Happy Solstice
As I lean into this Winter Solstice, I realize my dreams, my meditations now take me ever deeper. It seems right and easier to sink below the miasma and din, to a layer beneath, in...
aiming to refit into service.. the well-loved and broken.. using beautiful patches
As I lean into this Winter Solstice, I realize my dreams, my meditations now take me ever deeper. It seems right and easier to sink below the miasma and din, to a layer beneath, in...
Today, as in these past weeks, I am working on myself. Today I am working on Receiving. It feels shameful to me, sometimes, that I myself, in the midst of so much privilege, that I...
My introduction to Kiya Tabassian’s ensemble, Constantinople, was from watching this amazing performance on video several years ago. From many accounts since, this very performance was magical with the “marriage” of the Montreal-based Constantinople with...
When cracked wide open, everything spills out An endless flowingness of pictures, mementos, vignettes, feelings The past is in crumpled pages on the floor, and yet New life emerges, and the violet needs watering Attempts...
Slowly. Very slow morning today. Grateful. Taking time to slowly savour a few pages of Mary Oliver, so many beautiful words, images, feelings. Topping the list I think, is this line in her poem, Wild...