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Tag: healing
Camino Edmonton Day 4: depths
In their black in dark hours, grandmothers crawl up the Way of the Cross, proclaiming by this deed, the immutable glory to come above Ajijic, knees raw, backs craggy, grandmothers and mountains bathe in Easter sunrise. Where the body shivers and aches, the spirit must step in. Where language and history differ, there too, spirit….
Peach Blossom (after Li Po)
Originally posted on O at the Edges:
Peach Blossom (after Li Po) Ask why I stay on the green mountain and I smile but do not answer; my heart rests. A peach blossom floats downstream – Heaven and earth, apart from this world. ? The transliteration on Chinese-poems.com is as follows: ? Ask me what…
St. Eugene: Not a Poetry Video (yet)
Here are the gates. Beside them, an image from an older time, another purpose. Here is the gorgeous architecture. And beside it, tribute to the children brought here. Building and children face East, where the sun rises steadfast over blue mountains. Here is the message, the new mission. And here, the window of the room…
a Joyful Heart
A Joyful Heart is Good Medicine is today’s message from the Catholic Medical Mission Board. How do we support the joy in another’s heart? How do we support the joy in our own? How often do we look for the ‘catch’, for some reason to distrust joyfulness? How often do we respond to another’s joy with…
On the New Age: Ode to an Alien Nation
Feathers belong to birds. Any human, anywhere, who uses them in any way is using a gift that we appropriate, to which we assign human meanings. What do the birds have to say about it? Lately, on social media, I’ve seen Indigenous thinkers and activists moving to take down a spate of New Age practitioners…
For My Mother
April 17: Nocturne: Tiny Now She is tiny now, my mother and jokes in the morning, when her teeth aren’t in, how she whistles like a little bird. And i want to reach back to the nights when she brought the piglets in laid them in the woodstove oven so tiny, but she believed in…
Turtle Island Easter Prayer
O Lord, renew me this body, this heart, this mind this soul O you Good Spirits you Saints who intercede budge aside, if you don’t mind just enough to let me speak to Manitowak i do not know whose names and specialities were not passed down Holy Mother, some of your children are standing in…
2002: 400 Mile Song
what am i now, then? this is no time for plays, for stages, for masks. i pray for a new path, to be used for some fine enough purpose that my own grief will not swamp me. a job comes, that brings me to work with many groups seeking funds to do small projects….
2001: Honour Song
it’s may in montreal an indigenous arts gathering peers mentors innovators politics of identity the sick thrashing whale of cultural appropriation i find i stand with those who say, we are remaking theatre in our images because we need to appropriating a tool so it does not become us to play cultural purist…
2000: On the Line
2000, a new millennium. my savvy board mentor says where i’ve gone wrong is paying myself no more than anyone else. i sit with that uncomfortable thread running through my work is it that simple? i sit with that when i hire an actor who for all his masks, can’t hide that he chafes at…
1998:Release
it’s 1998 i have a theatre company now i wrote a grant, three years’ worth start up funding then had to hire people now have to train them it will be a wild ride it already is but the drama will increase off-stage outstrips onstage such is arts life. today, though, we are at the World’s…
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