I’m sitting at home, typing away on this old wooden desk, with the sun streaming in – deceivingly, because I know it’s frigid outside. I’m reminded of how much I love to write, and how it feels so much like home.
These past few weeks have been crazy! I started a new job as a sales rep at a community newspaper, and our first issue has just been published. I was on the road yesterday, connecting with local businesses and encouraging them to advertise. I visited the Heart and Soul Café, which I adore, and the owner Jim kindly briefed me on the region and all it has to offer… the art scene, the tight-knit community, the beaches, the expansive land, that home-away-from-home feeling. Seems like many people prefer reading a tangible newspaper than articles online – things are coming back full circle!
And today I started a new book – well many new books in fact – since I picked up a bundle from the library the other day: Belonging by Isabel Huggan, Paris in Love by Eloisa James, A Round-Heeled Woman by Jane Juska and The Complete Journals of L.M Montgomery.
The first chapter of Belonging is called “There is no word for home” (she says, ‘in the country where I live, there is no word for home.’)
The book opens with this stunning poem:
So we are caught stumbling
in between, longing for home.
Only in fairy tales,
or given freakish luck, does the wind
rise suddenly and set you down where everything
is safe and loved and its place. The mind
does not expect it. But the heart,
the heart —
the heart keeps looking for itself.
It knows and does not know
where it belongs.
Jan Zwicky, “Transparence”
Songs for Relinqueshing the Earth
Last night I went to the opening night of an art show by the West Carleton Arts Society – everyone should see these works of art, they are simply beautiful! I met a local artist, Pooja Grover, who has been painting since her childhood in India. She does oil paintings now, and each one is exquisite. She also teaches mindfulness workshops in Kanata, focused on the practice of meditation through art.
Mindful intuitions is a journey into the unknown realms of our being; our pure existence, through the medium of art.Pooja Grover
Other than that, I’m looking forward to Walk in Her Shoes this Friday on Parliament Hill – it’s going to be a cold one! Here is the link to my donation page – your support for this important cause that is very deart to my heart would be greatly appreciated! I still haven’t sent out an email or done much fundraising – life has been way too hectic lately!
Hope you’re all having a great week! Stay warm and enjoy every moment at home. :-)