Dixie, Ducks, and the Art of Saying Hello-.
Finding My Brain on a Thursday Morning to be honest,..
Some mornings start sideways. Today I woke up feeling like my brain had wandered off without me — like I had to rehearse old stories just to get my footing again. Grade 9 memories, the short story I wrote about my daughter not starting her engine until after post‑secondary, the way people read things at a grade 6 or 7 level and turn them into something else entirely. It’s strange what rises when the mind is tired.
Classical music helped. Boiling water helped. Writing helped most of all.
There’s been too much loss in the last few years — a friend passing, another friend crossing a boundary on the worst possible day. Those memories still echo in the mornings when I’m not fully awake. They make intimacy complicated, make the body feel like a place of caution instead of ease. And yet, I’m grateful for the safety I have with Kim, for the way we both carry our own scars and still choose each other.
I’m tired of ghost stories, tired of the political noise, tired of working‑class people being expected to navigate systems that don’t make room for real human problems. Some days it feels like everyone is trying to self‑actualize while barely keeping their head above water.
So I write. I write to get out of my head and back into it. I write to find the brain that goes missing in the morning fog. I write because grounding and common ground matter more than the chaos.
And somewhere in all of this — the music, the memories, the boiled water, the honesty — I can feel myself coming back. Not perfectly. Not all at once. But enough.
Enough to keep going.
Enough to breathe.
Enough to start the day.
A Morning of Hellos, Birds, and Busy Thoughts
Dixie and I headed out from home toward NS, then on to the university watershed. The goslings were out again — the geese couple, two ducks, and two geese working together like a little team patching up the water’s edge. I snapped a portrait photo with Dixie in it; the birds blurred out, but the moment still felt right. I didn’t walk the full circuit around the pond this time, just stopped long enough to take in the scene.
On the way, I crossed paths with people who looked like they needed a hello. One achiever waved at me in the crosswalk. Another raised their eyebrows and said “morning.” Students heading to the university, moving with purpose. Then I met the owner of Jerome and his dog Clover — a short stop, a bit of play, and then back on the path toward NS.
I passed a field of backpacks and pulled out my fallacy and biases cards, fidgeting with them while I walked. Said hi to a few more couples. By the end of it all, I think I greeted over seventeen people. A good day for hellos.
I did misspeak to one guy wearing a “Bring Back the Moon” shirt — end‑of‑walk brain, I guess. Happens when I get laughing at my own sentences and the dog keeps me moving. I’m too serious some days, and my thoughts have been busy lately.
On the way home, I kept thinking about my conversation with Joe last night. I told him I’d found a bit of common ground and reflective space away from the chaos. His art is a gift — something steady in the noise. We talked about dads, about absence, about the strange way people carry their stories. I said things I’ve been holding for a long time: wondering who I am, what I’m worth, what it means to grow up without a father figure fully present. Wondering where life leads after school ends and summer begins.
Joe shared his own story — his mom raising him while his dad worked rigs. How things got better later. It grounded me a bit.
I wrote to him that every storm has a storm, and trains come along, and people move on with their lives. And that writing — even when it feels messy or too honest — is still a way through.
By the time Dixie and I got home, the day felt full. A little adventure. A lot of greetings. A few thoughts heavier than others. Now it’s time for a shower, a shave, and getting ready for work.
Such is life. And somehow, even with all the thinking, it feels like I’m finding my brain again.
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Every one has a dad and a mom
Hopefully there there when they can be
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Poetic
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Wish I was worth more than the notion of being abandoned attachment of a dad
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Of the city in my mind every one is asking seriously generational who there dad is and missing a father figure there.
Passively I’m left asking is
Where it’ll lead after post secondary as a summer start and post secondary ends.
I’m full of wonder 💭 and loss of control in power post
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Yet when the teacher ends who is the civil and moral servant is…
Family
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Hey Joe a pleasure chatting about imaginary names and numbers
good reason people move along mind there business
Every storm has a storm and trains come along
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Passing along the pleasure chat 💬
Thanks for being an artist
I’m sort of writing wishing I’d writing privately
Yet I write my head here in my writing
It’ll be alright
How to turn it into a story is
Done as done ✅
If unreal numbers and hopes
just to get out of my head to get back in my ead to reset the loss of brain in the morning.... trying to find my brain this morning... it was missing so ive been rehersing my grade 9 school story cause no ones gong to have a grade 11 or 12 grade reading level for an illegemate illection thats goin to be very passive for a grade 6-7 passive reading thats impulsive or distracation reading thats attached to the sercurity of the vote... listening to classical music also its bs for sure but thats what i wrote that my daughter wouldn't get her engine started by her boyfriend til after post seondary was finished and boy was i milked til then... now i don't want to even think about sex or releasing myself due to the bullshit of my late friend passing and an unreal friend stealthing my on her death day on her birthday... quite the story of thought of thinking to find my brian this morning some where is my brain.... thanks for being my back board to writing my private thoughts out to find my brain this mornign your a good guy steve reflective grounding and common ground i got poison and concussions so kimmie feels safe place for me due to the endrometresosis and bowl surgery when she was born intamacy is problems and i love her for it... tired of talking unhinged ghost stories communism and socialism when working class people can't even maneuvoer these community and self actualizing problems water is boiled write me a blog post
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