Welcome to Beeing Creative - the space where my creative nature gets to play.
Poetry
Poetry is the voice of my soul. It speaks the loudest when I am outdoors. Often I am able to capture these moments of inspiration on paper, and sometimes on film. Nature inspires and allows me to listen to my soul, and return to that quiet place inside where my spirit breathes. I hope that in some ways, my work brings you to yours.
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About Beeing Creative
I was once told that bumblebees defy the laws of physics; that their body mass is too large for their wings to support, and that they shouldn't be able to fly. I'm sure there is an interesting explanation for this, perhaps something about their hair follicles, the angle of their wings, or lift & drag.
I prefer to believe simply that they fly because they believe they can.
After all, they have wings….and so, in our own ways, do each of us.
The name Beeing Creative came to me in two stages but with one vision: supporting the creative spirit and letting our light shine. "Beeing" was inspired by the bumblebee and my journey away from doing.
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 | Cards and Chapbooks are $5.00 each.
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C1
Wishes,
like pebbles
thrown into water
create ripples
in our lives
moving outwards
from the centre
of our being,
reaching places
we never imagined
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C2  |
every once
in a while,
we are touched
by a little wonder
…and if we hold it
gently
in our heart
it becomes ours
to share
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C3  |
Moving forward
as the road beckons
and the sky draws breath,
giving space
and life
for dreams and promise.
Our journeys continue…
wheels on concrete,
feet on the Earth,
as we travel to places
unknown and familiar,
forgotten and longed for,
in the quiet moments
and the corners of our hearts.
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C4  |
Maybe
it's not about
knowing
where we're going
or
where we'll end up…
just that
we know
we need to move…
one step
at a time
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B1  |
When I decided to print my own Chap Books, I felt overwhelmed. The first question that came to mind
was "Where do I start?" The simple answer was "At the beginning". And so the title and the collection was born.
These are beginning poems for two reasons.
They mark a journey and time that was a
conscious beginning of my life as a poet and a writer.
They are also part of my first reading in November 2002.
Here I am, a year later, printing them in a book.
Life is full of circles.
Each time the spiral closes, we have the opportunity to
move a little higher.
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B2  |
Sam showed up in the early summer of 2002. An olive
tabby cat with a white tummy. He was in poor shape:
matted fur, skittish, and mean.
The Humane Society suggested we feed him to eventually
be able to put him in a cage and bring him in.
We fed him, and watched the transformation:
glossy coat, trust, and affection.
He became our cat, but remained outside.
For many reasons, we couldn't keep him. And we tried and tried to find him a home, without success.
And so, when the weather got too cold for him to sleep outside anymore, with heavy hearts my mom and I took him to the Humane Society and left him in their hands.
This is the story of our summer.
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