Over the sea, found poetry…

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On the last day in Belfast, Northern Ireland, I went for a rainy walk with clips and poems in hand. Hung from trees and rustic door handles, nestled in mossy logs and tires, resting on window sills and table tops, my poems each found their place.

In Northern Ireland the very air carries music, the water is thick with poetic intent and I walked in that landscape rich with literary history and beauty and felt somewhat restored. My bits of paper became a simple proof I passed this way. And like other bits of me I leave behind to mark my way, my poems are waiting to be found and carried home.

This little light of mine…

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DSC_0001 DSC_0011 DSC_0014So be it, at approximately 4:30 pm yesterday, I embarked on my first illumination installation. A little paper lantern and inside a battery operated tea light turned on, some additional tea lights noted with, “be the light,” and “shine on,” my poem, “The Properties of Light,” and a candy cane, suspended from the trees and porches of my neighbours.

I came home aired out and rosy cheeked and with a giddy feeling of having done something, while only a few hours earlier I was questioning the validity and integrity of my initiative (feeling rather dark in the beginnings of this winter season, feeling rather inadequate). Then I was reminded of a tiny verse that is fixed to the front of my fridge with a magnet, “Go in the strength you have.” Joshua 6:11. So, deep breath, small prayer, winter coat, cozy scarf, flipping stomach, I went out. I hung lanterns. I took photos. I saw the lights twinkle in the dark. And that was enough.

City Light Kelowna, and something inside me flames.

SDG, Lesley-Anne