Goddess of Small Things

Moss, lichen, ferns, seedlings, leaves, bark, pine needles: seen on the Bruce Peninsula (October 2020) I’m discovering the divine in the small things. Once I thought I needed to be grandiose, expansive, powerful and explosive in order to be heard and valued....

Ring the bells

My (im)perfect offering This week Leonard Cohen’s Anthem has been resounding in my brain: “ring the bells that still can ring/forget your perfect offering/there’s a crack, a crack in everything/that’s how the light gets in”. I’ve...

Let beauty awake!

Early morning sumach turning colour Sept. 2020 “Let beauty awake”, the title of one of the Songs of Travel by Ralph Vaughan Williams came to mind as I sat down to write… These days seem so full and there is so much to learn, to do, to adapt to. Where...

New seasons, new beginnings

This has been an exhausting, exhilarating, infuriating, exciting, exasperating and thrilling past two weeks. We started back at the university, completely remotely, and trying out all kinds of new ways of teaching and learning, with mixed but mostly good results....

Amplifying Other Voices

My new rhythm seems to be every two weeks now. I always think of writing every Thursday night, but some Thursdays it appears I am overwhelmed, distracted or just don’t seem to find the space for this. But today’s space belongs to other voices. Today was...

All I need is the air that I breathe

Breathing the Air of Art: first post-COVID visit to the AGO, August 2020 Last week’s post examined the idea of an artist’s selfishness, and I’ve been thinking more about that since. The space we need to make art, to create, is largely a personal one,...