by Francis Marion
The Burning Platform
It’s funny how different our lives are yet at the same time how they occasionally seem to intersect. We go regularly to the West coast of Vancouver Island and when I saw this warning I began to think of just how close our lives are to one another in some aspects. I thought of Jim on his rock with his sign and I began to think of the things that bind people like all of us together. Not just cynicism but an appreciation of the most basic and elemental of things like family, friendship, love and especially truth…
[…] Time
Each morning finds us staring out into the vast expanse of the Pacific. My daughter, now 12, reminds me that she no longer needs my help with her board.
“I can handle my own gear Dad.”