the word for the day is…

Tessellation. Often thought of in terms of interlocking geometrical shapes such as the famous M.C. Escher work of birds morphing into fish:

All M.C. Escher works (c) 2012 The M.C. Escher Company – the Netherlands. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

In fact any relationship can be thought of as a multidimensional tessellation in physical, emotional, energetic, or spiritual space. Except, maybe the idea of sharp boundaries between things is wrong?

Here’s one possible tessellation of British Columbia from my work:

Here, the boundary between cells is clearly demarked by a black line. That is your space and this is my space. But in life I don’t think we get that same sharp division. This is my air and that is yours? If so, only when taken as a snapshot in time. The next instant a complete reordering happens, new shapes form, and relationships are redefined.

Winter Warmth

Out to Mystic Beach today. It’s always a favourite place and today was no exception. Hung out in a sheltered spot under a rock overhang as storms raced by. Then walking up the beach saw this. It was enough to make the heart flutter a little bit.

Broken on your shores

When the world delivered me to
your shores,
drunk in your bed,
leaning into your shins on the kitchen floor
laughing and then crying uncontrollably
raving about cancer
seaweed in my teeth and
barely able to stand
You wanted neptune
to stride muscularly from
the waves
erect trident to penetrate your heart.
Skewer your insecurities
into nothingness like
A bubble simply


Instead you got a soaking
fool coughing up brine
washed up the beach
ready to recede
like a spent wave on the sand
dissolving foam
scurrying crabs
and tumbled stones
filaments of kelp
too limp to resist the raging
currents of the boiling sea
the blood and phosphorescence
and whitecaps and spawning smelt
of my internal ocean.

For M.H.