Archive for January, 2012

My new workshop
Opening here in Toronto this weekend February 4th
Dancing on the Ecstatic Path ~ Bridging the Energy of Earth and Sky with the Energy of the Heart

Dancing on the Ecstatic Path ~ Bridging the Energy of Earth and Sky with the Energy of the Heart


Sometimes I fell like I will tumble over and sometimes I feel like I am balanced and able to negotiate my way without loosing my balance…

The edge is always there and I simply need to proceed. What is the worst that could happen? I could fall over or I could keep wandering along being fearful.

So I will dance on the edge and be naive and full of joy. Am I in denial of the edge? No! I am simply choosing to stay within myself and not let the outside elements affect me or make my experience something that is outside of me.

Today I will remain within my vessel, my integral space. I will dance and sing and be joyful when someone chooses to join. I will trust that I am being watched over and taken care of.

Watched over... Toronto January 2012

What I see everyday…

I enjoy this business card so much. I don’t really know why I enjoy it, I have never really thought about it. But there it is, I look up . I enjoy the raw quality of this broken masculine image looking back at me.

I like that phrase … broken masculine image… ♥

Check the work of this local Toronto painter at Stev’nn Hall

This is also about the joy I have at having a camera in my hand all the time. I like where this photographic journal is going and the expression that it is generating. I love the ease of use.

View from my Desk - 9am - Toronto 2012




a view or prospect, especially one seen through a long, narrow avenue or passage, as between rows of trees or houses.

such an avenue or passage, especially when formally planned.

a far-reaching mental view: vistas of the future.

Joyful – Juicy Heart

Posted: January 29, 2012 in Random
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Joyful …


There seems to be a simple joy in me. That part that wonders and plays and mucks about in creation. I live that part and wish that I could be in that part all of the time.Unfortunately I can only access that part of me some of the time, I can only remember that part is in me. I need to remember mor often and come into this Joyful, Playful part and get mucky more often.

LOVE the mucky, murky, joy in the play of creation…

Bird and Snake - Heaven and Earth - Toronto 2012



My little tale for the day…

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Once upon a time in a great castle, a Prince’s daughter grew up happy and contented, in spite of a jealous stepmother. She was very pretty, with blue eyes and long black hair. Her skin was delicate and fair, and so she was called Snow White. Everyone was quite sure she would become very beautiful. Though her stepmother was a wicked woman, she too was very beautiful, and the magic mirror told her this every day, whenever she asked it.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the loveliest lady in the land?” The reply was always; “You are, your Majesty,” until the dreadful day when she heard it say, “Snow White is the loveliest in the land.” The stepmother was furious and, wild with jealousy, began plotting to get rid of her rival. Calling one of her trusty servants, she bribed him with a rich reward to take Snow White into the forest, far away from the Castle. Then, unseen, he was to put her to death. The greedy servant, attracted to the reward, agreed to do this deed, and he led the innocent little girl away. However, when they came to the fatal spot, the man’s courage failed him and, leaving Snow White sitting beside a tree, he mumbled an excuse and ran off. Snow White was all alone in the forest.

Night came, but the servant did not return. Snow White, alone in the dark forest, began to cry bitterly. She thought she could feel terrible eyes spying on her, and she heard strange sounds and rustlings that made her heart thump. At last, overcome by tiredness, she fell asleep curled under a tree.

Snow White slept fitfully, wakening from time to time with a start and staring into the darkness round her. Several times, she thought she felt something, or somebody touch her as she slept.

At last, dawn woke the forest to the song of the birds, and Snow White too, awoke. A whole world was stirring to life and the little girl was glad to see how silly her fears had been. However, the thick trees were like a wall round her, and as she tried to find out where she was, she came upon a path. She walked along it, hopefully. On she walked till she came to a clearing. There stood a strange cottage, with a tiny door, tiny windows and a tiny chimney pot. Everything about the cottage was much tinier than it ought to be. Snow White pushed the door open.

“l wonder who lives here?” she said to herself, peeping round the kitchen. “What tiny plates! And spoons! There must be seven of them, the table’s laid for seven people.” Upstairs was a bedroom with seven neat little beds. Going back to the kitchen, Snow White had an idea.

“I’ll make them something to eat. When they come home, they’ll be glad to find a meal ready.” Towards dusk, seven tiny men marched homewards singing. But when they opened the door, to their surprise they found a bowl of hot steaming soup on the table, and the whole house spick and span. Upstairs was Snow White, fast asleep on one of the beds. The chief dwarf prodded her gently.

“Who are you?” he asked. Snow White told them her sad story, and tears sprang to the dwarfs’ eyes. Then one of them said, as he noisily blew his nose:

“Stay here with us!”

