Pathways

…while laying reclaimed bricks for a path to our century old farm house I had an Epiphany. So many of my projects are shaped by a path or line that defines a space or leads to another set of circumstances. Struggling with a wagon load of old bricks across a newly graded driveway topped with sand, for a moment I stepped outside of myself and saw this 60 plus year old women determined to lay yet another huge section of bricks.I thrive on a satisfaction of completion, even if only a portion of the over all job is done. I push myself to conquer a section.

And then with sweat and grim I saw myself for more than the physical effort it was taking. I saw the path. Then I looked up and saw the bark chip path I had created several months ago that  gently curve past the horse barn, past the 75 year old apple tree, rising and then out of site as it rounded a 10 foot high stump that is now buried by salal. I trace in my mind the narrow path sweeping round the rock edged salal grove and then gently curve down to settle under a giant cedar. The satisfaction of seeing this completed path was thrilling. The play of landscape disappearing round the salal, was a game of mystery. Every day after finally creating the bark mulch path I would walk it and marvel at the softness of nature falling about it. It is as if I created an invitation to enter into this more wild world, safely! Continue reading

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Celebration of Life

I have a very special friend Tamar, that really knows how to celebrate life! Over the past 18 years of our friendship she has danced, howled, photographed and read her stories to me of her interesting life experiences. Some of my favourite times with Tamar are when she has me to her boat only accessible home for a Full Moon Howl. A simple cup of steaming tea to celebrate getting up predawn on a frigid morning to view her cove of first arrivals of water fowl. Under the illumination of full moon glow we sit and wait. She at her scope and me with binoculars we study the waters and lightening sky to be the first to  see. Yowls and howls of delight and Tamar records each in her thick leather journal.
She is a teacher of celebration!
On our island when a dear one passes we have a “Celebration Of Life” we tell stories and celebrate a life well lived. With potluck and shared memories we remember the preciousness of our fragile lives.
Painting is called  “I Spy”

Healing an art?

 Over the years I have been invited into healing circles. Some with my drum, some set with a specific meditation.
Tonight I joined a beautiful group that was lead with a healing meditation for the world, then the community, the family, then for oneself. The soft words and the energy of the space was so soothing that I quickly surrendered to another place. Relaxed, I had a tiny awareness that I should wiggle my toes as I was not sure I was still there! The power of sending healing thoughts around the world and to my loved ones was euphoric. I love the feeling of energy pouring in from the earth and the heavens, mixing with my internal light and then sending it forth with pure intention. I believe the healee and the healer have equal measure!  Yesterday I was in a drumming circle lead by a Native Shaman, he showed us how Continue reading