On The Road With Denny D

"Let us be silent, that we may hear the whispers of God" Ralph Waldo Emerson Sometimes wake up and immediately write about another strange dream I had. I have a spiral notebook tucked into a magazine rack next to the couch for just such an occasion.  I often wake up in the early hours of the morning. Instead of trying to fall back to sleep, I sit lotus style with a comforter wrapped around me. I breath in and out and invite the spirit to move me. I only invite those who God has appointed to me to be present. Good spirits are welcome.  I wait for words. It usually doesn't take long. Often the content comes from another place. I call this the Emerson effect.  I just listen and to write when the spirit speaks to me. In that moment, I am not the author, just the holder of the pen.  There is slso the funny side of life. And this can pop out nowhere. There is plenty of room on the page for that as well.  The kettle is whistling. I will be back.  Today the toc (te...

The first snow squall. Written or embellished by:  Dennis Deschamps  a song for  Family and friend Christmas 2025 On the first snow squall the town folks did say Watch how you’re driving stay out of my way The roads and streets were an icy sheet On a cold winters’ night of rain, snow and sleet Snow squall, snow squall, snow squall, snow squall A storm is coming it’s starting to fall They looked up and saw a car Stuck in the ditch he didn’t get too far And up the road at a green light Someone is texting stopping traffic in spite Snow squall, snow squall, snow squall, snow squall A warning is one thing But it didn’t turn out so well Snow squall, snow squall, snow squall, snow squall On the second snow squall it was the same as yesterday People still bitching, get out of my way The streets were littered with ice, snow and debris With abandon cars from a demolition derby Snow squall, snow squall, snow squall, snow squall A warning is one thing But it didn’t turn out so well

There's always a story to tell and people to tell it. Every story takes time to tell. There are generally two speeds to story telling: Fast and slow. An example of slow can be found in church. The priest reading the gospel decides to separate every sentence with the invention of new comas.  All good books including the bible are not published until it have been edited. Editing includes the proper punctuation. Sounds easy enough. Do you follow? And you could follow and read along with the priest but you'll never see those extra comas. Why? Because they are not there! Jesus didn't put it in, so why is this guy doing it! The priest was like Captain Kirk. The bridge is the pulpit. "And Jesus said, (pause)to his disciples (pause again)I will make (surprise, keep pausing)you fishers of men" Wow, he got up to four words. When the verbal waltz was over I heard two words. To be truthful, I heard two words and felt an elbow. The elbow was my mother and so were the words. W...

We bought a van and we did so for one reason: camping. Our first test would be at Jeremy's Bay Campground. Kejimkujik National park had many sites to choose from usually but because people were spending their hard earned money in Canada (boycotting America) we only had a few spots available. The van had stow n go seats so it gave us enough room for a couple roll out mattresses. Setting up camp was pretty simple a dinning tent a couple of chairs and a fire.  Luckily for us we were there a week before the fire ban. Things were great until it was time to sleep. There was a crying kid a few sites away who was always in trouble for something. His crying continued into the wee hours of the morning. I finally locked the doors and fell asleep. Then it was tinkle time. As I opened the door the ani-theft alarm started to blare and I couldn't turn the darn thing off. After a few minutes of frustration and yes, cussing, I got it to stop not before waking up the entire camp.   I try t...

 High school was in the rear view mirror of life. I was looking toward the future. There where a few bugs splattered to the windshield but I could see enough to get down the road. The journey was a painfully one, mentally and physically but I learned to grow while growing. That's the way it usually works. I had grown a foot in a little over a year. Puberty was delayed and the embarrassment of being a hairless adult made it hard for me to be intimate with anyone. I didn't know what urges where until the hormones kicked in. Still I loathed my hairless body. Today I am a sixty-six year old walking sasquatch.  Be careful what you wish for, I guess. Having no desire to fornicate, I decided to investigate a celibate life.  Every catholic family had at least one child destined for secular or religious life.  That child was me.  My spiritual advisor and local priest Father Janise, help me with my spiritual journey. A journey that took me to Saint Peter's Seminary in Lon...

I'm finishing up some edits on my first book. "Life on the lane" might be a working title. The story about small boy who finally grows up and the potholed one lane where it all started.  Now that I have grown up I have more stories to tell and more roads to talk about. I want to thank you all for liking my blog posts. You are my inspiration. I plan to share a new story weekly and some sidebars along the way including pictures from my travels, my morning meditation thoughts and maybe song or two. Thanks for traveling... #OnTheRoadWithDennyD