Two years ago, May 10th, (Mother’s Day), I said goodbye to my Dad. The hardest goodbye of my life. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him.
It’s pretty impossible as Continue reading “Two years….my Papa..”
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Happy Birthday to my dear Papa…
April 21st… The day my Papa was born. 28 years later he became my Papa. 81 years later he left this world. But, in that 81 years he left a very important mark. One that many will agree was a loving and inspiring one.
It certainly was for me.
Dad made me feel like Continue reading “Happy Birthday to my dear Papa…”
Playing Russian Roulette with the Elderly in Prince Edward Island
The Riverview Manor in Montague, Prince Edward Island.
A place no-one wants to spend the last part of their life. But the decrepit nursing home building is full of the community’s elderly. The community’s loved ones. I know it well. Because of my Dad.
Last week I wrote an article to light a spark of action toward the repeated promised construction of a new Manor. Two days ago I wrote another one to remind the government of the safety of the people, especially fire. And, tonight… Continue reading “Playing Russian Roulette with the Elderly in Prince Edward Island”
RED….
Red.. the name of the play I saw a few days ago. Red… the colour of love, of anger, of strawberries, of blood, of carnations, of rosy cheeks, of cooked lobster, of cheeky lipstick, of eyes that have cried too much. The list goes on. Red.
Red by John Logan, produced by First Impressions Theatre of Deep Cove, directed by Jim Hebb and performed by Cameron McDonald (Mark Rothko) and Mike Bodzanowski (Ken), is brilliant. Thoughtfully written (I kept wanting to write down quotes in my dark theatre seat), this production takes the words off the page and splashes them around with no false notes. I want to go back.
I grew up with a painter….. Continue reading “RED….”
Love and anger… both useful?
Today I awoke thinking about the state of my life. It’s pretty damn good on many fronts, and yet, this year has taken me down unfamiliar challenging roads and my mind has been wandering.
On May 10th, my father died in my arms. My best friend, my confident, my confidence builder, my poetic, brandy sharing spirit left me. On the recent night of… Continue reading “Love and anger… both useful?”
A Creative Reminder…
Every once in awhile I need a good reminder of the creative person I am, and the encouragement to just show up and do “it” without overly judging myself.
Some days are extra challenging.
My father, who’s a painter, and I were talking yesterday about waiting to be in “the mood” to create, whether it be a painting, a piece of writing, or a play rehearsal. My Dad referred to some advice by a fellow painter about how we need to just go into action, and not wait for an inspirational mood. If we were to always wait for that slippery moment, we might never create at the rate we deeply desire. Simply, our actions can get the muse moving.
Again, I’m not expounding anything new. Again, it’s just me speaking to myself, and hopefully giving a nudge to both you & me.
The following letter is one I have hanging in my bathroom. I admit that I need constant reminding, and would like to honour my blog with Martha Graham’s words.
A letter written by Martha Graham to Agnes de Mille
“There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all Time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine: how good it is; nor how valuable it is; nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open … no artist is pleased…there is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction; a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.”
(a sampling of my Dad’s, Barry Jeeves, watercolour paintings)
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