On belonging 

On my walk this morning 
I mused on belonging
To land, to love
Of the deep desire to be known and seen
And more
The need to fit within the ecosytems of our lives
I walked, in a bubble of thought
Until the pigeon strutting in front of me
Strolled onto the road
And was run over
A moment, between here and was
I felt the shock of its life ending
The sharp edge of its death
While the cars flowed ever onwards
What is belonging if not to know
The unique rhythm of the heartbeats around you
And mourn their loss when
They fall silent.

Don't Let Go 


Darling close your eyes
To find inside
A night full of stars
Oceans of light through the dark
Don't let go
Darling don't let go 
Don't you know
Heaven and earth sang your name
The day you came 
Don't you know
All of your pain has a home 

You don't have to hide
Pretend it's all fine
Odd broken signs 
Grafitti and lines
Call you cracking defined
A voice to softly defy 
All of the lies
Holding the truth of your life. 
Don't let go
Darling don't let go
Don't let go
Don't let go 
Darling, don't let go 
Don't let go

Darling close your eyes
To find you are more  
Then what hurts you. 


There is knowing. In you, in me. In the spaces unformed yet between breaths, beats, thoughts, feelings. Sometimes we are sparked by the smallest seemingly inconsequential thing, other times we spark in others. This week I have experienced both. I am reminded over and over again that we cannot truly know our own power, our own legacies. These are ripples that spread out into the vast sea of interconnections, the lightning of neural firings moving quickly and quietly out into the world. I hope that if you feel small and hopeless, that some part of your knowing recognizes your node within the web. You matter. What you do matters. It isn't always seeable, knowable. Think of all the little things others have done that changed you, moved you, guided you, even if they had no idea. You have done this for someone else. You have been their light in the dark, their spark. Keep your brave hearts going dear ones. Your light matters.

The Raven Calls 

Raven is calling outside my window and in the bleak grey of the day, I am encompassed by a shifting sense of place. I can almost hear the coastal waters and feel the presence of cedar secrets. A messenger of memory this raven becomes, pulling through the mist of my mind vision of long afternoons with my grandmother, of tumbling down unknown highways on ancient tours into hemlock vales saturated in clouds. Always beneath is a longing, like trying to remember a song that plays just beyond. Trying to hold onto a mystery that flows away, water through my yearning fingers. 

Moving to Wholeness 

There are pieces yet to be placed Thoughts not yet coalesced Into the memory of stories I wait, let the tempest swirl Lift each unnamed heart petal And fallen feeling Into the invisible eddies Of time and space One day they will settle, Touch ground within My body home To be absorbed Welcomed from their exile Into the painted landscapes Of wholeness #process #emotional

Aurora Award! 

I won an Aurora Award tonight! It was for lyrics I wrote inspired by Susan Forest's book Bursts of Fire. I am grateful for the recognition, and for this meaningful reminder of how much I love to write, especially when I can jump off of evocative stories. It is particularly meaningful at this time; when I have had to put my music a bit on hold in order to finish my master's program. I love writing from literature; I love reinterpreting words and stories; I love finding my way into a narrative and examining all the nooks and crannies. So I am thankful to Susan Forest, Laksa Media Groups Inc. for asking me to write this song. I am thankful To Vanessa Cardui for producing the song and to Dave Settles for his musical contributions. And most importantly I am thankful to my family --Dave, Karina, Melaine, Naia & Lucian-- who always support and believe in me. Listen here.  Lyrics below: 

Where are you now? 

I can't find you in torrents of time 

Visions gone blind 

Of a future undefined 

Twisted divine, prisons of mind 

Children of mine: remember who you are 

Bursts of fire light the wall 

Where I fight to save us all 

From the darkness 

The darkness of an empty fate 

Of suffering without light. 


Who are you now? 

I don't know you, these tormented eyes 

Deathly designs 

Return to comfort of heavenly skies 

Loosening ties, desperate cries 

Child of mine: remember who you are 

Bursts of fire light the night 

Where I fight to make things right 

Through the darkness 

The darkness of an empty fate 

I will make my fate 

Hold: hold a future unmade 

A past I won't cede 

A spirit unfazed 

Your face through the blaze 


What will this be? 

