We are buying a house. That's a pretty big deal.


R Nace

I reconnected with an Old Friend who I hadn't seen in a long time, and his ability to cut to the chase reminded me of Fr. Gregory. It was good, I hope to see him again soon, he is a choral mentor to many.
This past weekend I took my band to Whistler and it was awesome, they learned a bunch and I learned a bunch too. Today's rehearsal was amazing, absolutely amazing. They played beethoven beautifully. It made me love my job. What I need now are peer mentors for my younger students.

It was so good. So good. two separate one hour sessions for the students and I learned so much.



Sorry to those that we missed,

we find ourselves visiting mostly with parents/grandparents when we come. That, and I officially can't stand driving here, in fact with the price of real estate, I can't understand why anyone would stay. Honestly, it's nuts. Though change is hard, so no worries. I have stopped trying to spread the good news of living elsewhere, because really, I don't want to overpopulate the rest of the province. I remained surprised though.
I am on my way back to silence, or at least less noise, punctuated by trains, and intermittent deer.

There were thoughts I wanted to share, but I don't remember them. I had a great brief chat with Donovan, and I hope to be a foil for good discussion in front of a podcast mic on day. We will see. I loved what he said about open concept design and how designated space can help kids develop imagination and see and live within boundaries. I forget about this type of living/thinking when I am doing day to day out there, we are busy, and not missing out I don't think.

I am bringing my band back here, to play at Con Brio Whistler, work will be busy for the spring to the finish and the government keeps lobbing little IED's at us. I don't like them. I don't understand why they want to cut and cut and cut.


America IS at war with ISLAM

President Obama is naive. or deceitful.

It's funny, and it took me a while, but, now it seems so obvious, especially with the latest ISIS threat against malls, and add to that the encouragement from W to go shopping in response to 9/11, how can we not see it? The USA (and by extension, the west) is consumed with pleasure and excess, and it is our policy and religion to consume, but nobody sees it. Nobody cares, or wants to admit it, and this ideology wars against some part of the soul of the ISIS ideology of obedience and submission to Allah.
America is at war with any ideology or belief that is not in favour of rampant consumption. It's just not an obvious war.


Music is for telling stories

I have had an epiphany, music is for telling stories, or it should be. It can and does other things, but if it is good and if it is to grab your attention, it will tell a story. This is why a lot of CCM is crap, because it is about as deep as a puddle in the desert, doesn't tell a story. This is why the Psalms are good, they are telling a story-even though they don't always have narrative trajectory-

Anyway. That's today's epiphany. Music tells stories. It's also today's lesson in Grade 2 music friday.

Zeke's birthday was yesterday, it was brutal and awesome. He was all wound up, and we had to cancel our planned sushi supper. But he can load and shoot his bb gun by himself, I wasn't sure he was strong enough for it, but he is.

and it's spring in February here. Snow is almost all gone from town. It's bizarre.


Old Posts, Old Friends, recycled thoughts.

I just read some old posts, and they included comments from people I didn't realize I had known so long, including M and K Francis, Kai, Elizabeth R, RW, Aunty Bic, (Vic), Simeon, and others.

I had no idea it's been so long, I feel old, and blessed to have such friends, even though I don't see them often. I recently told someone I don't like that word, blessed, but in this context it's true. I was reading way back in 2005 when I was coming home from Grad school, and I didn't realize I had become such a part of St. Hermans that I mattered to all these people. I guess we were all blogging a lot back then too, commenting all over the place, but what an archive of interaction. I love it. I am so glad this archive is here, so I will continue, and perhaps publicize it again, and rant a bit so as to garner a reaction, of any sort, so you post a thought and I can look back in 10 more years and remember fondly this interaction. I guess it's like an old letter, but better, because it doesn't take up space. I'm a sucker for history like this.

I miss a lot of people. Fernie is epic. We do everything I have ever wanted to do, but we won't buy a house here, it's like langley/surrey prices and with one income, it's just not happening. I would move to chilliwack if I were in the mainland still, and we could do it there, but our church is growing slowly, we are getting a steady priest who is moving to Cranbrook, and I think it will be good.

I have been biking in the snow, it's not so bad. I don't like being wet, but I don't mind being cold. Vancouver, such a legend, and yet just a place. I turned off the hockey game tonight, it was ok, but just kind of useless. It's just a piece of rubber, and yet we invest so much meaning into it.

