Ten Things I have Learned About Intimacy

Ten Things I have Learned About Intimacy

  1. Intimacy begins with yourself and the way you see and feel the world. You can be intimate with your own fear, sorrow or pain, with a friend during a conversation, or in contemplation with nature 2. Intimacy isn’t only available within a long-term committed...
Good Things Come in Threes

Good Things Come in Threes

In honour of the Gate of Interconnection here are three poems from my CD Love is Like This, three photos by Salt Spring photographer Shari Macdonald and three quotes by French feminist philosopher Luce Irigaray that speak to how we are inextricably linked one to...
We need each other to Flourish

We need each other to Flourish

This week’s post is a favourite passage from Nancy Houston’s exquisite novel An Adoration, in which the character Fiona says: Mama claims that people can’t exist in and of themselves, they’re a patchwork of everything they’ve seen and done, their heads are teeming...
Listen to Your Joy

Listen to Your Joy

One thing is certain, and I have always known it—the joys of my life have nothing to do with age.     May Sarton This coming Tuesday I will turn…wait for it….okay….here it comes…..45. Yes! The middle of my 40’s is here. I have to admit, I have loved every second of...
Life Unlike We Have Known It

Life Unlike We Have Known It

As I sit here and work on this new blog post, I hear the rain drip drip outside the windows of my studio. Apang (actually a raw ache) in my heart pulls me back to the email I read from avaaz.org earlier this morning about the Syrian government’s crackdown on the Arab...
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...
Birds of Compassion

Birds of Compassion

 As I let my heart open and close, open and close, I learn to take a risk, to let go of what I thought was true, to see things in a different way. I become the beginner again, the student again, the child again; the one who loves and loves and never stops loving....
Reflections on The Sea

Reflections on The Sea

There is an intimacy here that includes you.     David Abram My partner and I spent 5 days in Tofino over the holidays, on the rugged West Coast of Vancouver Island. We stayed at a beautiful seaside  lodge and spent our days walking, reading, writing, eating and...
The Paradox of Loving Ourselves

The Paradox of Loving Ourselves

  Sun in my eyes, the creek murmuring in the garden outside my studio. Many days, and nights of rain have assured its steady ebullient flow. I open the window slightly so I can hear it. Let the cool air visit the warm space. Then comes raven’s guttural cry; Jetplane’s...
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,...
A Wardrobe of Stories

A Wardrobe of Stories

Montreal circa 1971 I recently started to consider, since finishing my PhD, what it would be like to commit to a completely different kind of writing project. I have always wanted to write a memoir. Reading the advice from writing teacher Natalie Goldberg, in her book...
The Lost Art of Presence

The Lost Art of Presence

In response to a post on a LinkedIn group for storytelling organizations, I retrieved this story I had written about getting lost on my first day as a PhD student, as I was on my way to my first class in Performative Inquiry.  I have juxtaposed images from the last...
Joy of Budding

Joy of Budding

A few weeks ago the doctor told me I am completely healthy, good news that stemmed from all those tests I took last month having come back normal. He also let me know that I am post-menopausal i.e. my ovaries have shut down and I am no longer capable of conceiving.  I...
Seeing Clearly Now

Seeing Clearly Now

When I was a child I started the habit of picking the cuticles around my fingers. My mother used to ask me to stop; she could hear the picking as we sat on the couch in the basement and watched TV. Try as I might, the picking continued, despite her desire for me to...
How I Walk With Love

How I Walk With Love

As I sit here in my studio and write these words, sun pokes its head over my shoulder, wondering what exactly I am writing about. Creek also wonders, its murmuring, a fierce and steady reminder of my need to listen. I perk up my ears, curious about what this days...
For The Joy of It

For The Joy of It

These photos were taken by my friend Karen Love at my poetry CD launch in the beginning of December. The beautiful felted scarf I am wearing was woven by another friend Jaime Marie Murdoch. I took to the stage after my two co-presenters, Chris Smart and Rowan Percy...
Love is Light

Love is Light

I am writing on the eve of the third day of Chanukah, the Jewish festival that celebrates the victory of light over darkness. According to the story, more than twenty-one centuries ago, Israel was ruled by the Syrian-Greeks, who sought to forcefully convert the people...
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...