Bonds are broken in scattered debris 

Pathways are laid 

With your future the price is paid 

I've prayed and I've prayed 

For you who remain 

Oh children of pain: remember who you are 

Who you are 

Who you are 

Remember who you are 

Who you are (Bursts of fire) 

Who you are (Light the night where I fight) 

Remember who you are (To make things right) 

Who you are (Through the darkness) 

Who you are (The darkness) 

Remember who you are (Of a fate devoid of life) 

Who you are 

Who you are 

Remember who you are


Coming Home 

As we stand beneath the circle of trees, a stirring rises within. Unexpected. Rousing. Connective. Familiar in the ways of half-remembered dream rites from distant pasts. I can feel the world turn, circled stars and seasons breathing through me.  It feels like coming home.  


Spring Rising 

The blossoms open unconcerned with the workings of humanity. They sway in the May breeze that lifts from a river singing. They turn their pale faces to the sun and seem to say: See, all there is, is this moment. Sun-soaked petals heavy with fragrant nectar and the creaking sway of the wind. Take it in, child of earth. Be with us, let us drink in the now together. What else is there? What else could be more important?  

I See You 

I see you. You with the kind heart and soft eyes. You with a past you still wear on your skin but that cannot hide the shape of your spirit within. You who lay in bed last night crying your burdens out after everyone was asleep, a testament to how deeply you feel in this world. You who hide your pain to keep your children safe in a world that often is not. You who love. You who despair. you who loaugh. You who hold on. You who hope. You who dream. You who survived to be here, alive in this moment.  I see you and you are beautiful. 


There are choices I have made that even years later weigh heavily upon me.  I consider that weight to be a good indication of growth, reflection and a tenacious commitment to truth and integrity.  My reflections and writings are a way for me to unravel myself and the unconscious fault lines within me.  I think we all have them; only through the application of specific pressure in specific areas do these fault lines crack within us all.  It is a gift that I now know the landscape of my own vulnerability and I actively try to choose differently than in my past as I have come to accept the shape of my human frailty.  I have learned that every action, every inaction is a choice.  I have committed, in every new choice, to more deliberate action, to more considerate and courageous integrity.  I know I have difficulty saying no...to my family...to my friends...at work...and yet every day I commit to the deliberate practice of becoming more conscious, more exacting in my choice making.  

So when I chose you, know that it is with knowledge of vulnerability within a great fear of loss and pain.  Know that I am wise enough to know that choice is ongoing...a living commitment that needs to be made day after day.  Know that it means I understand there will be challenges and circumstances that settle between us and I will still consciously and deliberately choose you in every moment of every day for as long as you will also choose me.  It means choosing to turn my face towards rather than away when I feel lonely and disconnected.  It means choosing to reach out rather than close in when I am mired in sadness and sorrow.  It means choosing you to be the recipient and holder of my ecstasy as well as the guardian of my secret vulnerabilities.  It means silently saying yes over and over again to you, to your offered hand and welcoming eyes.   



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Shades of the Living Light The music of Hidegard von Bingen

Yoga MCC, 2028b 33rd Ave. SW., Calgary, Alberta


Shades of the Living Light

The music of Hidegard von Bingen

March 12, 2016 7:00-9:30pm

$30+ gst

Vanessa Cardui - voice, guitar

Sora - voice, piano

Dorothy Bishop - cello

Trudy Hipwell - percussion

Prashant - bansuri, guitars

"The beauty and depth of theme found in Hildegard’s theology, philosophy, cosmology and medicine can all be found condensed in her music as in a jewel."


Sands of Time Exhibit

Essentia, 1113 Kensington Rd. N.W., Calgary, AB

We would love to invite you to the Sands of Time Opening Reception where you will be able to view Liba's incredible peices of art, while contemplating time. Sora will also be singing Celtic melodies that are sure to put you in awe!Liba Labik is a local visual artist who explores in her latest work time and its impact on life. She is using mainly oil, encaustic and mixed media in her work.During Liba's Opening Reception for "The Sands of Time," Sora will be singing. Sora is a World/Celtic singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist whose soaring voice and poetic lyrics have garnered her international acclaim. *30% of each art piece sold in January at Essentia will go to the Calgary Wildlife Rehabilitation Society.For more information, please visit: http://www.myessentia.com/locations/calgary/


Annual Candlelight Shindig

The Lantern Community Church, 1401 10th Ave SE, Calgary, AB

A Christmas story interspersed with holiday music.