Moon, Light and Shadow




Writing Out Loud

“Transition can be a pretty scary place, as any change brings a degree of uncertainty. It’s like being on a jetty about to step onto a boat for the first time. There is always a brief moment of hesitation, when you are aware that you’re leaving the familiar for the unknown. It is as thrilling as it is unnerving.”

I’m writing out loud this year and freelancing for a few online journals. Here is the first article for this year, published on Elephant Journal. Hope you all enjoy it. 

Here’s to love and light in 2014.



I posted this video on facebook today while watching a film called happythankyoumoreplease. I hadn’t heard about it before but watched another film written and directed by the same person, Josh Radnor, a few days prior, so felt like giving it a shot. During the movie, I heard this song and posted it on my page with a caption which read: “I received a gift today.” I did that because the song’s first few lyrics connected with me:
what are you so afraid of?
why are you feeling scared?
what’s the worst that’s gonna happen?
I know I’ve been holding myself back, out of fear mostly. Fear of the unknown, fear of opening myself up to love, fear of getting hurt, fear of failure. All of these fears were filling my mind and stopping me from moving forward, toward new adventures. They were taking up so much space in my mind and heart, leaving little room for appreciating what I do have and what I do know, and even less room for hope and promise. The song was a reminder to be open and to be brave and welcome new opportunities. I had to share it.
Ten, a few minutes later, one of the main characters, Annie, said: “About a year ago, I was in this cab, and the cab driver, this Indian guy starts telling me all sorts of stuff… He said, ‘You have great potential in this lifetime, and the key to your life is gratitude, you do not give it enough thanks.’ And I said, ‘Well, how do I do that?’ And he said, ‘Simple, say thank you!’…And he said after I say thank you, I should say more please… So that gratitude in the universe is eternally abundant.. so, I’ve been giving gratitude a shot. Thankyoumoreplease, thankyoumoreplease…” 
That quote resonated with me as well, as a reminder to do what I know: appreciate what I have, and welcome more.
Ok, so by this point I’m liking this unassuming little film, even if it’s simply because the characters are trying to find their way through life like everyone else, bungling and bumbling, like everyone else, fearing life, like everyone else. Like the other film I saw by Radnor, I understand what he was trying to do, and even though sometimes the dialogue seems over written and cliched, two additional quotes I’ll take away with me, just because I’m a hopeful romantic.
Sam #2: “It’s not easy to be adored – you in particular – you have a tougher time with it than most, I get that, but I want you to give it a try. Think of it as an experiment. I promise I will be very wonderful at adoring you Annie. It an area where, I think I got a great deal of talent. You’re worth the adoration Annie, you’re worth it, and the fact that you don’t believe it, has nothing to do with whether it’s true or not, it is true for me, and that is all that matters. “
Annie: “Sadness be gone, let’s be people who deserve to be loved, who are worthy, cause we are worthy.”

Art & Wine Promenade at Northwood

West Palm Beach is not a bad place to live, if you’re mobile. My Mom has a car and she gets around just fine and never really had to learn the public transit system here. There are buses and the Tri-Rail. My cousins also have their own cars and they smiled when I asked if there wasn’t a way for me to explore on my own, without a car. I guess, in that respect, I liked Toronto more. In all fairness however I didn’t really try hard enough which I regretted when Mom and I went to Northwood tonight.
Northwood, ‘the trendiest neighbourhood in West Palm Beach’, is a collection of historic districts, fading industrial areas, and blocks of small bungalows and grand Mission-style homes that is now hopping with cafes, boutiques, and a monthly Art & Wine Promenade. This is what drew me to the place and within minutes I so happy that we went.

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Christmas Moments 2012

At Mum’s home.

My cousin took me for a drive through Snug Harbor Estates. It’s a whole neighbourhood that goes all Griswolds for Christmas. It was absolutely beautiful. Photos alone don’t do justice to the overall feeling seeing 15′ candy canes and beautifully decorated trees. I felt like a kid again. 🙂

Christmas won’t be Christmas without Ralphie. There’s a TV channel here in West Palm Beach that is showing 24 hours of A Christmas Story! Of course an Indiana Jones marathon is on as well. All I need now is A Charlie Brown Christmas, Love Actually and Home For The Holidays and I’ll be set.

