Finding Peace on the Dance Floor

Finding Peace on the Dance Floor

Dancing alone in my studio this morning to the delicious melodies of my favourite Deezer playlist, how good it felt to move. When I dance, I not only move my physical being, I move to the inner rhythms of emotions, sensations, pieces of information gathered in recent...
Two Delicious Creative Collaborations

Two Delicious Creative Collaborations

Painting by Christie Oades It was a day full of delicious creative, collaborative meetings. The first with my writing sisters, with whom I am co-authoring a book called Women Writing Alone Together. We have been meeting like this for over 5 years, writing and reading...
Join us for the 3rd Annual Pieces of Her Story Art Exhibit

Join us for the 3rd Annual Pieces of Her Story Art Exhibit

Join us for the 3rd Annual Art Exhibit by students and alumni of A Year to Love.  Explore the creative process of ten Island women: Adele Storm, Linda Underwood, Selena Barwin, Norma Hoeppner, Helen Hinchliff, Sam Barlow, Charlene Wolff, Jane Mackenzie, Premilla...
Strong on the Inside —Writing Alone Together at School

Strong on the Inside —Writing Alone Together at School

Welcome to Strong On the Inside, a project funded by the BC Arts Council through the ArtStarts in Schools program, SD 64, and Opus Art Supplies, Victoria. Aertist-facilitators Ahava Shira and Sam Barlow meet with a group of students weekly at the high school. During...
Discovering your Inner Creative Child

Discovering your Inner Creative Child

She is young and very ancient. She lives on the border between naiveté and wonder. She craves blessings, being, becomings. She is internal, eternal. She lets her curiosity flow. Her non-judgement is a vista of peace. She listens to the knowing within her unknowing....
Love is Like This Video

Love is Like This Video

Love is Like This is 20 tracks of poetry from the heart. Here’s the video poem for track 18 – Clouds & Mozart. Love is Like This evokes the dance of relationship. From the intimacy of first crush to sweet and sour memories of kisses, the joy of conjugal seduction...
Poetry as Inner Guidance

Poetry as Inner Guidance

  Poetry has been a tool for me to slow down, reflect on my experience, recognize and honour the fears and discover new ways of being with myself and others. It has helped me to develop trust in my creative process.   Space   One arm twisted behind my back stopping...
Today is a Child of Wonder

Today is a Child of Wonder

Today is a child full of wonder a radiating light   Today reaches out to you asks for your hand a kiss on its forehead clings to the hem of your heart and expects you will be there over and over despite the hours you already played read, danced in the garden Today...
The Journey to Freedom Begins With These Words

The Journey to Freedom Begins With These Words

   I give births. I enjoy giving births. Helene Cixous Everything is alive now. Spring brings permission to begin, again.   A fresh perspective, as if we could be virgin, (re)newed.   This past weekend saw me fulfill a dream, long ago hatched. A dream begun inwhen I...
How to Play Attention*

How to Play Attention*

  Act 1. first sounds first words: pick a direction, any direction you could have any man you want you have to struggle why can’t you just choose one thing and stick with it   Act 2. I need a drink a job a bag of chips a lover a second to breathe to think my own...
Be a Dancing Fool

Be a Dancing Fool

  Dance the dance of a fool Become what you become without a thought of what you could have been   Be the fool, dancing your body the present unfolding before your eyes a moving picture of a paradise your body the paint as you explore your many colours on canvas  ...
Allowing Creative Abandon

Allowing Creative Abandon

It is up to the writer to recognize everything that happens to her as gift, to love each thing that comes under the eye’s contemplation, inner and outer. Jane Hirshfield I choose an angel card out of a beautiful tan basket, brought home over 20 years ago after a...
This Startling Cornucopia

This Startling Cornucopia

  As I sit in  my studio and write, the apples fall. I listen to each soft thud as one-by-one, they land on the ground. Over and over this staccato symphony of release. On my deck, and around the tree, hundreds of shiny marbles, a field of plenty. In the loft I cook...
Writing and Loving Inquiry

Writing and Loving Inquiry

  Whichever way we look into the nature of inquiry, we find that it has to be open. When you inquire into something, you are opening it up, you are revealing it. So the very nature of inquiry is a process of opening up; and what you open up are boundaries, limits,...
Its My Turn

Its My Turn

Last week I received this exquisite handmade journal in the mail. I  was on my way into the garden to do some weeding when my farm-mate brought it over to my studio. I had to take off my purple gloves to undo the white paper packaging it had been mailed in. The...
Bridge of Dreams

Bridge of Dreams

Remembering why I came here, why I dream Sea moves constantly clouds shift light enters through rifts what appears still shivers, sways Remembering how I love myself such simple joy this eddying with language   why horizons of possibility how words release restructure...
A Hand Full of Water

A Hand Full of Water

life with its unnecessary (unceasing) expectations find a spot to    rest write whatever       comes from presence, memory hold gently as if the soul has already leapt trying not to fail falling any way not so fast and all over labyrinthine  tree  language mosaic...
Moonsnail & Other Metaphors

Moonsnail & Other Metaphors

  As we gear up toward beginning our journey together, I wanted to share an event that happened last week. Last Monday I gave a talk to a group of retired women called the High Nooners, who meet twice a month on Salt Spring to share lunch, conversation, and to listen...
Love is Like This

Love is Like This

I wrote this about a week ago, and felt afraid to share it, so vulnerable and honest. But then a friend sent me an email with such beauty and honesty, and it sparked an idea that I wrote about yesterday, which I will send out in my blog tomorrow. And my dharma teacher...
Market Time

Market Time

My farm-mate and I went to the market to sell our garden’s bounty potatoes, raspberries, Rainier cherries and two kinds of pesto garlic scape & kale almond both our own recipes One woman said it was the best pesto she’s ever had!! We’re there most Tuesdays in the...