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What I see everyday…

I enjoy this business card so much. I don’t really know why I enjoy it, I have never really thought about it. But there it is, I look up . I enjoy the raw quality of this broken masculine image looking back at me.

I like that phrase … broken masculine image… ♥

Check the work of this local Toronto painter at Stev’nn Hall

This is also about the joy I have at having a camera in my hand all the time. I like where this photographic journal is going and the expression that it is generating. I love the ease of use.

View from my Desk - 9am - Toronto 2012




a view or prospect, especially one seen through a long, narrow avenue or passage, as between rows of trees or houses.

such an avenue or passage, especially when formally planned.

a far-reaching mental view: vistas of the future.

My little tale for the day…

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Once upon a time in a great castle, a Prince’s daughter grew up happy and contented, in spite of a jealous stepmother. She was very pretty, with blue eyes and long black hair. Her skin was delicate and fair, and so she was called Snow White. Everyone was quite sure she would become very beautiful. Though her stepmother was a wicked woman, she too was very beautiful, and the magic mirror told her this every day, whenever she asked it.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the loveliest lady in the land?” The reply was always; “You are, your Majesty,” until the dreadful day when she heard it say, “Snow White is the loveliest in the land.” The stepmother was furious and, wild with jealousy, began plotting to get rid of her rival. Calling one of her trusty servants, she bribed him with a rich reward to take Snow White into the forest, far away from the Castle. Then, unseen, he was to put her to death. The greedy servant, attracted to the reward, agreed to do this deed, and he led the innocent little girl away. However, when they came to the fatal spot, the man’s courage failed him and, leaving Snow White sitting beside a tree, he mumbled an excuse and ran off. Snow White was all alone in the forest.

Night came, but the servant did not return. Snow White, alone in the dark forest, began to cry bitterly. She thought she could feel terrible eyes spying on her, and she heard strange sounds and rustlings that made her heart thump. At last, overcome by tiredness, she fell asleep curled under a tree.

Snow White slept fitfully, wakening from time to time with a start and staring into the darkness round her. Several times, she thought she felt something, or somebody touch her as she slept.

At last, dawn woke the forest to the song of the birds, and Snow White too, awoke. A whole world was stirring to life and the little girl was glad to see how silly her fears had been. However, the thick trees were like a wall round her, and as she tried to find out where she was, she came upon a path. She walked along it, hopefully. On she walked till she came to a clearing. There stood a strange cottage, with a tiny door, tiny windows and a tiny chimney pot. Everything about the cottage was much tinier than it ought to be. Snow White pushed the door open.

“l wonder who lives here?” she said to herself, peeping round the kitchen. “What tiny plates! And spoons! There must be seven of them, the table’s laid for seven people.” Upstairs was a bedroom with seven neat little beds. Going back to the kitchen, Snow White had an idea.

“I’ll make them something to eat. When they come home, they’ll be glad to find a meal ready.” Towards dusk, seven tiny men marched homewards singing. But when they opened the door, to their surprise they found a bowl of hot steaming soup on the table, and the whole house spick and span. Upstairs was Snow White, fast asleep on one of the beds. The chief dwarf prodded her gently.

“Who are you?” he asked. Snow White told them her sad story, and tears sprang to the dwarfs’ eyes. Then one of them said, as he noisily blew his nose:

“Stay here with us!”

“Hooray! Hooray!” they cheered, dancing joyfully round the little girl. The dwarfs said to Snow White:

“You can live here and tend to the house while we’re down the mine. Don’t worry about your stepmother leaving you in the forest. We love you and we’ll take care of you!” Snow White gratefully accepted their hospitality, and next morning the dwarfs set off for work. But they warned Snow White not to open the door to strangers.

Meanwhile, the servant had returned to the castle, with the heart of a roe deer. He gave it to the cruel stepmother, telling her it belonged to Snow White, so that he could claim the reward. Highly pleased, the stepmother turned again to the magic mirror. But her hopes were dashed, for the mirror replied: “The loveliest in the land is still Snow White, who lives in the seven dwarfs’ cottage, down in the forest.” The stepmother was beside herself with rage.