Broccoli, Cauliflower & Spinach baked in Cream of Mushroom Sauce, Kale & Mushrooms in Garlic Sauce, Roasted Potatoes, Caramelized Carrots and Fresh Salad – Mum’s and my contribution to the Family Christmas Potluck. It’s no wonder I’m already hungry. Hoping to hold out until one when the family gets together. 🙂

Merry Christmas to you and yours. 🙂

Wishing You Days Like This

When it’s not always raining there’ll be days like this
When there’s no one complaining there’ll be days like this
When everything falls into place like the flick of a switch
Well my mama told me there’ll be days like this
When you don’t need to worry there’ll be days like this
When no one’s in a hurry there’ll be days like this
When you don’t get betrayed by that old Judas kiss
Oh my mama told me there’ll be days like this
When you don’t need an answer there’ll be days like this
When you don’t meet a chancer there’ll be days like this
When all the parts of the puzzle start to look like they fit
Then I must remember there’ll be days like this
When everyone is up front and they’re not playing tricks
When you don’t have no freeloaders out to get their kicks
When it’s nobody’s business the way that you wanna live
I just have to remember there’ll be days like this
When no one steps on my dreams there’ll be days like this
When people understand what I mean there’ll be days like this
When you ring out the changes of how everything is
Well my mama told me there’ll be days like this


The musical film Xanadu was released in 1980, way way back when I was not yet a teenager. My cousins and I loved the movie almost as much as we loved Grease (John Travolta and Olivia Newton John), but Xanadu held a special meaning for us. There were nine sisters in the story and, well we were as close as sisters, my cousins and I. Plus, they were on roller skates! Hey, don’t laugh, roller skates was the big thing back in the early eighties. I did not remember much else from the movie, except that it was also a love story and the nine sisters were magical, or at least from another realm, so I researched the movie for this post and the back story on the nine sisters is actually pretty interesting. 
They were the nine muses in Greek mythology, daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne, and they supported and encouraged mankind, enhancing imagination and inspiration of artists, musicians, historians and astronomers.
In Xanadu, Terpischore (known as Kira in the movie) is the muse of dance and song and she breaks the rules when she falls in love with the man she is supposed to inspire. He, Sonny, becomes friends with an older gentleman, portrayed by Gene Kelly, and Kira encourages them to form a partnership together. Eventually, Sonny learns who Kira really is and follows her through a portal to her own realm where he is told off by Zeus. Kira’s mother stands up for her and convinces her husband to allow Kira to return to our world to help Sonny fulfill his dream of opening a nightclub. 
Kira and her sisters dance at the nightclub on opening night and the movie ends with us wondering if Zeus and Mnemosyne decided to let Kira stay with Sonny for a “moment, or maybe forever”. Seems like the immortal Greek gods couldn’t be bothered with the concept of ‘time’ and luckily for Kira and Sonny, a moment for immortals is a lifetime for mankind. 


When I was a little girl my parents loved the music of Kenny Rogers. They played his albums over and over again. Many evenings, especially on weekends, they’d play his songs. Hearing these songs takes me back to our the house I grew up in, lying on the music room floor with my sister, listening to my parents sing along to The Gambler, Coward of the County, Lucille and Ruby. 

Jade Dancer

I dance constantly. My hips have a mind of their own. There are times I have found myself thinking about a song or a performance and come to a sudden realization (sometimes prompted by people giving me strange looks) that my hips are moving. Dancing out loud, if you will.

This happened to me once when I was working at a mall kiosk. I was casually pacing while thinking about a performance I had done and how it could be revamped when I noticed that some guys who worked at a nearby store were staring at me. I then realized that my hips were reacting to my thoughts of dancing. I proceeded to casually pace my way over to my cash wrap and start doing some paperwork. “Who me? Dancing? I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

A more recent incident occurred last month while I was visiting my family in Portland, OR. We decided to go to Jam, a popular brunch spot. There was a bit of a wait–45 minutes or so–and no sitting room in the waiting area. So we hung out on the rain drenched street, huddled under the awning, engaging in conversation in front of Jam’s window along with other waiting, rain-soaked people. I was standing with my back against the window, and my hips started doing an alternating hip lift with a double lift every third one. (My hips often start creating patterns when I am waiting for something, especially if I’m cold.) I did this for a few minutes without paying it much attention. I glanced back into the restaurant to realize there was a table right behind me, about eye level with my behind. There I was, shaking my butt in these people’s faces while they were trying to enjoy their blueberry pancakes! Oops.

Similarly, I often break into dance while I am brushing my teeth, cooking , trying to get ready for work… Sometimes, I just can’t hold it in any longer!

Sometimes, like the urge to dance, inspiration comes at inconvenient times. Ideas for blog posts often come to me in the middle of a hectic work deadline and I have to quickly find a pen and paper and frantically try to get it down on paper while it’s fresh. Or sometimes when I’m driving, I’ll suddenly have amazing visions of choreographies and have to frantically jot them down as soon as I stop somewhere. If I wait and try to recall it later when it’s stale and I’m tired, it just never blossoms the same as when the inspiration is fresh.

Belly dance, it’s an addiction.

Guest post by Jade Dancer. Her beautiful blog can be found here. Thank you Jade. 


Iris – Goo Goo Dolls
And I’d give up forever to touch you
Cuz I know that you feel me somehow
You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be
And I don’t want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cuz sooner or later it’s over
I just don’t want to miss you tonight
And I don’t want the world to see me
Cuz I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you’d bleed just to know you’re alive
And I don’t want the world to see me
Cuz I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I don’t want the world to see me
Cuz I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I don’t want the world to see me
Cuz I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am

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