“When women speak truly they speak subversively—they can’t help it: if you’re underneath, if you’re kept down, you break out, you subvert. We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains. That’s what I want—to hear you erupting.”
—Ursula K. Le Guin
Snowdrops are back and in bloom. That’s how I know spring has arrived, even if it hasn’t made up its mind yet if we’ll get rain or snow.
I’m thankful for the hope and promise of women.
While madmen running places like Russia, North Korea, and the US seem to be ramping up their egotistical boasting about how tough their nuclear arsenals are, I think of all whom March’s Women’s History Month represents.
I’m not saying we’d be at peace, completely if women were the ones mostly in charge, but I have to believe it would be more progressive, sensible, and acceptable than where we’re heading right now.
I’m thankful for another podcast and the brilliant production from my brother.
Episode 10 – Ketchup On The Current (March 2018)
If you enjoy checking out a new podcast. If you are doing things around home and needing something to have playing in the background. Give us a listen.
It is a professional sounding piece of audio and I’m sure you’ll agree. We are self deprecating and sometimes silly, but we are real.
I’m thankful for an online radio appearance with Accessible Media Inc.
I was contacted by this
across Canada broadcaster
of content for the blind.
It was their weekday afternoon talk show/news magazine called Kelly and Company and this was
My Tuesday, April 27th episode.
I am probably coming off desperate sounding, but this survey I’m conducting for data on audio descriptive services in movie theatres for the blind goes on through spring and summer still. I need to keep the reminders coming or people might forget what I’m attempting to accomplish.
I’m thankful for a delivery of literary perfume.
Anne Shirley/Avonlee Fragrance
It really is amazing to me still, that I can order something (all online) and have it show up at my door a few days later.
I’m thankful I adore the cherry blossom scent now that it has arrived.
I had no magazine insert I could scratch and sniff, to make sure I liked the scent. I had to trust the product wouldn’t be crap and that I’d like it. Now I wish I could send a sample of what it smells like through the WWW wires to anyone who might be reading this and curious.
I am a lover of perfumes and fragrances, but I can also be picky and sensitive. I am just glad I haven’t concluded that scents cause the headaches I have because my sense of smell is so important to me.
Perfume is a big part of that. I may not be able to know what I look like, but I can do my best to present myself by the kinds of scents I am most drawn to.
And so now I can feel like I am walking in the cherry orchards of a Lucy Maud Montgomery story.
I’m thankful for a recommendation to grow as a writer of many things.
I am not trained in journalism and I don’t know if that its where I’m meant to end up, but I do know that if I want to educate readers on some of the causes I am most passionate about, such things are often taken more serious when written in a more journalistic manner.
I was shown a program where I could find some guidance to become more efficient in this kind of writing and so I will give it my best shot.
I’m thankful for some yoga on a rainy, painful Thursday.
I don’t dislike rain in spring. I only know the rain and the pain, not only rhyme, but they seem to fit and the yoga was a nice way to break up my thoughts on that day.
I’m thankful for hopefully a happy ending in the news.
‘You were our heroes’: A survivor of the Balkin wars helps ex-peacekeepers move past their pain | CBC
It’s a story of PTSD, trauma lasting years and years, and hope for a future of less suffering in silence.
I’m thankful for another year celebrating a special birthday.
He can be witty and he can be wise, when I most need a laugh or a little wisdom. He loves the nostalgia and the authentic sound of vinyl and, at the same time, is totally open and eager to discover the newest releases in the music world.
He is loved by his friends and family alike.
He is helping me bring my dream of writing, into audio storytelling, all to life.
He shares his day of birth with Celine Dion and Vincent Van Gogh.
He is my brother.
I am thankful to know that all the children I love are waking to the excitement of hunting for Easter eggs on this first day of this new month.
“Spring is singing in my blood today, and the lure of April is abroad on the air. I’m seeing visions and dreaming dreams, …. That’s because the wind is from the west. I do love the west wind. It sings of hope and gladness,”
ANNE OF THE ISLAND