poetry

This year I have been bestowed the great honor of being named Poet Laureate of The Fernie Academy. This means so much to me not only because I get to raise awareness around literacy during poetry month, simply put, I get to write poems and support my community with my skills as an artist. I also get to inspire young writers, (among them, my two strong boys) and encourage the creative impulse in kids and adults of all ages.

In a world riddled with worry and wonder, it is the greatest privilege to escape into the wild unknown for regeneration and reflection. But what happens when this lush haven of perpetual seeming landscape begins to vanish? Can protection or reclamation save our safe and bountiful sacred spaces? Environmental concerns are very real as we see the tragic effects of humankind on the planet Earth.

It goes without saying, but I’ll say it again, Fernie is synonymous with the term legendary: legendary snow, legendary views, legendary people. Steph Fleming is no exception. When she opened Infinitea eight years ago, some locals laughed at the idea of yet another coffee shop but what they didn’t know was that it would evoke so much more.

“To the extinct, the lost and the forgotten.  Everything that comes together is bound to be dissolved.”-Yuval Noah Harari

“Happiness depends upon ourselves.”-Aristotle

Lately my mind has been drifting back to the past, no doubt to elude the convoluted present. 

Sadie gets together with Patrick Whittington who was born 4,712.6 kms away from Fernie, BC. When they chat about the social challenges Covid has presented, they lament that they both are missing people. What they don’t miss is epic scenery, a passion for outdoor pursuits, and a community with strength and heart to spare.

As a parent of school-aged children who attend school, I find it fun and fascinating getting to know their classmates. Among my eldest son’s classmates is Anya Harshan. Anya fascinates me. She always has something remarkable to tell me when I see her.

“What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music...And people flock around the poet and say: “Sing again soon” that is, “May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.”

“Great art picks up where nature ends” - Marc Chagall

When I first met Ashley Wolodka, I was instantly attracted to the fire in her eyes. 

If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.” -Vincent Van Gogh

September can feel like the most anticipated goodbye to a deliciously golden season. Summer is a season so anticipated here that we are grieving its departure before it’s fully over! Summer, sweet, sweet summertime. As we dawn our masks and crack open the books for another academic year, I remind you to reminisce, to soak up those September rays, and remember how life sometimes can feel perfectly in bloom. 

Spirited Summer

hematoma sunshine

When I first met Rachel Behan she was at ease, definitely shining, and moving through time and space on a wavelength that suited me perfectly. I came to learn (her accent, a melodic and effervescent Manchester dialect) that she worked as a nanny and simply adored living in Fernie.