An invitation to something new…

It's just become evident to me that I can't do everything! Wow, what a revelation! I can't believe I've spent so many years of my life (partially) believing that I can. Sorry, I'll try to stop doing that!

Since my last post here a lot of things have been happening… and I'm going to try to give you a window into that part of my life by inviting you to my new blog, BUDDY BREATHING.

Buddy Breathing… a blog about hope, is where I will be spending my blogging energies for now.

Please come and join me there, and thank you for following this blog and commenting and for encouraging me. Your words speak life into me!

Peace, out.

Lesley-Anne

Words for the New Year, images from the past.

My great-grandfather, Sgt. James Hislop Cook's A Coy, 20th Battalion at the C.N.E. in Toronto, March 1915. His Brigade was commanded by Brigadier Armand Armstrong Smith, of the famous E.D. Smith & Sons. He is fourth from the left, seated in the front row. He was a certified marksman, and was wounded three times in battle. Photograph with permission of Joel Clements, Brainstorm Studio.

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender;
be on good terms with all persons…
And whatever your labours and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.
With all it's sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

'Desiderata', by Max Ehrmann

'Hum V' Jesus

photography by
Joel Clements,
Brainstorm Studio







Your 'Hum V' Jesus don’t cut it with me.
Your tear stained prayer books,
pious acts and sideways looks don’t touch my pain.
The demon in me plays addictions winning game.

And while you dine with your lunch bunch,
sip chardonnay and plan a warm beach holiday,
I sit inside the bus stop, waiting for the rain to stop,
dying for my next hit, and feeling like a piece of shit.

So when I show up, you gonna grow up,
walk up, cough up some loose change
and be Jesus in a real way? Let me eat and drink today?
Or will you just drive by while I’m contemplating suicide?

‘cause Jesus was a walking man.
He walked and talked and sat down
by the side of the road, in the ditch. That man wasn’t rich.
Jesus handed out life and fish.

That’s the Jesus I wanna know
that’s the one you gotta show me
If you wanna reach me, teach me,
then you gotta touch me where it hurts.

And if my next score is what makes me tick
it might make you sick, but it
might take me through another night.
Yeah, it ain't right, I ain't a pretty sight
but this is real life, so you gonna get real?

The good news, the upside
is that the will to survive
could arrive in your shaking hand,
slow steps, down-turned eyes.
Your spare change; my fish and life.

Lesley-Anne Evans
February 2008