Category: Creativity
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Poetry Saturday? Or Sunday?
I think we decided on twitter that it would be Saturday… but that was just yesterday. So. Here I am with a wee poem from last summer. Air Little sparrow Gasping for air Canary saying Don’t go in there Yellow dash Yellow pile Sparrow tips toes Backward Wings not yet Clipped.
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Summer 2011 poem…
This summer I was helping my parents make a significant change in their life. It was a very challenging time. To cope, I showed up at my journal nightly, wrote an entry and a poem. Not all were works of art, but as I briefly speak about on my website, I showed up. And, it…
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Negative feedback? … Just keep going…
My Dad once said, “Don’t take no for an answer.” My Mom was equally bold in her advice. It was good. When I decided to audition for “Le Conservatoire d’Art Dramatique”, one of my French teachers rolled her eyes, and exclaimed (en Francais) that she knew French people who had tried to get in and…
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Being brave…
Yes… I’m being brave because I’m, for the first time, (I think), putting up a blog post that is simply some creative writing. I found this piece I had written a couple of years ago. In fact, long before boldly diving into blogging. It shows my fear surrounding my writing, and also shows me that…
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Blossoming time…
Today, I chose to walk to a meeting in my neighbourhood. Well.. the meeting didn’t happen but it gave me another chance to admire spring, observe new plants, buds, and blossoms poking up everywhere. I recalled my first winter (early spring) in Vancouver when we wandered around in awe at the cherry blossoms in FEBRUARY!!…
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Trench Gallery Opening…Nicholas Galanin- New Culture
Last week I attended the gallery opening, “New Culture” the works of Nicholas Galanin. Having spoken to Craig Sibley, Trench Gallery owner, prior, I knew something unique was awaiting. My purpose here is not to critique the work but to give you a taste so you will want to explore the work yourself. There are…
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“Melanie Made Me Do It”…
I come from an artistic family. I grew up surrounded by pottery and paintings by my father, and fibre artistic works (weaving, knitting, needlework, quilting & more) by my mother. They were always making things. Our cupboards were filled with pottery. Our floors covered with woven and hooked rugs. I wore handmade sweaters, hats, and…
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Acting Coach Larry Moss Does Not Need a Buffoonery Workshop..
Okay… it’s a long title but it needs to be said. I have just spent three amazing days auditing, witnessing, observing, absorbing, laughing, crying, taking notes, processing, confirming, squirming, cheer-leading, supporting, holding my breath, thinking and agreeing at the Larry Moss Workshop by Vancouver Acting School. No, Larry Moss, well known American acting coach, does…
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“Time Keeps on Slipping…
..Into the Future” That’s my excuse for my lack of blogging. But I am not going to waste time apologizing, but rather just jump in and start with a musical interlude by the Steve Miller Band. I used to search for this appropriate for the moment song as a little girl in bed, under the…
