On the road to Englightenment


The Lotus Flower

In our upside down world, where I am having treatment for cancer, I have turned to the Thich Naht Hanh, the Vietnamese Zen Buddhist Master. 

What is truly not real is that I have a 700 euro long, blond wig on the back seat of my car to hide my baldness. A baldness caused by drugs that are hopefully curing my cancer. There are people starving all over the world who have no access to healthcare. Parents are choosing between heating and food. Many people are dying of Aids in Africa. 'Breaking Bad' in Canada would not have made it to the end of the first episode, as the main character's treatment would have started next week and he wouldn't have had to make drugs to pay for healthcare.

My hair hasn't completely fallen out yet. It's patchy and short unlike the blond wig

I am real

I am loved 

and that is all that matters. 

I beginning to think that this cancer was the gift of love that has saved me from running away from the present moment where you can encounter the fulness of life, of God. 

This is the first time in my life I have ever truly stopped.









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