Singing in isolation, Part V: Hibernation

A cave to hibernate in Here we are, five weeks in. It’s almost starting to become routine. Wake up, listen to the mostly bad news, drink coffee, read the paper, eat, sit at the computer, have an online meeting, eat, listen to more news, have another meeting, go...

Singing in isolation,
Part IV: Ring your bell

Ringing my bell: every night at 7:30 Week 4 of isolation. The days blend into one another. As one wag wrote recently: “it’s the eleventy-seventh blursday of bejebuary”*. How do we even know what day or time it is? And why does it matter? I basically...

Singing in isolation,
Part III

This week it’s been tough to stay on track. There have been days where I really felt like singing, and days where I haven’t wanted to at all. I’ve often just wanted to cocoon. I’ve felt alternately overwhelmed, exhausted, euphoric, despondent,...

Singing in isolation, part II

Inspirational messages written on neighbourhood doors, Kitchener, ON March 26, 2020 It’s my second week of isolation as the COVID-19 virus takes over the world. Nothing is the same as it was. I’ve found solace in connecting with others (virtually, of...

Singing in isolation

Three Decembers: My abandoned project The world feels a lot different this week than it did last, doesn’t it? COVID-19 being declared a pandemic has sent many of us into a tailspin. Things that seemed secure are no longer givens. What might have been considered...

Buried treasure

Treasure in unexpected places (Photo: Kimberly Barber, 2020) This week I’ve been investigating what happens if I expect less and feel more. I’ve been willing to look into the dark corners of imperfection with the bright light of attention and discover...