slack.

Its a line.

No, I dont think its a line, but that's a great metaphor for now.

You walk it. You balance, you fall or you drive through the wobbles and you wonder how that happened.
Regardless, you will never know where you are going, until you are there. Sometimes you find yourself sitting it out for a while so you can figure out how best to get back on your line. You can try other ones, but that will never do, they are all the same it seems. It is in your head as to whether or not you will be able to stay balanced on any of them. And the result is relative.


I am sitting in the living room at 1883 Maple st. in Squamish BC. I am driving a cup of tea and noticing how the wind is moving the branches on the colourful canvas outside. My backdrop, for everything I do, is a large granite monolith called the Stawamus Chief. And I like it this way. I know this will be home.


My tether to Toronto lost hold over the past couple of weeks. I have been living without a return ticket and without an easily articulated reason to buy one.


Last time I was climbing in the city, an old friend and climber saw me, mentioned I was back. I smiled and concured. He told me a was a real wanderer now, based on my stories and photos, and I smiled again. I tried to explain to him that I wanted to come home, i wanted to settle and make something in one place. I tried to outline my goals of permanence. And he smiled.

" It is funny, that seems to be what all the wanderers say".


I am what I am. And I can only fight it so much.

You are exactly where you need to be.
As long as you are really there.