Friday, August 17, 2007


Happy Birthday my one and only child.

Against all odds we both survived one of those "Hungarian dramas" that this family is so fond of.

On the radio right now they are playing a csardas...

From The Phophet by Kahil Gibran

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."

And he said:

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you.

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

My tanka

He sits on the large hill

King of his great pride

His kingdom down below

The responsibilities are vast

A roar awkens the day

Written this morning August 17, 2007

Happy Birthday!!!!!

Monday, August 6, 2007


My computer crashed and have lost most of my data. Did back my data as i should have...NO!!!

Well, as everything in my life i only learn things the hard way. I am especially sorry that my Cousin Kim lost his collection of 30,000 songs that he has been collecting for so long.

I now have an external hard-drive and this should help with anymore losses.

I am grateful to Ray and Roger for letting me use their sorry for waking the two of you so early in the mornings. You have been good sports. I will have one of my bubbly parties soon to celebrate.

Here in Nanaimo we had the annual Dragon boat festival in which i was part of. Then there was the Bathtub Races which brings so many tourists to the city. More and more i hear many European and Asian languages spoken here and am happy that these tourists are enjoying this city and the island.

Here are a few haiku and tanka:

For the breast cancer survior dragon boat teams

My paddle goes slowly

among the flowers in the sea

so many lives gone

but we honour

them today

Salt on arms and legs

spash the dragon boaters

as a seal watches

For Sam Monagham Stone for his historic sea voyage from Honolulu to Japan on the Kama Hele, a 125 day life changing adventure. I am so proud of you See you on my birthday in Honolulu!!!

You can read about his adventure on and on his regular column for JAL at, also his TV show website

On the still sea

his eyes look inward

creating stories

Summer morning

watching the sun rise

haze on the sea

Blue-green eyes

memories brings me back

to your island