It's 03:30 a.m., and I lay awake in a strange room. Nothing that surrounds me is familiar. The dark that blankets this space feels less like a call to rest, and more that of a void where pained thoughts flourish. It's strange how loud one's mind can be in the dark. It seems to echo... Continue Reading →
Coins twinkling like stars rested on the fountain floor beneath the water. Symbols of tossed wishes and hopeful dreams. I too had a wish and a dream, but I held no coins nor any illusion that my plea would ever be answered. It is in fact a wish that I hold through to this day..."
"This is not a peculiar place. It's not ambiguous nor generic. This place — Canada — the land of mountains, prairies, grains and cowboys, indigenous beauty and a humble people is... home."
A Medic's Mind 