Wood Fires and Solitude

It is a nippy, windy minus 10 C outside this morning as I saunter out of my five acre wood. When I clear the treeline a strong Northerly wind bites into my skin even through my Dakota heavy canvas winter jacket. I step into the workshop and immediately light a fire and then begin to…

East Coast Marriage – Advice From The Fisherman’s Shanty

Want a sure thing? Would you like a Canadian East Coast Marriage Tip? I mean a very practical angle for sprucing up real human marriages, for sure? Tired of all these fictional illusions found in most witless marriage books? From a conversation this morning at 5:30 AM. “I love you babe, and I’ll look forward to seeing…

Connected, Attached, Or Tied Down?

There is a significantly different life experience behind each context. I suppose we could debated whether we chose, simply fell into, or had these life circumstances thrust upon us. But the truth might be that it is probably a combination of all three. Well, i made it back to the east coast of Canada and…

Malian Beauty

There are some stunning people here in Mali. On my last visit to the village this term I captured this Samogho Duungoma girl.   The old Samogho Duungoma chief amazes me too. He is stunningly unique in his looks. He is a Chief of a village, but he has nothing. The whole camp of his…

Abandon Ship

Had a great opportunity to stand on the side of a main road in Mali today. Our bus broke down about 9:30 am, some stayed seated, others like myself  abandoned  ship for a while. It took them only thirty minutes to change the busted radiator hose. I stood looking up and down the barren stretch…

On The Edge Of Night

The edge of evening, where good things grow. It’s one of those transitional days. The day I pack my office, shut down the internet, pack the router and communication equipment, back up my files, shut the laptop down, remove its battery, cover the desk with plastic. But one last thing- This is the last story…

That Unexpected Very Last Day in Africa

We never truly know when our last day in Africa might be.  I have seen the end come as a surprise to so many people who love this place. I want my very last day in Africa to be a surprise too, I don’t want to see the end, know when it is arriving, nor…

Convulsing Pain In Africa

Saw lady who was struck by a motorcycle. It happened in front of the Sikasso post office.  Young men lifted, more hauled and dragged than lifted,  the lady off the street and dropped her face down in the dirt in front of the shop we just arrived at, laying  her only three feet from my…

When Nothing Unexpected Ever Happens

“Deep down, people complain, but they love routines – I said. – Of course, and the reason is very simple: routines give them the false sensation of being safe. Thus, today will be exactly like yesterday, and tomorrow will bring no surprises. When night falls, part of the soul complains that nothing different was experienced,…

The Siege Of Sikasso – History On A Motorcycle

Did some sightseeing around Sikasso the other day. There are several hills in the Southern end of the city that have huge statues on them. I went off the beaten path on the motorcycle, weaving through the back streets and alleyways to find them. The first hill I climbed was a statue commemorating the fifteen…