I was born in 1962, the TV and Space Age.
My Mom’s father Dr. Harold Welsh was a caring, country doctor and an elected member of the Legislative Assembly of Ontario.
My great uncle Tom Loudon was a sports enthusiast and coached Olympic teams for the U. of T. in 1924 and 1928.
My great aunt Nora was a librarian in Cleveland. And my aunt Norah (another Norah) was a publicist for Macmillan Publishers.
My Dad was the Dean of Business at Ryerson University and my Mom raised 5 kids and worked part-time at Black Cameras. They met at the University of Toronto where they both graduated—my Dad in Civil Engineering and my Mom with an Hon. B.A., (emphasis in English, German, French and Spanish).
Baptized as an Anglican, I didn’t think much about God or spiritual beings as a kid. Summers were spent at Go-Home Bay and winter weekends at Craigleith Ski Club.
Like Sigmund Freud, I saw the biblical God as a projection. And like many people, I naïvely believed that science had a monopoly on truth.
Graduating from the old NTCI, my beliefs began to change.
I also bought several bookshelves of reference books from remaindered and secondhand bookstores. This was before Wikipedia and I just wanted to know everything.
In the early 90s, I was drawn to Catholicism. I converted in 2001 and explored both priestly and monastic vocations. But soon after I realized that neither was a good fit, and the many issues making the news came into sharper focus.
Other interests are guitar, piano, songwriting, music listening and production, sci-fi, photography, news, media, books, TV binge-watching, and cycling. I’m also writing an autobiography thru music called Reelin’ in the Years.
My primary focus, however, is God, whom I understand as wholly other but immanent.
MC — July 20, 2018