(written November 2004)
There are ebbs and flows of life as there are drifts and tides of the sea. Cycles that we go through. With the movement we have to accept hardships and struggles. For those who live life to its fullest suffer at times during their search. I accept these struggles yet envy the people with content complacencies because I cannot accept that which does not make me entirely happy. I have always felt that I am destined for greatness and in this knowledge I search for the anchor from which I can drift.
I feel that I have found my anchor with a long lead in BC..."a storage unit with a view" was the theme of this move out west, it feels as though I have found it on Saltspring Island.














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