Poetry lives on

All the poet can do today is warn. That is why true poets must be truthful. -Wilfried Owen What a month it has been. We may dedicate one month to celebrating poets and poetry, but for poets, as Mary Oliver puts it, “poetry is a way of life.” What does it mean for poetry to…

How to Jump

I ask myself: How did you get here? How, after all these years, have I found myself returning to the centre of a spiral that I thought was a straight path? How is it that my heart turns towards a particular sun, and reflects like the moon on water? How is it that I’ve stitched…

Cataloguing the Heart

There is nothing more magical than the dappled sunlight of a 50+ year old garden. When I visited Kenya in January, I catalogued the plants, flowers, trees and birds in the garden of my mother’s childhood home, and identified over 40 unique species and varieties. There is so much biodiversity in our little corner of…

Another year, another journey

When I was in school, I was the kid all the teachers described as “bright, has potential, but doesn’t apply herself.”  They looked at me in disbelief– they knew I was capable, but I chose to rebel, to fight, to resist, to choose NOT to do the work. I thought I had moved beyond this…

Recover

It’s very easy and sometimes preferred to pretend that we’re brave and fearless, especially in an instagrammable world that values perfect squares of perfect lives. There are no squares big enough to encompass this experience, this pain, this journey, this fear. I had the messy job of confronting my fear. Confront, not conquer.  I had to show up *while* being afraid.

Forest Dreams: New Music Video!

Here’s a magical look at my mandala-making process, and some of the locales and landscapes that have inspired my work thus far. The original track, “Forest Dreams” was produced by me (Sheniz Janmohamed) as well. Enjoy!      

Summer Magic

  The sorting of stones, the sun catching a glint, the piling of rocks that keep collapsing under the weight of each other, starting again, searching for more stones, people watching me at a safe distance, the final pebble placed, the sigh, the walking away. Summer magic is in capturing imperfect moments and finding their…

Return to Spring

Ah, March. This strange month of snowstorms and snowdrops. Days that look deceivingly warm.  Promises of spring. In winter,  I tend to close myself off and shut off from the world. I turn inward, and find comfort in little joys- whether it’s a cup of tea or a pair of warm socks.  This winter has…

Dreaming in January

January. A frigid winter evening, where the only respite is a glimmer of sunlight clinging to the horizon. A time to reflect, plan and reconnect. In some ways it feels exactly the same as it did a few days ago– when it was 2017. The wind is still bitterly cold, the ground is still heaped…

Standing on Ice

If there’s one thing October taught me, it’s that I may feel lonely, but I’m never alone. From wandering through unfamiliar woods in Lynn Canyon to hiking on a bed of litterfall in Algonquin Park,  nature has reminded me that I am not that important, and I am not unimportant either.  I am part of…

Embracing the Fall

The summer, while full of little joys, was also challenging.  In my August blog post, I reflected upon the idea of the “instagrammable” summer, versus the real experience of summer– which can often feel like we were failing at sucking out every sunshiny drop of the season. While this summer had wonderful highs , my…

Goodbye, FOMO

The general malaise of summer. Yes, malaise. There is a cloud hanging over the golden light of summer, a cloud heavy with expectation and inadequacy. How is it possible, one might say, to experience malaise in the summer? The expectation of having an action-packed, bbq-filled, skirt-flouncing summer, where everything is easy and full of joy,…