“Hooray! Hooray!” they cheered, dancing joyfully round the little girl. The dwarfs said to Snow White:

“You can live here and tend to the house while we’re down the mine. Don’t worry about your stepmother leaving you in the forest. We love you and we’ll take care of you!” Snow White gratefully accepted their hospitality, and next morning the dwarfs set off for work. But they warned Snow White not to open the door to strangers.

Meanwhile, the servant had returned to the castle, with the heart of a roe deer. He gave it to the cruel stepmother, telling her it belonged to Snow White, so that he could claim the reward. Highly pleased, the stepmother turned again to the magic mirror. But her hopes were dashed, for the mirror replied: “The loveliest in the land is still Snow White, who lives in the seven dwarfs’ cottage, down in the forest.” The stepmother was beside herself with rage.

“She must die! She must die!” she screamed. Disguising herself as an old peasant woman, she put a poisoned apple with the others in her basket. Then, taking the quickest way into the forest, she crossed the swamp at the edge of the trees. She reached the bank unseen, just as Snow White stood waving goodbye to the seven dwarfs on their way to the mine.

Snow White was in the kitchen when she heard the sound at the door: KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Who’s there?” she called suspiciously, remembering the dwarfs advice.

“I’m an old peasant woman selling apples,” came the reply.

“I don’t need any apples, thank you,” she replied.

“But they are beautiful apples and ever so juicy!” said the velvety voice from outside the door.

“I’m not supposed to open the door to anyone,” said the little girl, who was reluctant to disobey her friends.

“And quite right too! Good girl! If you promised not to open up to strangers, then of course you can’t buy. You are a good girl indeed!” Then the old woman went on.

“And as a reward for being good, I’m going to make you a gift of one of my apples!” Without a further thought, Snow White opened the door just a tiny crack, to take the apple.

“There! Now isn’t that a nice apple?” Snow White bit into the fruit, and as she did, fell to the ground in a faint: the effect of the terrible poison left her lifeless instantaneously.

Now chuckling evilly, the wicked stepmother hurried off. But as she ran back across the swamp, she tripped and fell into the quicksand. No one heard her cries for help, and she disappeared without a trace.

Meanwhile, the dwarfs came out of the mine to find the sky had grown dark and stormy. Loud thunder echoed through the valleys and streaks of lightning ripped the sky. Worried about Snow White they ran as quickly as they could down the mountain to the cottage.

There they found Snow White, lying still and lifeless, the poisoned apple by her side. They did their best to bring her around, but it was no use.

They wept and wept for a long time. Then they laid her on a bed of rose petals, carried her into the forest and put her in a crystal coffin.

Each day they laid a flower there.

Then one evening, they discovered a strange young man admiring Snow White’s lovely face through the glass. After listening to the story, the Prince (for he was a prince!) made a suggestion.

“If you allow me to take her to the Castle, I’ll call in famous doctors to waken her from this peculiar sleep. She’s so lovely I’d love to kiss her!” He did, and as though by magic, the Prince’s kiss broke the spell. To everyone’s astonishment, Snow White opened her eyes. She had amazingly come back to life! Now in love, the Prince asked Snow White to marry him, and the dwarfs reluctantly had to say good bye to Snow White.

From that day on, Snow White lived happily in a great castle. But from time to time, she was drawn back to visit the little cottage down in the forest.

7 Dwarfs and Snow White - January 20127 Dwarfs and an Awakening - January 2012


When you devote yourself to something and you are thinking about that something, practicing that something, living that something…

Does that mean that you are practicing devotion?

I like the idea that by devoting myself I can be devotional! ♥

The idea of being devotional and devoting myself to something sits much better with me than worshipful… meditation or prayer… and I imagine that devotion moves in the same realms as worship and prayer which must look like: dreaming life and making life happen…

Smiling and BEing devotional - January 2012


Today is the day… Eruption

The land has been building…

The outer layers have been stretching…

The motion has been stirring…

The heavy peaks have been massing…

The heat has been rising…

The eruption has been pressurizing…

Today is the day…

Bursting forth in a new and vibrant energy!

HA! Breath – Life HA!

What will happen after the eruption? No one knows… I imagine there will be some silence and then there will be another build of activity. Or there could on the other side be some tumultuous event… It is all the same really… motion into a new place.

Bursting forward... Hilo May 2012


Swimming is exhuberant and JOYFUL for me…

The water awaits with gurgling anticipation… I anticipate with liquid glee…



Sometime I can become obsessed with a project…

Today when I mentioned this to my husband… I said something like … “I feel bad because I have become obsessed with this latest project” He in turn surprised me and replied. That my obsessions were some of my best attributes and sometimes the result of the obsessive work was some of my most brilliant creation.

I was surprised. I had always thought that those projects that could consume my entire energy were not my best moments… Sometimes I just have no clue of what those around me are truly thinking. I am glad my husband shared his experience. I am glad because I had a little insight into myself that I often do not see.


Sometimes things are not as they appear... Strega Rome 2010