“She must die! She must die!” she screamed. Disguising herself as an old peasant woman, she put a poisoned apple with the others in her basket. Then, taking the quickest way into the forest, she crossed the swamp at the edge of the trees. She reached the bank unseen, just as Snow White stood waving goodbye to the seven dwarfs on their way to the mine.

Snow White was in the kitchen when she heard the sound at the door: KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Who’s there?” she called suspiciously, remembering the dwarfs advice.

“I’m an old peasant woman selling apples,” came the reply.

“I don’t need any apples, thank you,” she replied.

“But they are beautiful apples and ever so juicy!” said the velvety voice from outside the door.

“I’m not supposed to open the door to anyone,” said the little girl, who was reluctant to disobey her friends.

“And quite right too! Good girl! If you promised not to open up to strangers, then of course you can’t buy. You are a good girl indeed!” Then the old woman went on.

“And as a reward for being good, I’m going to make you a gift of one of my apples!” Without a further thought, Snow White opened the door just a tiny crack, to take the apple.

“There! Now isn’t that a nice apple?” Snow White bit into the fruit, and as she did, fell to the ground in a faint: the effect of the terrible poison left her lifeless instantaneously.

Now chuckling evilly, the wicked stepmother hurried off. But as she ran back across the swamp, she tripped and fell into the quicksand. No one heard her cries for help, and she disappeared without a trace.

Meanwhile, the dwarfs came out of the mine to find the sky had grown dark and stormy. Loud thunder echoed through the valleys and streaks of lightning ripped the sky. Worried about Snow White they ran as quickly as they could down the mountain to the cottage.

There they found Snow White, lying still and lifeless, the poisoned apple by her side. They did their best to bring her around, but it was no use.

They wept and wept for a long time. Then they laid her on a bed of rose petals, carried her into the forest and put her in a crystal coffin.

Each day they laid a flower there.

Then one evening, they discovered a strange young man admiring Snow White’s lovely face through the glass. After listening to the story, the Prince (for he was a prince!) made a suggestion.

“If you allow me to take her to the Castle, I’ll call in famous doctors to waken her from this peculiar sleep. She’s so lovely I’d love to kiss her!” He did, and as though by magic, the Prince’s kiss broke the spell. To everyone’s astonishment, Snow White opened her eyes. She had amazingly come back to life! Now in love, the Prince asked Snow White to marry him, and the dwarfs reluctantly had to say good bye to Snow White.

From that day on, Snow White lived happily in a great castle. But from time to time, she was drawn back to visit the little cottage down in the forest.

7 Dwarfs and Snow White - January 20127 Dwarfs and an Awakening - January 2012


Celebrating the Winter Feast and Christmas at home for the first time in  10 years.

Days of Baking and Decorating and then Feasting and Celebrating with Neighbours, Friends and those I Love.

I missed my brother and his family. I loved and enjoyed connecting with my Mom by baking and cooking from my heart as she always did. 

Love and enjoy!

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Joy FULL – Filled with Joy.

When I purposefully put Joy into my thoughts, consciousness, heart, I can feel the change. I can feel my mood shift.

When I feel myself becoming filled with anxiety, overwhelm or debilitating administrative thoughts, I think of something joyful, playful, something that will make me smile and I can feel the shift the change. Within that change I can begin to fill with dreamy thoughts, big thoughts and much more affirming material. I can take a breath and change my mind.

I love my mind, I can change it in a moment. I can fill, evacuate and refill all within my grasp, my ability to be powerful.

Today I will be Joy Full. I will continually fill my mind and my being with Joy.

Floating Joy - Piazza Navona Rome 2009


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AH HA Sexy Passion – Passion is a playmate.

I seem not to be able to rid myself of passion. Passion follows me and is in me wherever I go. Passion moves through my work, my play and my day to day life, as well as my dreams. Living passionately and full-out is not natural to me. I only came to expressing passion and being passionate after finding permission inside of myself.

When you’re at peace with yourself and you love your self, it’s virtually impossible for you to do things to yourself that are destructive.
When you get enough inner peace and feel really positive about yourself, it’s almost impossible for you to be controlled or manipulated by anyone else.
the more you extend kindness to yourself the more it will become your natural response to others
A secret of abundance is to stop focussing on what you do not have and shift your consciousness to an appreciation for all that you do have
No limit people are so in charge that they can trust their instincts, be childlike, be creative and do anything that makes sense to them.

