I went to a garden party
To reminisce with my old friends
A chance to share old memories
And play our songs again
When I got to the garden party
They all knew my name
No one recognized me
I didn’t look the same
–Garden Party by Ricky Nelson
The garden party that I went to was very different from the one Ricky Nelson was singing about, but the song has been stuck in my head since the night I gathered online with Lindsay Umlah and a group of women. Each of us in our own private space to spend time gazing. Continue reading “I Went to a Garden Party”
“Our Greatest Fear” is the title of a poem by Marianne Williamson. Four years ago, I wrote a blog post with that poem as my theme. Lately, that poem has been on my mind, snippets of it coming to me throughout the day.
Earlier this week I watched a Dovico live presentation featuring three of my favourite people: Shelley Butler, Yves Doucet and Natalie Davison. They have each been an instrumental part of my journey and growth over the past several years. As usually happens when the three of them get together, the conversation is vigorous and entertaining. I invite you to watch it for yourself here.
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When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change—Wayne Dyer.
When you change…
This week I have been getting notices on my Facebook memory feed of two events that happened a year ago. The first was my interview with Josh Conners about his play “Small Town Queer.” We had scheduled it for the morning, considering the time difference between Corner Brook, NL, and here in Moncton, NB. When the time came to do the Facebook Live, I had all kinds of trouble connecting with Josh online. I became more and more frustrated and upset with every failed attempt to add him to my live feed. I was in tears as I apologized repeatedly to whoever may have been watching. Continue reading “When You Change”