I am different now It was convenient for me to be privileged and unconnected to the woes of the world Privilege is the ability to decide wether something pertains to you Boil water advisories are for poor and indigenous people Homelessness is for those who made bad choices Floods were the plague of trailer parks and those who couldn’t afford the view suits As I stand waist deep in water of affluence, I wonder what “privileged” system turned on the taps Was I asleep at the wheel? Did I not listen to the public municipal zoning discussions about building in the forest zone vulnerable to fires, or building approvals in the flood plains? Did those indigenous wisdom keepers get ignored; were they invited? Was I numb to the killing of bears who “invaded” “our space”? Or was I one of those who “blamed the deer” for grazing in what once was their natural lands. As I stand blood stained, blisters on hand, wet and tired, I think I am different now. As I wipe my …

As I stand back and wonder about love I see a femoral light that pulls from a heart that knows words cannot accurately express what my wisdom understands Love is a wordless entity As I sit back, and close my eyes I know I am loved As the balloons get liberated and left to fend for themselves, they know that they will meet their destiny Love has wrapped me with warmth I can’t harness what it actually is However, it is exactly what I need in the reality of meaning I close my eyes and feel the warmth Of a world that loves me Not understanding a tangible reality; understanding the wisdom of knowing Love is exactly what it needs to be~ Carl Meadows, November 23, 2017

My feet touched the ground shrouded by a deafening silence The wind and the sea made me spellbound I saw the rolling hills of blinding white stones I stepped from the safety of materialism to the epicentre of despair The irony that I could speed away anytime never left me I decided to walk out alone amongst thousands of lost dreams The first white stone came into focus as the tears stung my face and the words paralyzed every cell of my humanness “He sleeps in a foreign land, in a grave we never see. May god guide a kind hand to lay a flower for me. Mother~” As I stood on the precipice of loss; the beauty of this resting place will never be forgotten and you touched me~ Juno Beach, France Carl Meadows november 6, 2016

Miss Grief Oh Miss Grief, you are such an insidious friend When I am weak and crawling on my knees, you appear at my most vulnerable moments Was it the first tear, that called you out from the shadows could you taste the moisture in such a parched and sterile world Was it the look on my face when my pale skin, reflected the moonlight or the gravity of my trembling hand, that awoke you from your restless slumber Oh Miss Grief, I tried to divert all the energy I had away from your hollow call My heartache ensued, and your touch was sublime I shut my eyes and waited for the moment, You were there touching my soul, listing to the beat of my heart, as I waited I heard your footsteps on the floor of creaking destiny I wondered if you would console me I closed my eyes and waited, Oh Miss Grief, thank you for meeting me once again that I may tell the world, you cared Knowing I was never alone …