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 music 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...
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...
Becoming a Compassionate Witness

Becoming a Compassionate Witness

A few years ago my husband and I travelled 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 flew to the UNESCO heritage city of Hoi An, in South...
Reflecting on the Year with Love

Reflecting on the Year with Love

It’s a special time of year: twinkling lights, harmonies of holiday music and the cultural delicacies we have waited for all year-long. A unique time to pause and be grateful for just this breath, this moment’s presence, the gift of this life with its...
This Listening Gift

This Listening Gift

I I love to listen to birds and images, as much as to people. There are many ways I love to listen:    I listen with my eyes… and my imagination…  I listen to colours…  and to shadows… and to black and white…  Perhaps it is my favourite gift, this...
What Friends and Family Are For

What Friends and Family Are For

  Finally home after almost three weeks away on a gorgeous holiday with family and friends. How grateful I feel to be able to travel to see those I love and to spend time with them, making new memories and seeing the world through their eyes. One of the most vital...
Cultivating Courage and Compassion in Transition

Cultivating Courage and Compassion in Transition

  In March, I was invited to UBC to participate in a panel on “Jobs Outside Academia” for students in the faculty of education. A friend and colleague, Heather Duff, suggested to the organizing committee that I be a part of the conversation because of the...
Finding Resiliency and Refuge through Calling in our Lifelines

Finding Resiliency and Refuge through Calling in our Lifelines

  I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s...
Cleaning Up The Mess With Mindfulness

Cleaning Up The Mess With Mindfulness

  A delicious sunny Sunday morning of breakfast and snuggling with my lover. Then the weekly rituals of cleaning: Accompanied by the ethereal electronic beats of British musician Imogen Heap, I scrubbed the tub, toilet bowl and sink, wiped down the ceiling and the...
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...
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...
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...
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...
The Gift of This Moment

The Gift of This Moment

There are days that feel like gifts. A bright sun streams through the kitchen window. Your lover touches you just where you want to be touched. You get a call from a dear friend and breathe deeper after the intimate conversation. Your radio show goes well and you feel...
Seven Questions to Ask Yourself

Seven Questions to Ask Yourself

The winter on our island is dull and dreary. Grey is the colour of the season, unless the snowgods deliver their gifts, as they did last night. Many Salt Springers flee to the sunshine. Not me. I enjoy staying put in front of the fire with a mug of hot tea and a cozy...
Finding Our Way to Work

Finding Our Way to Work

A few weeks ago I had a dream. In it a young girl was showing me a series of books I had written, all of which were about healing by reframing my experience through art. I was amazed and delighted when I awoke and remembered it. Another message from my unconscious...