Eternal Twilight

Published October 2, 2017 by Incidental Scribe

As the sun sets her weary head and the moon prepares his brightest smile

It is between these phases of the day that I contemplate life for awhile

My soul wants to run like a lupine to gnash its teeth and howl at the moon

To dance over streams and prowl through the forest but the sun she awakes too soon

The night calls to me like a vampire softly begging me to come and play

And why not I ask when I work all night and sleep my life away all day

My heart it yearns for adventure to escape along cool foggy streets

Or perhaps just a wild passionate thrill ride between some black silky sheets

The supernatural and dark appeal to me with their mysterious and twisted ways

As twilight comes every fiber of my being prepares for our favourite time of day.

Because I kno when my feet are weary and my mind decides it’s time to roam

I can always follow the raven wherever he files because he knows just how to lead me home

~The Incidental Scribe


Hurricane Season

Published August 25, 2017 by Incidental Scribe

Frustrating annoying confusing to say the least

We go through these vicious cycles once a year a month or week

You never know with me when the time bomb is gonna blow

With you I sit here wanting you to talk but waiting for you to go

Then it’s like the winds shift and the storm we are battling ends

We are back to being lovers compainons and most importantly best friends

I am compassionate considerate caring and kind

You are focused on us and for a few fleeting moments will say what’s on your mind

But is this love enough because beyond our horizon the storm rears its head

The moments gone the wind picks up and we are back in hurricane season I can feel the dread

I tell you to brace yourself because I don’ want either of us to get swept over the edge

You hold my hand say we’ve been through a storm like this before and we’re gonna make it again

~ The Incidental Scribe

Keep On Dreaming

Published August 5, 2017 by Incidental Scribe

A person very important to me recently told me that I need to change my dreams and be more realistic or make some changes in my life. At first these words made me feel like I was being told to give up on my dreams and just accept my lot in life. It took me a few days to realize this is not what they meant.

What this person was trying to get across to me is that if I want to accomplish my dreams I need to be willing to make changes in my life. I’m a huge advocate of dreaming big and going for your dreams, yet I don’t think I ever really took a good look at what I would need to do to make my dreams come true. When this person brought this to light with me at first I was taken aback. I thought ‘surely I do take actions towards my goals and dreams. I work hard and I keep my mind honed in on what I want.’ As soon as that thought crossed my mine though another followed. ‘Is working hard enough?’

The more I thought about it the more I realized that no its not. Having money from working hard will help pay the bills or give me some extra funds to go for my dreams, but money won’t solve everything. I also need to make changes in my day to day actions to start achieving my dreams. If I want to be a writter I need to take time to write more. Do I want to be a better known DJ? Well then I need to spend more time honing my musical and sound skills. Do I want to travel? If so then I need to save and take the time to plan trips. All in all changes would need to be made in my life to make my dreams come true.

So I need to start deciding which dream I want to tackle first and go for it. If I can do it so can you. Comment below dreams you want to take the time to concure and maybe together we can make our dreams a reality. Until next time readers keep on dreaming.

~ The Incidental Scribe

I Am The Lorax

Published April 15, 2017 by Incidental Scribe

I know it’s been a really long time since I’ve written again and I have tons of things I could tell you, but today’s blog is going to be a bit of a rant. I don’t normally go off on a rant, but the sight I saw today made me realize if I don’t raise my voice now, later it might be too late.

I was walking downtown today to pick up some necessities and the quickest way to get there from my apartment also happens to be the most scenic. There is a series of trails that run parallel to the railway lines that run through Brockville. I’ve always enjoyed this walk as it is wooded, shady, cool and you can usually spot a squirrel, rabbit or a raccoon if you’re lucky. The trees are filled with birds singing their songs of the day and all in all it’s a nice piece of the woods in the middle of a small town. The trail ends in a field just before one of our many Tim Hortons and just past an old rail way tunnel which over the years had been left to become run down and the old tracks flooded into a sort of reclaimed creek.

The only sketchy part of the path is an old abandoned building, the windows have long ago been smashed and boarded over, teenagers have tagged it with graffiti and the walls have started to cave in. The surrounding brush made it seem like the building was fenced off by nature, so to me it was less scary to pass it after sunset. Today when I got to this part of the trail I felt like something was horribly wrong.

It had been a long time since I had walked the trail, as it does get snowed in during the winter, but when I got to the abandoned building something seemed off. I slowed my pace trying to put my finger on it. ‘Was there a fence blocking this off before?’ I asked myself and instantly shook my head. That wasn’t it, but why did the building seem closer to the path and creepier than normal?  I shook off the ominous feeling I was getting and kept on walking. I just assumed because it had been so long since I had been on this trail that my mind was playing tricks on me.

