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.

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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…

Questions for Ancestors

    At the end of every school year, there is a twinge of bittersweet joy that rises up in my heart. Through my work as an artist-educator, I have the privilege and honour to witness students explore the creative process and share their artistic projects and ideas.  This year, I encouraged students to explore…

Late Summer Lessons

    August. A month of transition. A month of humid, hazy days, late night thunderstorms,  and the whisper of autumn around the corner. We’re soaking up every ounce of sunlight we can– dipping our warm bodies into cool lakes and sparkling pools, fanning ourselves on our decks and porches, filling and refilling glasses of…

Letting Go in June

  When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere. -D. H. Lawrence Earlier this week, I had to say goodbye to my childhood home. We packed boxes of precious books, piled our car with pillows, wrapped heirlooms and crystals, and left some things behind– including our lovely garden. It’s been difficult…

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…

The Ghazal Project: Week Three & Four

The Ghazal Project: Week Three & Four The Ghazal Project, my ambitious write-one-ghazal-a-week project, was going quite well until the third week. I found out that one of my first poetry mentors, Rishma Dunlop, passed away, and I couldn’t bring myself to write a ghazal. I tried, but the words didn’t hold the weight that…

The Ghazal Project: Week Two

  This week’s prompt was  “What does spring taste like”, and wow, did I get some delicious responses! From ‘black coffee’ to ‘ ice melting into a mountain stream’, the poetic possibilities were endless. And yet, I had to pick only one.   Lemon, mint and ginger.  Healing that stings and soothes. It reminds me of…

The Ghazal Project: Week One

  Well, this was a challenging one folks, seeing as how it’s been snowing on and off this week, and my ghazal  prompts are all about….spring. My first prompt was a question, “If spring had a colour, it would be…” (Feel free to use this prompt for a writing exercise/journal prompt) I had some unique,…

Alliterating in April

  New beginnings, fresh sheets of paper, unused ink, words yet to be written, seeds waiting to be scattered, blooms in the heart. National Poetry Month is a month for poets to come out of hiding— out of stuffy libraries, out of book-riddled bedrooms, out of tiny offices.  It’s when we gather over cups of…

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…