Jan 092013
 

  Embodying the Dream A 4-night Dreaming Retreat for Women Dates: Aug 1-5, 2013 Place: Snowdonia, Wales In ancient times, our ancestors saw no separation between us and the cosmos. Nature and humanity were inextricably linked and it was our prayers that kept the sun and moon rising, our rituals which ensured the rain to fall on our crops, and it was our songs which brought the planets into right alignment. Sadly, the Elders who [read more…]

Jan 032013
 

Someone recently asked me, “In your Dreamworking practice, have you seen a collective theme in the kinds of dreams people had in 2012?” I paused for a moment to reflect on the epic tapestry of dreamers I’ve been blessed to work with in this last year, and the answer crystalised. “The Rise of the Feminine. In men and women alike, there is a tenacious chipping away at the internalised, calcified Patriarchy to rouse the long-Sleeping [read more…]

Dec 182012
 

Over the last few weeks, I’ve had the special fortune to be interviewed in depth by Aja Blanc who runs one of my favourite blogs, Moon Woman Rising on the deep & tender Art of Dreaming.  Here is an excerpt: “So many of us feel a deep longing to offer our gifts to the world, to contribute something meaningful to the deficits of our time, but there are so many sources offering spiritual guidance that [read more…]

Dec 222010
 

As the tide rises above its own highest mark, it swallows every last reluctant debris. Among them is my body of yesterday, which I have anchored down with stones & prayer and which, like a cicada’s shell, is molted for wings. I recognize the gravity, the all of everything she has pushed through for me. Feet having dug, fingers having scraped, heart having heaved, voice unmuffled I now speak for my underground nymph and her [read more…]

May 192010
 

For as long as I can remember, New Age gurus have been telling us to “stay in the light.” They tell us to meditate, generate and emanate positivity, warning us that we create our own reality and negative thinking begets negative results. But if you’ve ever found yourself cringing before all that Spiritual Correctness and wondered what was wrong with you, I am here to tell you that you aren’t broken and you don’t need [read more…]

Apr 102010
 

On the morning Annie went into the hospital, I had a dream that Toronto was drowning. It started with a sadness welling up at my windows. When I got up to look out at the city, cars were bobbing around like plastic toys and whole buildings were being swallowed up by water. In the distance was a tsunami, and it was racing towards me. Knowing there wasn’t anywhere to run, I became curiously calm. Within [read more…]

Jan 112008
 

Dear Toko-pa; In my first dream, I am married. I am at my parents’ helping build a stone wall and this spouse-person keeps calling and asking where I am, telling me I am the type of person who only does what is best for me – how I am unreliable, ambivalent and untrustworthy – but that he still loves me. My father is building the wall all wrong – it keeps falling down. He doesn’t [read more…]

Mar 082007
 

“My mother slept with an axe under her pillow,” one woman recounts in a plaintive voice, “We lived in terror that my father would return to murder us in the night. For some reason, I don’t know why, but I was always expected to be happy.” Inside a recent video installation at the Power Plant Gallery in Toronto, Venezuelan artist Javier Téllez has installed two facing screens at opposite ends of a long, dark room. [read more…]

Jan 202007
 

My girlfriends who are still using tampons look confused when I tell them I actually look forward to my period now – but that’s just because they don’t know about the Diva Cup yet. “It’s ovalutionary!” I exclaim, but that doesn’t help me appear any saner. When I first heard about the cup, it sounded a little too…rustic for me. Despite my decidedly feminist leanings, I was attached to my tampons. They were fresh and [read more…]

Jun 212006
 

Art Review – Javier Téllez The Power Plant Gallery, Toronto “My mother slept with an axe under her pillow. We lived in terror that my father would return to murder us in the night. For some reason, I was always expected to be happy.” It is the unmistakable voice of agency that we hear in Javier Téllez’s video installation The Passion of Jeanne d’Arc (Rozelle Hospital) 2004—a brave voice that cuts through sentimentality and voyeurism, [read more…]