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what I’m into [april 2018]

what I’m into [april 2018]

aaaand here’s the April round of goodies 🙂 Articles: If you wanted to stay updated with what’s going on at my art cooperative, I periodically write (and invite guest writers to join me) on our website’s blog about the workshops that go on in our […]

what oatmeal is teaching me of letting go

what oatmeal is teaching me of letting go

No, I haven’t dropped off the face of the earth. Or given up writing. Although the abysmal lack of writing in my life the past few weeks is some clue as to my mental/emotional state lately. Last Friday, my oatmeal exploded in the microwave three […]

soapstone narwhals

soapstone narwhals

This is Nemo. He makes sculptures out of soapstone and sells them for a living. He shows me the caribou antlers his father sent him from Nunavut, running his hands across the polished, white surface. “Whenever I go home, he always gives me a lot […]

my PhD, a mountain

my PhD, a mountain

I think mostly in metaphor. Especially for concepts that I struggle to wrap my mind around, reducing them to pictures makes them  fold up into pocket-sized pieces that fit nicely into the cupboards of my world. This week, the metaphor I kept returning to – […]

heal our land

heal our land

This is what swamp feet smell like. Usually, the air is musty with snuffed out cigarettes and stale coffee – familiar and comforting like a sweater worn too many times. But today, a pungent smell slices through the mustiness. It becomes extra strong when Greg […]

what i’m into [jan 2018]

what i’m into [jan 2018]

Well, here in Montreal, school has started up, routines are becoming more regular and it’s time for me to share some of what I’ve been up to at the start of 2018: Books Food and Faith by Norman Wirzba. I was reading Wendell Berry’s “The […]

just shadows

just shadows

Smoke particles swirl in tunnels of strobe light that cross-hatch the shadows. Techno blares surround-sound, enveloping the mass of sweaty bodies pulsating to dub-step bass. A yelp from my far-right – a girl slips on the thin film of beer coating the stairs. The sixth […]

the middle moments

the middle moments

It feels like I’m in a middle moment. That’s the best way I can put words to this feeling. So, part of it was coming back to Montreal on Jan 2nd, a week before the next semester would begin. No one was around. I had […]

the carpenter has come

the carpenter has come

You wake slowly, your eyes adjusting to the dim shadows of the morning. You lie still under the weight of the layers of bedcovers and the sleep you are still rising from. The air is pregnant with anticipation, like relatives crowded into a hospital waiting […]

brinks and boundaries

brinks and boundaries

I wasn’t made for the island.   There’s this scene in Moana where she’s hanging onto the trunk of a palm, and looking out to a sparkling blue ocean. And there’s just something about the words she sings: See the line where the sky meets […]