Sora

I have been feeling particularly drawn to the creation of instruments this year. In November I attended a drum-making workshop and completed a frame drum out of deer hide.  The process was meditative and soulful. My drum's voice is just…

I have been on a journey. Not an external one, but rather navigating through my inner landscapes. I had to put aside music as I worked on my master's degree; one only has so much time and energy. I don't…

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…

And in an instant, it floods me. The way the stars felt, soft, within a chilled sky. The oracle of the fire tossing its sparked prophecies into the night. A red skirt and the taste of bourbon and cigars. The…

Lyrics: 

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…