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Creativity begins as a solitary endeavor. Writing, painting, dancing singing, all begin in private. It’s rare that an artist would store the finished piece in the closet.
I don’t think that presenting the completed work is about an ego boost. It’s to share experience with the community, hopefully one of joy, or discovery, an experience […]
Summer Evening
Claiming dusk as its own, the ocean absorbs the horizon. Rose wavelets curl upon sand expanding to glassy thinness, gathering itself again.
Walking in silence through the skim of froth and brine, my feet leave prints to fill with fleeting pools.
Treasure glints in the last cast of light. […]
I reread books. I revisit my old friends, the characters that make me feel, make me think, characters that step up even though the odds are stacked in the villain’s favour. A story that firmly places me in the action and surroundings is a story with heart.
Writers can find themselves stuck with a chapter […]
After a scorching, fire-blazing summer, the longed-for weather shift has descended. The Kokanee salmon are spawning nearby, bears are snacking, and I am breathing in huge wafts of cool fresh air. -Heaven.
While researching ideas and information to teach a journaling workshop, I came across a wonderful idea.
I don’t remember where I found […]
Saddled with a fractured right arm, my artistic choices diminished to creative ways to turn on the television remote, one fingered lower-case typing, and artful arrangements of pillows. Amidst cranky fussing and a hefty dose of restlessness, a sideways idea barrelled in out of left field. Why not paint?
I thought about how left-handed painting […]
Duck Heist
I visited the university of Manitoba to view the Winter Science Fair, where several of my friends had projects on display. Spotting an enthusiastic crowd outside the psychology department, I wormed my way […]
