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October 22, 2020

VIVID 2020 Online Gathering!

I am preparing for and so fortunate to be one of many women leaders at the VIVID 2020 7-day online creative gathering! This is a unique event in which over 100 women will engaging together in the LEGEND Mystic painting process and personal and collective rites of passage of our own conscious design.

In my personal view, this is going to be the best thing about 2020 for me, and I am inviting all you women I know and love to join me. It’s a you-will-never-ever-regret-saying-yet-to-this kinda of thing. You know I only share what I truly believe is ...

October 7, 2020

the wetiko within

I don’t have the desire to be loud. To lead any charges. To rally or to bolster. To cheer up or to sober. I have had pain for this world and with this world in the pit of my stomach…twisting and burning…for as long as I can remember. I’ve missed a lot of parties because I couldn’t get down from the treetops – on lookout duty. And I couldn’t stop fretting as I watched the Wetiko devouring and devouring, getting closer and closer, eating our life support systems, burning sacred agreements, while we danced to the tune of ...

October 2, 2020

tracking the colonizer

What does it take to be a colonizer? 

To do the things, to cause the harms, to reap the destruction that Colonization has wrought? 

What does it take? Do you know? 

Do you feel separate from it? Do you feel it is hard to understand what could drive this dense force? 

This age-old Wetiko that continuously devours? And Devours. And Devours. 

Let’s try and track it. Find it. Look at it. 

So it will not live unconsciously inside. 

I ask again…

What does it take to be a colonizer? 

Let’s start with the dictionary definition. 

(The English dictionary definition.) 

verb

(of a country or its citizens) send a group of settlers ...

September 30, 2020

don’t blame your Mother

I find it curious when people say things like ‘Mother earth is angry!’ to describe what is happening across the globe today. I have challenges with the Mother Earth idea in and of itself, only because we are living in an extremely patriarchal and misogynistic time and calling the Earth ‘Mother’ feels dangerous to me for that reason –  although there is so much metaphorical connection to Earth as Mother. 

But to say ‘Mother Earth is angry’, or ‘She’s fighting back!’ or other expressions, translates to me as a strange conflation or deflection from the very significant truth at the ...

September 30, 2020

a moment for grief

Every day now, I wake up, and I feel it – grief. It is not a grief conjured up solely from my own personal losses. Although those have a part to play. It is a different grief. It is a lingering, low-lying, non-distinct grief. It is a grief that hovers, mixed with concern, with worry, with desire, with longing. A grief for something lost, or dying, or calling out for my attention, that feels like it is going to perish because there is no way for me to reach it. It is like a baby constantly crying somewhere in ...

April 2, 2018

how we heal

I took a painting class this weekend that was focused on healing through the intentional creativity framework. The class was aptly named Apothecary – Turning Tragedies to Remedies. A beautiful and inviting call for someone such as myself who has suffered a fair share of tragedies in life. Some small and perhaps unnoticeable to those on the outside. Some monumental, bigger than I thought I could handle, that have left scars which flare up from time to time.

Moving through the creation process led by two artists I so admire and respect, I felt a deep sense of safety and ...

October 2, 2020

autumn jazz

I hear the murmuring
of autumn’s song
it is jazz
it is minor notes
some dissonance
a beat you want to follow
free fall
let go of it all
like the leaves do
It is the
‘start again’
the school year
sharpened pencil
clean slate

October 19, 2017

I being so near

The storm has passed
through me.
I being
so near the ocean
am subject to feeling
abysmal
the heavy body
of dark water
memories of
the whole
bewildered Earth
sunken in

I being
so near the river
am subject to
torrents
disturbing
the comfortable shores
of my diseases
turbidity of thought
carried away
no capacity
no resistance.

I being
so near the forest
am subject to
darkness and inquest
secret burials and
dislocated bones
the shadowy clues
of what happened
(I don’t remember…)

I being
so near the edge
of myself
am subject to
vertigo and
retraction
angry outbursts
haphazardly aimed
at ...

October 12, 2017

she leapt

The spider drops
leaping
from point to point
partnering with air
each string a
possibility
a foundation
endeavouring
through repeated
uncertain
free falls
to build her
tiny bridges
of return
from here to there
a jumble of silk
random and chaotic
becomes a brilliant
framework
most courageously laid
risks taken
reveal themselves
to be
indispensable pathways
of unfolding
and she,
through careful weaving,
joins every line of silk
every choice she made
into the
hard-won substance
of her masterpiece.

She leapt
(again and again
and again)
and the net
appeared.

 

October 5, 2017

half mast

Lately
my flag is always flying
at half mast
Don’t draw me up
until the world
is right
and whole.
Don’t draw me up
until the wind blows
kindness
Don’t draw me up
until death
is only beautiful
Don’t draw me up.
I am down here
Praying.