentleness But that’s a mask That…

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Gratitude

The only way to succeed is to acknowledge what you already have, as little as you might think it is, this step is essential. You won’t be going anywhere until you realize what you’ve got to work with, and with that comes the realization that you’ve got a lot more than you think. You might…

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Examining Success

Want to know how to get unstuck? Finding yourself repeating old patterns and never advancing towards your goals? Keep reading!

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Safety

I’ve become a blogger initially to provide a platform for my Caterpillar Café project, but it has broadened its scope to achieve the same aim: to gather different people and ideas, and get them to know each other, grow together, and make our worlds richer and more meaningful through our interactions. What the Caterpillar Café…

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Better

I or you? Yous or us? Savagely trying to get to the bottom of it Am I right? On and on In vicious circles Crowds cheering on the wild merry-go-round Loosing sight of what’s beyond Lost in a dizzying brawl of self-righteousness Heads spinning out of control But the earth’s cycle is slower We’re caught…

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Identity: an exercise in flexibility

Identity is problematic because it’s a story; depending on who tells it, you get a different version. It is heard, believed, or questioned, whether it’s completely fictional, or based on a handful of observable facts, people internalize it according to their own personal perspective. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Identity is extremely unstable,…

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The lines of my life

Smile, laughter, grief, and sun lines are carved into my every expression. We’re betraying each other as we speak. Pain and joy have left their marks, signaling the map of my life. That’s the truth they holler, while I try to drown out their noise with my own voice. I’m aging. My face admits it.…

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Heimlich

Being of a mixed background, and having lived in so many diverse places, having worn many different hats, I sometimes struggle to pinpoint what is home to me. I can tell you that I most definitely felt at home every time I drove into Cape Breton, seeing all the lakes, the forests, but mostly the…

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