Friday, November 21, 2014


I love taking photos and any opportunity i get i take a picture. This day was no exception. At our office we have a magnificent view however to my horror (that’s me being dramatic-queue the music) it is marred by glass that prevents me from taking a great photo without my reflection showing up in it. Today however no such barrier exists as i found a window without a glass or mesh blockage and what do i do, yep, I took pictures, granted i would have preferred to use my DSLR camera but my compact will do in a pinch. I got high noon shots and evening/night shots of the same landscape. Click on the photo for larger view. Don’t worry it won’t move you from this page rather it will open in its own page.



View from South view onto the Lake in Toronto near College & Bathurst SAM_5532
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photos by D.S.B.S.Rhapsody© Scene landscape Toronto facing south toward lake from Bathurst/College

Tuesday, November 11, 2014


We as individual persons tend to think that what we do, how we do it, what we say, how we say it and the choices we make as individuals to govern our lives only impacts us. That the implicit decisions intended to focus, elevate and better our personal lives is no body’s business but our own. The singular acts of personal choice with a sole agenda to impact one, the self, the “I”. Lovely notion isn’t it and while it is true it is equally untrue. The truth, there is a ripple effect to the choices we make.

There ripple effect intention or not is a natural phenomenon (consequence) of choice. It is so because we do not live on this planet by ourselves, we are not an Island unto ourselves hence what we do, what we say, how we act, the choices we make has an impact.

The impact starts with our inner circles, the ones we hold closest, the ones we loved dearly and it ripples out as we interact with each other because we are all connected. The degree of impact will vary depending on our degrees of separations. We may feel a murmur, some may feel a buzz, a tingle, a tremor, others a deep shaking of the equilibrium. The point is we all feel it. 

Yesterday was such a day for me. I felt the ripple effect, for me a murmuring. Though I don’t know the faces, the persons behind the choices and I am likely never to know, I felt the ripple effect. I was caught up in its maelstrom as were many others.  

I was on my way home from work. 6:00 pm, I boarded the bus to the subway and boarded the subway to my home destination. On the train I sat back sipping on my drink and eating a chicken patty before diving enthusiastically into my 26 volume of Christine Feehan’s Dark Series “Dark Blood” when an announcement came over the P.A. system.

“Attention all passengers due to a personal injury on track level at the Yonge/University line, we will be bypassing St. George Subway. If you need to transfer to the Yonge/University line you can do so at Spadina or Yonge.”

I thought, ‘no biggie, that doesn’t affect me since am going way pass St. George and I don’t need the Yonge/University line.’  We reached and passed Yonge on our way to Sherbourne when the P.A. system crackled again and another announcement was made.

“Attention passengers of the Bloor/Danforth line, due to the personal injury at Pape Subway, this train will be stopping at Broadview. All passengers must leave the train. Shuttle buses will be waiting to take you to Woodbine subway for those wishing to go further East.”

TTC TRAINNow this definitely impacts me as I am travelling the Bloor/Danforth line. I thought, hmmm, ok, this will be a nightmare because trains are bailing people out at Broadview, it will be pandemonium, pushing, shoving etc. I stood back like a tourist watching the crowd.

subway-crowdHoards of people like bees swamped the stairways and escalators. The platform at Broadview  was packed and shuttle buses were yet to be dispatched. I had no intension of staying in that mess. Being familiar with the area I strategized alternatives. I boarded the Broadview streetcar to Gerrard & Broadview where I intended to board the streetcar going to main station, then a bus home. As I sat on the streetcar I thought about what “personal injury” meant, it is code for suicide attempts-death by subway trains. It meant sadly that there were two jumpers, one on the Yonge/University line and one on the Bloor/Danforth line within hours of each other.  My heart went out to the families who at the time were  yet to be told and begin to deal with the impact of their loved ones decisions.

I got off at the intersection of Gerrard and Broadview and boarded the Carlton Street car going east to Main Subway Station. Ten minutes into the ride the streetcar driver announced,

“attention passengers, this streetcar will be short turning at Coxwell, if you wish to go further to Main Subway Station you will have to get off at Coxwell and wait for the other streetcar going to main.”

There were collective groans as many of the passengers like me came from subway and were using this alternate route.

“Oh for craps sakes,” I said loudly, “at this rate I’d be home by midnight.”

Everyone started to laugh. We all exited the streetcar at coxwell and waited for the other streetcar to arrive. The blessing in the storm, it was not an overly cold night.

