In the spring of 2019 I completed a 2.5 year Masters Program in Community Music. I used arts based research to examine the transformative effect of this program on my perception and use of arts in community – its value, effectiveness, resonance. I gained a new level of appreciation for the telling of story in times of change, and wrote an allegorical story called “Seven Swans, Seven Rooms”, which I hope will be published in 2020.
The taste of anxiety on my tongue over the Canadian election has been an undeniable distraction. How can there be so many voting humans in this immense and beautiful country who deny the urgency of climate change? I’ve been watching the polls, stuck in bafflement, for weeks now. EVERYONE I speak to on the street … More Come on, Canada.
My list of Canadian election complaints reads like the slow, bewildering spread of a very bad virus. I can’t and won’t publish it here, since I have the strongest feeling that vitriol just plays into the hands of the bully boys in blue and their henchmen. Instead, I will adult. Never have I been more … More The bully boys want my vitriol
One of the life skills required of me as an artist & performer is good facility at writing my own bio, in 50 words, 100, 500. I’ve come to understand that this is important and useful to everyone concerned, since I’m the only one who knows everything about where I’ve been, how I got here, … More 50 word bio
…asks the Tree of my human self as I walk round and round in circles on the forest floor. Mother Mary in the sky full of all kinds of weather, what a time. I want eye contact, good humour, respect and trust, even in the absence of understanding, Willingness to move forward, together into the … More What do you Want?
revolve. One cupboard cleared, one old pine chest emptied, two rooms of six reconfigured. Three boxes of books off my shelves and into the car for passing forward, a trunk full of clothing for VV. Winter wear rediscovered, pared down, and stowed in one kist, guest blankets in the other. I now have a better … More Revolution
We’re at full stop on westbound 401 and collector lanes, just before the Wilson exit. It’s been an hour of this, and I’ve been watching the construction truck inch it’s way across the gridlock for the past twenty minutes. The truck has a huge arrow on the back of it, pointing right. Rush hour folk … More Sunlight through leaves
I’m glad July 2019 has happened, and I’m just as glad it is done. Feels like I put in five or more hours every night in heavy emotional weight-training at the “Know Thyself” YWCA. Felt like I’d be there forever, grunting & whimpering through gut crunches, then woke up this morning with a clear head, … More Trouble the Beauty