I see so much religion in our empty activities, so much passion and belief in things like sport and hobbies. I do it too, I find identity in it, and it's something I have fought or mused on for a long time. I wrote an essay in Grade 11 ( I got such a good mark and high praise for it that I remember it vividly) about putting on and changing our identities. I 'became' orthodox. I am orthodox. I am a Husband and Father. I am a teacher. I am a hunter, fisherman, cycling/running enthusiast (running?) I pine for the fjords, or perhaps just a few acres of land. I identify myself in different ways and I think this is a huge issue for belief, faith, and existence in general. I think when we find something to identify ourselves with, we don't feel the lack of other things, which might be why wealthy moderns like myself (who have more than we need of everything) don't need God. why would we?

Also, I miss silence and meditation, yoga, spiritual discipline and things like that. I feel like I am always in survival mode, like the panic button has been down for 5 years (since we had kids) and I wonder if that feeling goes away, because I wish I could teach my kids about silence, but I am nowhere near practicing it. Except when I hunt or run. but really that's not the same. Though I wonder if there is a connection there.

I love my job, but it's also frustrating. So many kids don't come with an assumption that the teacher knows what they are talking about. It's a little weird, I don't know if I felt that way, but I know I had respect for certain teachers as experts, that's for sure. Where did that come from? the respect or disrespect? Is it the family? or the teacher? or both? It seems to me that our system is not functioning very well, but what is the answer? fix it from within? head for the hills and start a commune?



Pleasure vs. Joy, also ten years of blogging.

I live in a beautiful place that is conducive to living a life of pleasure. Every day, we live for pleasure. I could bike all winter on any number of trails, using a snow bike, or I could snowshoe, XC Ski, Downhill ski, snowboard, fish, hunt, run etc. In the summer I can trade the winter activities for summer things. People refer to Fernie as Never-Never-Land, where we can be kids forever, and it makes me wonder. I love enjoying these activities, and I hope that as I do, I am offering thanks in word and deed for the life I get to live, showing my kids to be grateful and appreciate all they have been giving, but as they grow up I see reflected in their attitudes something that I fear I show often: Entitlement. I hate to say it but I think I feel like I deserve all this fun, like it's my turn to get that foot of powder, catch that trout, etc. I deserve it. I know it's hard to really understand all of our own motives, perhaps impossible unless you live near Gibsons, but I was talking to a friend recently and we sort of realized that one of the values of living in this town is fun. Was it fun? how was your weekend? Oh, you skied, did you have fun? the snow was bad? aw, that's too bad. Too cold? another tragedy. But really, what am I doing here? fully engaged with the fun, and loving it. How can I show/be the Love that I know, the discipline that I crave and get better at what I say matters? I want my kids to grow up a certain way, but I think I am demonstrating something else.
Then, there's the other side, where maybe I have been given a sweet gift, and I can fully enjoy it and bounce through the mountains and call it Joy and be grateful for what God has allowed. But the rub with that is that I don't deserve it, it's not a gift from God and it is all the same time. How can I dare to say that my amazing life is a gift from God? I can't, I can only say that life itself is a gift from God, and how we respond to it might be yet another gift, because I could be a jerk and not see that I have this worm of entitlement inside me, so I am glad I can at least see it, or I could refuse it thinking that I know better than God about what to do in this moment.
The rain falls on the on the sinner and the good, and everything is meaningless, so perhaps even to try and understand it is futile and instead we should just go to church and continue to plow furrows ever so slowly. I imagine I wrote a post like this sometime in the last decade of this blog, which I am now upon, having started in 2005.



So tomorrow I will become a reader. Vladika Irenee will tonsure me. I have been orthodox since 2005, so I suppose it's time. I like reading in the church. And I got a cassock. Long after I thought it would be a 'cool' thing to do, so I guess that's good.
Life in Fernie is interesting. We are waiting to find out if/when the next step happens, which has to do with working in Cranbrook, and perhaps living in Kimberley. We would be closer to our church, so that would be good. I would miss a number of people here who I have become good friends with, but Fernie is not affordable for a teacher, so we go to cranbrook/kimberley area, which is on sale. I miss a lot of people in the lower mainland, I miss the influence of constant church, the monks, etc. I love the kootenays though. I got two deer again this year, which is great. I even put a road killed doe in the freezer, so we have lots of meat. The kids like it here too, it's good. I have been biking to work in the snow, and it's not too bad. The short commute is awesome.