a year of stories


May 24, 2017

All around this land, the sound of pools being opened is awakening slumbering mermaids who have spent the winter dreaming of glittering water and shimmery waves. Like me, they long for these warm summer days. Could I too be part mermaid?

100 days of summer, a poem that is summer


May 21, 2017

Remember the unscripted.

The unplanned.

Quietly, quietly.

That little voice says.

Just let it happen.

Let it evolve from

The Obvious. Naturally.

And when it does,

Have your eyes,

Your head,

And your heart

Open to it.

That is my reminder from

The Universe


100 days of summer, a poem that is summer


May 20, 2017
On this cold and damp Friday night on the Victoria Day long weekend, Canada’s unofficial beginning to summer, I begin.
Melding motherhood, art, mindfulness, uncertainty, gratitude, quiet and listening with laughter, joy, long hair blowing in the wind, grass stained bare feet for 100 glorious days. A poem that is summer.