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…

Manifesting in May

National Poetry Month was a busy one– filled with writing workshops, performances, collaborations, and new poems.  In my workshop, “Road Maps to the Heart”  I encouraged participants to explore the terrain of their own hearts, and they created their own (stunning!) heart maps.  I also spent quite a bit of time working on ghazals for The…

Magic Returns in March

  As I write this, I’m laughing at the fact that there is an impending snowstorm on the horizon. March is a month that houses the first day of spring and the last snowstorm of the year.  There’s alchemy in that. Magic, even. The magic of transformation. The magic of possibility, and as someone very…

When does your heart feel full?

  “Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.” -Mary Oliver When February rolls around, candy hearts and chocolate boxes come to mind. Romantic love is celebrated, commercially, of course, but it doesn’t give way for loving ourselves. In fact, the pressure of the holiday can be so immense that some people end up feeling unloved. I…

Flourishing in February

Dear Friends, Wow. Time is passing by quickly isn’t it? With further arts education training and the commencement of my work as a Mentor-Artist for Royal Conservatory’s Digital Media Arts program, January was busier than I had expected. I was also lucky enough to be featured in the Globe and Mail for ‘Hogtown Stories”. I was interviewed about…

July Reflections

  “Your broken heart is your greatest asset”- Paula Wing  Breaking open was certainly my theme for June– I had to break my heart open to fill it to the brim with gratitude and a renewed sense of purpose. Taking part in the Royal Conservatory’s Level III: Artist-Educator Course was an incredibly rewarding and challenging…

Winged Hearts

When I was a little girl, I used to sit in the playground and collect gravel pebbles, twigs and wingnuts. There was something so alluring about collecting objects from nature- things that people wouldn’t even look at twice.  But for me, finding a sparkling pink pebble was like discovering gold.  I kept my pebbles in…