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...
A Path of Awareness through Words

A Path of Awareness through Words

Loving Inquiry is a practice that invites us on a journey of creative exploration and spiritual contemplation. As we reflect on our thoughts, feelings, memories, dreams, desires, challenges and creative visions, in words, we learn about who we are and what matters to...
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...
All That She Said

All That She Said

This year was the 4th annual women’s art show at Artspring. There were several returning artists and a few inspiring new ones. This year we exhibited paintings, poetry, collage, multi-media installation and film. After showing photographs last year, I showed...
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...
Woman as Creator

Woman as Creator

As a collage artist, I often use fashion magazines, amongst others, as media for expression, elaboration, and embrace. Yes, I love fashion. I cherish how colours and patterns in my wardrobe allow me to transform my mood or celebrate features of the world I love; how...
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...