The Sons of Mary O’Flannery (and That Which Befell Them)

| February 26, 2019

My Mother always said that those who won’t listen have to feel. This story illustrates that sentiment. While I certainly don’t need to leave Lunenburg County to find some prime specimens of the sort you’ll read about here, I was inspired by the approach of St. Patrick’s Day to deliver this with an Irish flavour. […]

A Wondrous Gift on this Busy Monday

| February 25, 2019

A while back, Mrs. LFM and I were spending a soul filling Autumn day in Kejimkujik National Park, and at one point, with the aid of a handy boulder, she captured this perfect moment. This is presently the banner picture on my personal Facebook page, and as it turns out, it caught the attention of […]

A Long Winter’s Night — Ascent to Spring Edition: Of Form and Function

| February 24, 2019

The blade is but the tooth and claw That Nature never gave, So Man no longer hides in trees, Nor cowers in a cave. Why scrabble for what lives beneath The rocks and rotting logs? Take blade, go forth with Comrades bold, And Trusty Hunting Dogs! ~ Tooth and Claw ~ (Excerpt) If you’ve ever […]

A Long Winter’s Night — Ascent to Spring Edition: The Cowboy Hávamál

| February 17, 2019

“I’ve spoken before of the Hávamál (sayings of the high one), that being one of the poems in The Elder or Poetric Edda, also known as Sæmund’s Edda. “For those of us with eyes to see, ears to hear, minds to think, and hearts to feel, the world of now is every bit as dangerous […]

A Long Winter’s Night — Ascent to Spring Edition: The Myth of Equality

| February 10, 2019

As long as society persists in refusing to acknowledge, or willfully forgetting, that “equality” as entrenched in law bears absolutely no resemblance to the same word as used to describe lack of variance between the quality of individual expression of human abilities, little progress can be expected. While, undeniably, there are groups and individuals who […]

A Long Winter’s Night — Ascent to Spring Edition: Imbolc

| February 2, 2019

“It is Winter; the wind howls and Mother Nature lies sleeping, deep under a blanket of snow. Bare branches, stark against the slate gray sky, crack against each other like knucklebones, and when the winds really howl they snap, hitting the snow covered ground with a hushed thump. “On the Great Wheel of the Year, […]