We all hope. Dream. Reach for the stars and fall mercilessly back to the earth. With a thud. The experience of the difference between what we thought would be, what is and what we dare or despair to think might be, is what I call a soul rift. This site is dedicated to publishing a bunch of my poems, word pictures, writing excerpts and whatever else unfolds of what I think, feel and learn from my own soul rifts. Tread warily here. My soul is bare. Cryptic, enigmatic, but undeniably bare.
I'm Stuart McDonald. I wander this earth oftentimes dreaming, despairing, and sometimes both at once. I hope and I ache. I yearn and I spurn the thought of believing when all I can do is believe. I laugh with joy at my children and I hope for a brighter day with my wife. I cringe from human contact and yet I yearn to be part of a social fabric that is vivid, many textured and colourful. I love my family, I love life, I love friends and I love learning. I feel so fulfilled when I can communicate and facilitate the movement of a soul from here to there. I crave to see others have dreams and am driven to help facilitate the realisation of those dreams - I am a dreamweaver. I am a storyteller. I am a liver of stories and a listener to stories. I am the man you sat next to on the bus that day and the person you saw walking down the street. I am a seeker of truth and questioner of what is. I have failed and will do so time and time again. I get up again. I am a believer in the thrice holy God and like him, because of him, I will willingly gaze upon another's soul rift and listen to its songs and laments. I am, in short, human.