No limit people are so in charge that they can trust their instincts, be childlike, be creative and do anything that makes sense to them.

Wayne Dyer

The idea of living in passion is relatively new to me as a 55 year old man. A few years ago my passion scared me, I did not know how to live with this part of me that seemed so out of control, so huge, so fierce. Today I watch for the fierceness and enjoy the eruption as passion plays out of me.  Today I thrive on the richness and the fulness of expression that passion allows for me.

Today I will surf in the flood of creativity that my passion brings and I will live without limiting that abundance of fresh, new and recurring old. Today I will let the passion flow, erupt, shoot and drizzle.

Today I will be full and playful and enjoy the freedom I feel without limits, living in joyful, blissful passion.

AH! HA! - The Light COMES ON! - Venice 2010


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Pink has an energetic resonance with me.

Funny that which I was so ashamed of many years ago can rise up in me to be  such a powerful symbol of strength and energy. The colour pink is to me what I imagine totem figures are to some. I am constantly drawn to how this colour brings a smile to my face, relaxes me, stimulates me. Yes I know those words that just came out are contradictory… there you go. Some things, some external influences can have mysterious powers.

I adore what the colour pink does for me!

Today I will make sure that something that is PINK will be against my skin, reminding me…

Holding the gate open.

Ushering in another seeker, holding the gate open as another man moves out  and away from shame. I hope his life can be blessed with JOY. Today I had the singular pleasure of living and being in an Exquisite Connection.

Thanks Sister Merry Peter for the reminder that everything is a reflection. All that comes before me is very much a reflection or myself.  Tonight I had the treat of seeing and meeting some of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. The work of these men as Sisters is an inspiration and a delightful blessing to the world.

I am happy and glad in this moment. Joyful to be brazen. Ecstatic to be free.

The Fluid State of the Ecstatic Path ~ Piazza Navonna 2009

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Dreaming ~ Sexy ~ Fluid ~ Daring

Today I will dream. Dream the big dreams that could be seen as fantasy, could be interpreted as wanting too much. Today I will dream the whole and wild parts of myself into being. This is sexy allowing the dream to verge into reality. There is something that is visceral, exciting, sexy about allowing the dreams to loom big and real and full into who I am. The fluid quality that comes into my being when I allow for the dream to loom into reality keeps me going, fires my being and pushes me to create and grow to grasp the dream into my being. I can create a crucible for the dream this way. I can dare the dream to grow as I blow on the embers of my dream to watch the flames burst forth and the dream come to the edge of fruition.

Today I will dream BIG. Play in the sexy light of how the dream can come to life.

 Dreaming the BIG dreams ~ Ravenna 2010

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Opening up to more curiousity. Opening up to the thrill of another workshop weekend. Celebrating the Body Erotic Level 2 – Toronto September 24th and 25th. Upcoming Celebrating the Body Erotic for Men November 19th and 20th

Happy for the community that will form. Happy for the strength of fellowship and support that will form. Happy for more exploration, sharing on knowledge and experience.

Dancing with Ganesh today ~ Septemebr 23


Ganesh ~ Enlightment


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Exploration – Curiousity – Discovery

The PURSUIT of Pleasure. ❤

The JOY of being actively involved in the pursuit of pleasure.  Pleasure that can be experienced on all levels and in each of the energy centers in the body.

Believe me this is about more than SEX it is really about being aware and learning about how to receive pleasure on all levels. To identify the seismic waves that identify when pleasure is entering the body and to allow and open the body to receive that pleasure… To learn and actively train the body to receive pleasure in and on and through the entire body.

Then there is the pursuit of  giving pleasure and how much pleasure can be received by giving.

Today is about an experiment into pleasure.

PS the word SEX in the title is an experiment to see if the views of this blog are truly increased by putting the word SEX in the title. A  days ago SEX was the first word in the title and there were 8 times as many visits to that individual blog page as on the busiest day in the past. Let me see what the word SEX does to this blogs stats today.

Chakras – Energy Centers – August 2011

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