There's nothing quite like a wide open sky or the endless expanse of an ocean view to create the sensation of spaciousness within my being; clearing my mind, opening my heart, and expanding my spirit.
Neither of which are readily available in Toronto, a city blanketed by streetcar cables and at least a thousand kilometers away from the nearest coast. Instead, we've got an abundance of towering trees and a Great Lake pretending to be an ocean. Both of which have provided me with much solace. But it's not the same. Not nearly a...
I've held a long–standing curiosity for the concept of 'Integrity', mostly because of its ambiguity – everyone seems to have their own understanding of the word.
In fact, not too long ago my mother and I were deep in conversation, I used the word Integrity in a way that didn't jive with her, which of course led to a healthy debate (debates are BIG in my family). I was shocked to learn that even we had a different understanding of the word.