Visions

Every once and awhile a vision passes by me, on the computer or otherwise, that immediately starts my mind burbling. This is one, by drone photographer Gabriel Scanu, who is apparently all of 20 and blessed with an excellent eye. This photo speaks to my wet-felting soul. I can see it evolving with tracings of…

Restless Legs cured?

Well, not the medical malady. More the moving all the time thing. My friends mock me for it, those who choose to stay put for years and years can't understand it, even the local landlords have taken to asking me prying questions about my moving history. It's true. Since I left my husband, I've moved…

Writing and photographing tears

Writing sorrow. Picturing those little droplets slipping from eyes, causing embarrassment or joy or shame or release... I hate crying. I've never learned to do it elegantly, with tissue carefully to nose, maybe some slight pinking of same. Nope. I look like I've been dragged down a mountainside backwards and face down after I cry…

Connecting to your inner gruntle

Grrrr. I am feeling distinctly disgruntled and I seriously need some gruntling. You know that feeling where you start to have hope, just a wee bit, that something in your life might develop into something interesting... and then it doesn't? Or you start looking out for new opportunities and fun... And can't find them? Or…

The joys of connecting to inspiration

Back when my kids were little, I homeschooled them for a year. It was a magical time for me as a parent. My middle son was just learning to read, and in the space of a few weeks he'd had that "aha!" phenomenon happen where suddenly the squiggles on the page became the story. The…

Serendipitous Connections

  I'm all grown up now, no kids to tow to rugby games or class performances , no parent-teacher lineups or other shared parental volunteer activities to set up friendships with other grown ups. It used to be easy to meet new folks - we were doing the same things at the same time, our kids…

Relax, and feel the cosmos breathing you…

Andrew Weil, MD, is a fellow who simply brims with good health and joy and gosh, even his beard seems almost rudely alive. He's a medical doctor with all sorts of additional training in naturopathy and yoga and non-western medical practices. I've read a few of his books in my time and he also seems…

I have seriously died and gone to heaven…

Oh my oh my oh my! Sometimes there is such joy living here in Halifax that I could seriously split my facial muscles smiling. Yes, it's all about the sea and the sand and the ships and the smell of the ocean and the fog and the skree of seagulls and all of that. But…

Loving music and dance

Tomorrow afternoon, I'm heading out to go dancing. There's a restaurant in Halifax, My Father's Moustache, that has a house band. Every Saturday, they play three hours of blues and dancing music. I've been once before, and was astonished to find that I could still dance, despite my MS, and that I loved it so…

Felting rocks and writing faith

A little break from countries today. The sun is shining bright against a bank of threatening grey clouds and that always puts me in a thoughtful mood. Plus I've been making things for Christmas. Felted things. There's something about changing the form of matter that appeals to me. Pottery, where you take mud and create…