Our family history in Britt, Ontario, is rich and goes back to before the town had its name. Britt stretches down one road off Highway 69 along Still River to Lake Magnetewan and out to the mouth of Georgian Bay.
Mom worked on a population study when she was in high school (in the late 60s) and reported five hundred people lived there then. Approximately, three hundred people live in Britt now.
What if our experience could be categorized into 8 learning spirals? We learn every day. We learn through every aspect of our lives. The Writing Spiral is about 8 spirals. Inspired by Fibonacci’s golden spiral, the concept demonstrates ways we grow and change using the metaphor of a Fibonacci spiral. I decided to use the spirals to organize content on this blog.
This was a winter of dreaming. After the Christmas holidays and my trip to Grail Springs Wellness Retreat I felt a surge of creative energy. My newfound clarity needed to be captured. First I tried to make a vision board in a traditional way with magazines. Then I tried to use an infographic approach with a sharpie and a big piece of paper. Finally I decided to turn to technology.
Today I dream of summer. The sun on my face. The relaxed rhythm of the day. When I was a young teen I remember drifting on the Magnetewan River in a canoe reading for hours. I wrote this poem (inspired by Wallace Stevens) to capture the carefree feeling and the peaceful knowing of having nowhere to be but in a canoe with a great book on a gorgeous summer’s day.
Floating among granite and pine
The only thing she sees
Is her page, shining.
She is of four directions
On a canoe
Under which she imagines four fathoms.
The girl smiles in the rocking waves.
Surrender is an important part of the ritual.
A girl and a book
A girl and a book and a river
I do not know which to celebrate first:
The sparkle of words
Or the freedom of floating,
The peace of reading, not paddling
Or just summer.
Inspired by “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” by Wallace Stevens.
It begins in the full breath before the first chord with a gentle invitation, an encouraging welcome to connect to the song’s essence, a wish to become an instrument.