Music’s the language of the soul Whether it be Tchaikovsky Hank Williams or “Old Black Joe” Music’s the language of the soul Reliving thoughts And feelings Experienced long ago. Music’s the language of the soul Lyrics and melodic Combinations Intrinsically enrolled. Music’s the language of the soul Elvis Presley and Michael Jackson Universally known. Music’s…

From Fraser Lake Village Office News: “STILL STANDING [CBC show] will produce an episode of “Still Standing” in Fraser Lake. This production will showcase our many positive attributes. The program highlights small Canadian towns that have experienced economic challenges but are working to revitalize. The story of our community is told through the interview of…

Boy the dice are certainly loaded against the most vulnerable in our society! I hear on the news that motions are in progress to make it even harder to smoke cigarettes in public places. I see hospital patients with I.V. devices dangling behind, out on the streets, barely dressed to combat below zero weather, desperately…

I thought I was over it. August 1993 was so long ago when the unthinkable had occurred. My son suffered from schizophrenia but the roller coaster ride my family had traveled along with him for the previous 9 years from symptoms of an illness aptly described as “the most devastating of all diseases” was in…

There’s been a lot of political talk lately. Seems the democratic process is not working the way it should. Otherwise, good-looking self-confident Hollywood stars and good-looking self-confident sons of historical icons would not (seemingly) rule as dictators do in far-off uncivilized countries. I think the problem is not with the democratic system. I think it…

I love this hymn-poem that my son wrote a few Christmases ago. The pastor at his church wants to set some of Bruce’s hymn-poems to music. The Magic of the Season How we remember a babe Who was born for freedom To set us free from our cages In the magic of the season Even…

A Flock of Geese Yesterday I saw a flock of Canada geese, Hovering over the ice-packed, snow-frosted lake, A few had stopped to investigate. They huddled below, On the wind-sculpted snow Commenting ’bout their fate The flock circled above in travel formation While the landed birds debated. “Should we wait for Spring To do our…

A GREYHOUND BUS TRIP AT NIGHT My back aches and my knees quake If only I was shorter or thinner. We cannot sleep on the bus Some grey-haired ladies are telling stories Interesting stories about magpies picking at the eyes of pigs and chickens A baby cries A young mother moves up front It is…