As I reached the exit point I looked down towards the railway tunnel and spotted a short school bus parked in what I remembered was a flooded creek. ‘That bus shouldn’t be down there, why is there a school bus down there?’ My mind was racing to try to place what I was seeing into the big picture. I stopped dead in my tracks. ‘More importantly why can I see a school bus down there?!’ It was like a slow motion camera zoomed out as mind caught up to what my eyes were seeing. All the brush was gone and all the trees had been clear cut.

I was so upset I didn’t no whether to yell or cry. I marched along the new fence that had been erected,  towards a large wooden sign that I knew would tell me who had done this and why. Sure enough the sign said, “Ford Electric, Lighting The Railway Tunnel Project.”  By this time I had decided I was mad, so mad I was practically vibrating with anger. I had known the city was restoring the tunnel, they wanted to reopen it as part of Canada’s 150 celebration this summer. I am a strong supporter of restoring our heritage sites and building tourism, but I draw the line at devastating the environment for these reasons.

My favourite Dr. Seuss book is The Lorax, the story of a fictional creature who tries to warn against the dangers of clear cutting, pollution and harming the environment in general. Today I feel like The Lorax. I’m shouting at the top of my lungs hoping someone listens. I’m stamping my feet in indignation praying someone sees me and inquires why, this will give me a chance to educate them on the injustice that has been done. I’m mad and hurt that our city would make such a decision….in a world where every tree counts we are clear cutting to make things pretty.

I’m sure I will hear from my friend on city council and he will assure me the environmental impact was considered and that they will plant new trees and make it into a pretty park or something. Or that for every tree cut Ford Electric plants five new ones somewhere. These after math plans are moot. The trees and brush that have been cleared were at least 20 years old or older. New saplings won’t provide shelter to the animals and birds that called this area their home. Sure it’s only one section of the wooded trail, but it’s like the trail has a huge scar cut into its face now. We took natural beauty and destroyed it to suit our ideal image of a tourist attraction.

“I am The Lorax, I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees for the trees have no tongues.” Dr. Seuss’ writing is soooo revelant today. If we don’t speak up when we see small attacks on our environment then how can we expect to defend the earth from larger pressing matters. Please feel free to comment and tell me what gets you passionate about the environment. As for this writer she is going to try and make a few council meetings and shed a few tears for the loss of some old friends…yes they may have been just trees…but those trees and I had history.
~ The Incidental Scribe

Too Short

Published February 1, 2017 by Incidental Scribe

So the last time I wrote my grandmother was in the hospital. She made it out and is home now. Alas this weekend I had to put down my dog. Lister was my 12 year old Boston Terrier fur baby, but due to health complications it was time. I’m gutted….like it feels like there is an actual whole in my soul.

It has got me thinking however, that once again a sad moment in my life has occurred and I’m finally taking time out of my busy schedule to write. With the hours I have been working, I’ve pretty much cast aside time to do my hobbies because I feel like there will be time later to work on my projects or chase down that dream. The truth hit hard today that there is no extra time.

We really only have today to make the most of our lives. To do what we love, to make mistakes, to learn and grow and make the world a better place. Each day is a gift and only you have the power to choose how you spend your time.

I will try to make space for the things I love because I don’t want to be on my death bed going well at least I worked really hard. I want to have adventures and stories to tell. I want to be able to say I lived, I helped others and I wasn’t afraid to do things my way.

Life is too short not to eat dessert and live like there is no tomorrow.
~ The Incidental Scribe

In Memory of Lister Sept 2, 2004- January 27, 2017

Hospital Visits

Published September 7, 2016 by Incidental Scribe

My grandmother is in the hospital. Now she seems to be on the mend, but it only reminds me that time is short. As she asks me the same question not even 30 minutes later, I realize that time can be disorted as memory fades.

It can be hard enjoying time with her like this. In my mind she is still the dancing partner I won awards with doing the chicken dance. She is the hard working woman who used to get up early to clean restaurants. The friend who would stay up late watching country music videos with me on sleep overs. And last, but not least the kind woman who would help out her friends and neighbours before herself.

Those are the memories I want to hold on to. I don’t want to remember her weak, in hospital bedd, losing her memory and telling me that life has lost it’s luster. I refuse to do so. If time can change her memory then it can change mine as well.

In the end it will be the good times I’ll hold on to. Even in this hospital we’ve had moments of laughter and it is those moments I see my grandmother as she was and always will be.

~The Incidental Scribe