“The spiral in a snail's shell is the same mathematically as the spiral in the Milky Way galaxy, and it's also the same mathematically as the spirals in our DNA. It's the same ratio that you'll find in very basic music that transcends cultures all over the world.” Joseph Gordon-Levitt
The first time I saw an art exhibition outdoors was in Stanley Park in Vancouver, summer 2000. Paintings arranged in community circles, framed by open sky, tall trees, and carpets of green grass captured my imagination. I’d much rather meander through rows of art in the garden than walk through a gallery. Maybe it’s the way the sunlight and shadow dances across the canvas. Maybe it’s the way the earth beneath my feet and the breeze through the trees makes me feel more alive. Maybe it’s the quiet conversation the art seems to be having with its surroundings.
Days away from summer vacation and I dream of doing nothing. Soon I’ll be able to do nothing every day. Nothing has become an important part of my busy life. I started this practice a couple years ago. I sit in my most relaxing chair, close my eyes, breathe deeply, and focus on nothing. During the school year, I can only do this on the weekend. I try to carve out 1-3 hours a weekend for this “do nothing” practice.
Spring and Fall are my favourite times of year for solo road trips. A few weeks ago I packed up my car and headed out to Petroglyphs Provincial Park in Peterborough, then to the Craft Show in Buckhorn, and ended the trip at Whetung Ojibwa Centre in Curve Lake.
At our year-end choir meeting, one of the singers said “singing in a circle looking at each other is one of the most powerful experiences.” In January I started singing with Safe Harbour, a local chamber choir, a mentor choir for SONG, a local children’s music program.
It’s on my bucket list to publish a novel. Over the last twenty years I wrote three novels (although I don’t like them so they will never be published). That’s okay: I learned about character development, story arc, conflict, dialogue, and voice. Now I want to put that 10,000 hours+ of practice to use and write something that I love, something will make an impact. Write an important story that reminds us of our humanity, connects to Métis family history, and shares the beauty of Georgian Bay.
A poem inspired by Spring, gardens, and the gift of renewal. I found many of these phrases in my notebook from an old writing exercise and decided to work them into a fairy tale this morning. Creating this garden-world and its characters was fun. I’d love to see this illustrated one day!
Early morning spring sunshine spreads a golden glow over the trees in my backyard, shining on the grass, calling on the colours to appear more vibrantly than yesterday. The birds interacting and visiting cheerily, energetically, a contrast to the sleepy quiet of the houses. Buildings dark and closed while the yard and street and lake and town bathe in light.