One of my intentions with my writing is to invoke the mysteries that lie behind the scenes, those which inhabit the periphery of our day-to-day lives. Summoned with curiosity and an open heart, wisdom will emerge from the depths to guide us through the voice of our intuition. An angel’s wing stirs the air around us; a white wolf crosses our path; a red-tailed hawk lands on our garden tree. As with many things that call to us in life, the more time we devote to knowing and understanding, the more they will reveal themselves as teacher.
Through the arts I find expression for personal struggles and inner glimpses of magic and mystery. I enhance my writing with echoes of personal experiences with these other worlds. My own relationship with a wild bird; the answers to a young man’s yearning for love through puzzling dreams and visions; a shunned medieval woman’s gifts of second sight.
I began spiritual work with the angelic realms in a meditation class when healing angels appeared to me. I offered angel readings and healing for two decades. I created a life-size paper mâché angel which stands in my living room.
Music has been my constant companion. My mother paraded me around our block as a babe in arms, encouraging me to croon little ditties to entertain neighbors. At age eight, I recorded a 33 rpm of Christmas carols and my first original song, “Show Me the Path to Heaven.” Growing up, I harmonized in church and school choirs, and as a young woman I traveled across Canada and the U.S. performing original songs in cafes and coffee houses.
The inherent rhythm and lyricism of words soothe and fascinate. I have an attentive ear for sounds that form words and lyrics that impress emotion upon sound. I think of songs as poetry put to music. With a library of approximately 30 original songs, I have performed over the years in various venues, surrounded by friends or standing solo. I like to combine verses from my songs or lines from my poetry to enhance the meaning of a story line. I love to harmonize and I often whistle to the birds in my back yard.