7:15 I boarded the streetcar with my fingers crossed hoping it will be indeed going to Main Subway Station without any further delays. As we neared Main station the streetcar driver announce,

“the East/West (Bloor/Danforth) line is now running.”

Everyone cheered. At Main Station I decided to go back down to the subway as the bus schedule indicated another 20 minute wait before my bus arrived. I had no such patience, it was whittled away with the endless stops, bail outs and transfers. Down to the subway I went. The drive was smooth and uneventful. My bus was waiting at the platform when I arrived. I quickly boarded and arrived home safely, it was 8:20 pm.

It took 2 hours and 20 minutes for a normally 45 minute ride home. I was a little inconvenienced but safe. I thought to the two people who made the sad choice to end their lives and know for those closest to them the hurricane impact will be dynamically and powerfully heart wrenching. I experienced just a ripple, set backs in the form of delays and transfers. I had to endure (though minor) the wave of inconvenience, an indirect consequence of another’s choice.  

So you see, our choices, no matter how small has a ripple effect. This does not mean that we stop making choices. It simply means we ought to be become more mindful, more aware, more conscious of the choices we make for just as our choices impact others so does their choices impact us.

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Sunday, November 2, 2014


yuckHe walked slowly into the streetcar, umbrella folded and dripping as he shuffled his way to the special seating for seniors and the disabled. He rests his wet umbrella on the empty seat just in front of him. he adjust himself in his seat. He began to cough and then made a loud sound in the back of his throat and dragged phlegm forward spitting it on the floor in front of where he sat, some, a long phlegm coated spittle of hung from his lips refusing to leave without assistance. He uses two fingers from his right hand and pull it from his lips and flinging it in front of him.

Hmmmmm, Ugh ……………were the involuntary sound that came from my throat and lips as I closed my eyes, my face in a grimace. The memory clung. I shake my head trying to relieve myself of the visual.

“Filthy bastard,” I heard the man sitting beside me said. I looked at him and his face fixed in a grimace of disgust.

The rest of my ride I kept shaking my head to rid myself of the memory and soothe away yuck expression that was still on my face.

Observation – There are some things you simply don’t want to see.


baby yuck face just about said it all.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

6 Hunger has an emotion


Observation – Hunger has an emotion…wand of change

He walks into the bakery…a skateboard in his right hand, knapsack on his back. His left hand fisted. He asks, “how much is two spicy beef patties?”

The server responds, “$3.20 cents.”

He unclenches his left hand, takes a dismal breath and says to himself and replies, “I only have $2.00.” he looks longingly at the beef patties in the warming oven, a sad expression descending upon his features.

The server ….. “you can buy one.”

He didn’t reply, the silence stretches as he kept looking at the change in his left hand.

He seemed unaware of his eyes watering slightly.

“Give it to him. I will pay the difference.”

He raises his eyes to mind, the gratitude was overwhelming.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you so much, thank you,” he kept repeating as he takes the two beef patties and exits the door.

“You’re welcome, no worries.”

$1.20 is a small price to pay to curb someone’s hunger.

Hunger has an emotion, it transmits boldly, eloquently, and it is distinctively clear.

Sunday, October 19, 2014



Often we suffer in silence, muted, we are caged by fear, afraid of being judged, dismissed, ridiculed and laughed at. While we die in degrees, haemorrhaging, pretending all is well. Silence though golden can also be deadly. 

“Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.”Sigmund Freud

Humble You by Joseph MasilaThere is no one perfect way to healing and living life abundantly however truth is the key. The truth we must tell ourselves, the truth we must own on the journey to true healing.

We must be honest and  hold fast to personal integrity. I don’t claim to  have the “perfect” solution(s) to all of life’s ills . I do know however that bottling and suffocating on what distresses and pains us is certainly not the answer. It is toxic and it poisons us from the inside out saturating and debilitating our being finding an avenue of release with or without our consent.


We  express ourselves in ways that is freeing, productive, positive, nourishing, healing and life affirming while doing the work necessary for living life abundantly.  

Happiness is a choice. Choose to be happy.

D.S.B.S.Rhapsody© All rights reserved.

Art: Humble You by Joseph Masila

Monday, October 13, 2014


I baked today. Between studying, participating in an online study group for an upcoming presentation and preparing lunch I made bread-Whole-wheat, oatmeal, wheat germ bread.















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