Writing Myself Home

Writing Myself Home

I let my body relax and discover where imagination wants to travel today. It is warm outside, birds sing and I dream of a summer at home on the farm, with no where to go, no one to be and I can disappear into the creative process of my words. Letting go of all the...
Loving Inquiry – A Path of Awareness through Writing

Loving Inquiry – A Path of Awareness through Writing

Loving Inquiry is a practice that invites us to slow down and pay closer attention to our lives, by leading us on a journey of creative exploration and spiritual contemplation. Through Loving Inquiry, we cultivate and nurture an ongoing, moment to moment attention to...
Becoming a Compassionate Witness

Becoming a Compassionate Witness

This week I will be traveling with my husband from our home on Salt Spring Island to South East Asia, for our first visit to this intriguing place. After a few days in Bangkok, acclimatizing to our new environment, we will fly to the UNESCO heritage city of Hoi An in...
Listening to All That She Said

Listening to All That She Said

Our 4th Year show, and what a blast it was. There were several returning artists and a few inspiring new ones. This year we exhibited paintings, poetry, collage, multi-media installation and film. I showed some new work, what I call Abri Collage: I love the...
Art of the Slideshow

Art of the Slideshow

On Saturday evening April 1, I shared a slide show of my photographs along with other Salt Spring photographers at a show curated by Salt Spring photographer David Wisdom. I had never created a slideshow in the way David had asked of me. He suggested I choose a theme...
Celebrate Being a Woman who Creates

Celebrate Being a Woman who Creates

Happy International Women’s Day May all women everywhere know peace in their hearts, in their bodies, in their homes and in their communities.   May all women everywhere feel loved and...
Womb Poem

Womb Poem

                        There is a voice full of sound and fury wisdom resounding and yet I doubt, I fear I lose my way in the face of another   I forget the magic of my own miscommunication when patiently attended unfolds for me in meaning clearer than another’s...