Over 10 years ago I started going to Om and Kirtan nights at Resting Frog Yoga Studio – Evenings that sent me soaring or floating, it’s hard to describe!
Now with a group of incredible musicians, some of the originals from the Resting Frog days, we offer kirtan nights to the Thunder Bay community.
On December 11th, 2015, a fundraiser for the Regional Food Distribution Association (who I work for!) is happening at the Lakehead Unitarian Church, at 7:30 – $10 + food donation.
Love your community, love yourself
Playing an original at an open jam in Totnes – back up singing, super supporter and videographer Juju in the background. This night made me want to be in a band. Back in the UK for a couple weeks, should see if these guys are still around! Enjoy…especially the part where I forgot the words, hahaha.
Loving the Earth through experience and thought – this is an incredibly beautiful reflection.
During a project planning meeting the other day, we were designating names to different groups of stakeholders. One group was women from the age of 20 to 25. I suggested that we call them young women. However, there was some debate over whether or not this age group would be considered “women”. At the age of 21, I consider myself to be a young woman. But in Uganda, the majority of people consider a girl to enter womanhood once she produces a child. This made me consider just how dynamic the term “woman” is and question how different societies designates who a “woman” is and what this means for those societies and our earth as a whole.
Although I have much to learn, I’ve gathered that generally in the Buganda region of Uganda being a woman is associated with holding a specific role in society. Family life and fertility are…
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“If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.” Antoine de St Expury
How do we teach that longing? How do we open up to that longing within us? Go outside, and pause, and look around and breath in the world around – when I do this I realize how much my lungs have longed for that freshness of the air, and more specifically longed for me to recognize how important (and blessed I am) to live in a place with fresh air – Superior air quality (thanks Lake Superior!).
Working as a Teaching Assistant the past few months on a course called Land Relations and Ecological Literacy, I have reinforced the love I have for exciting people and reminding us all of the immensity of the sea within us; the endless universe that exists as our whole self; the space within that creates the space around.
As I sat by the lake last night watching for shooting stars and noticing O’Ryan walking across the sky, I was thankful to reflect on the snowy winter season that surrounds me – all wrapped up in a headband, toque and parka hood, I found it a bit difficult to listen to the water and move my head around to gaze at all the stars: then I thought, well actually maybe this is the season that reminds me to listen to my heart and the sounds within, which can never be muffled, no matter how many layers I need to wear to keep warm.
And there are moments, like at my friend’s recent birthday party, where you throw your parkas off under the starry sky at minus 20 below and have a dance party in the snow – that too is listening
Is there anything sweeter than dancing with the beat of your heart, and hearts of so many beautiful people? I guess I’ll have to keep listening to know
I was sent this link by my friend Joe who organized the first music and poetry night for Wake Up London, and has recently put on another evening –
This year I am not in the UK to sing to an incredibly receptive audience, who shows their appreciation with silent hand waving at the end of each song as opposed to thunderous clapping. I hope I never forget the feeling this gave me, like an uncontrollable smile poured over my whole body as silence followed but the energy in the room was so full and moving over everyone as they shook their hands and smiled towards me, in the light of a few candles.
Last night in Edmonton, Alberta, Tanya Davis made my heart swim in a sea of beautiful memories, which I can never repeat because they are mine to keep sweet, mine to tragically love and embrace, erase and retrace, and in the moments where there is no escape, like a poetry festival, openly face
Tanya thank you for “Ravish your lover while you still love her”. “How to be alone” is this video – Tanya is the poet laureate for Halifax, NS.