Novembers Child

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She remembered the day they planted the shard, and waited through seasons of rain that fell hard. While time moaned on by, like time only does when seeking a memory in the forever that was. Nostalgia a cage, a lonely old tune by neglected pianos in otherwise empty rooms.

 

Tunnels, Trainsmoke and Treehouses – Jeff Andrew’s release party

First I napped in search of my fading voice. Followed my breath through dreams hoping my lost falsetto would be found. Instead it stayed gobbled up by a cough but I went to The Railway Club well rested. I was quoted by a friend for musing loudly on mic that
“I feel like you will all find my flaws to be charming; you must all be artists.”
Ms. Jhayne deemed it the quote of the night and so I trust that it made my raspy, cough eaten voice more charming, somehow.

Jeff Andrew released his new EP!

And then High Society delivered on sass and dance floor absurdity!

 It was a good way to spend a Wednesday night. Truly.

Lifting Space

When she instructs me to lift my ribs & feel the expansiveness of the inner body I can’t help but imagine the ocean mingling w/ the universe. I can’t help but see orcas in starlight, each rib and vertebrae a constellation. Each breath poised for the realization of our interconnectedness and the nuance of the space between.

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deep sigh and levity, this heart booms

An Age of Grace

She moves at once with the fog. Rolling in off the ocean, her white hair like the wake of her hearts tides, swirling before her breath. I see her between concrete and green grass. Always graceful. Always warming to the touch of our eyes; and I can only hope my own tides turn so truly while the planets spin.

Describe the Weight

The bus is not your living room. There are strangers here who want to be submerged in their own dramas. Yours are loud and one sided. Poorly edited with too much of a slant. Yet I hear it, your voice holds the pain that your heart wants not to hide. No amount of dirty talking on your satellite device surrounded by strangers can hide that. Try telling her how you feel. Describe the expansion of your nerves. Describe the pumping of your blood. Describe the creases in your heart. Describe the weight that’s falling from your tongue.

Falling Favourites

My favorite season has begun and it is not disappointing in any capacity. The brisk sunny days, the invitations to entertain the muse over tea, the shedding of dying attachment, the confetti and tears of natures celebratory heart, the sweet scheme of color that warms even in the cold, the apples, the pumpkins, the cozy woolen wears!

Seasonal shift…

Today I felt the first cool breath of autumn on a breeze over my bare shoulders. It sent my heart a flutter and I knew it then for certain; I love you, Summer, but it’s your dark and moody sister, Autumn, that truly has my heart.

Tiny Lights Festival

Tiny Lights Festival in Ymir, BC started the summer off so beautifully that it truly feels like an endless summer. The festival happens on the second weekend of June in a small town in the Kootenays and is without a doubt a special and inspiring time. Here are some quick snippets of sights witnessed at one of my favorite festivals in Canada.

Christa Couture sings true and open.

Ymir Hotel proprietor mixing our chosen poisons.

Rosie Delight graces the Adult Stage.

Mind of a Snail!