Singing with the Robins

Here’s some of my singing attempts…

’cause I haven’t seen Barbados, so I must get out of this

Holocene (Bon Iver) Cover


Me and a Gun (Tori Amos) Cover


Pissing in a River (Patti Smith) Cover


Professional Widow (Tori Amos) Cover


Blood Roses (Tori Amos) Cover


Personally, I love getting older. I love being 35. I’ve tackled so many body issues and now I feel I’ve grown into my body, into my face, into my spirit. I love not expecting myself to look like a teenager anymore. It’s about freedom and honouring myself and being raw — being me. No apologies, no doubts, no crushing myself into someone else’s square or playing by someone else’s rules.


Poo! (Stories of Willow’s Dragon)

Let me introduce Willow’s stuffy, Poo! Poo is a little blue dragon with a BIG personality. He squawks more than talks, but gestures very succinctly. He likes to drive, especially a snowplow, and flies a plane. He has MANY accessories, including wigs, and likes to dress to impress. He has his Little-Bo-Peep moments but likes to chill with the guys too. His special talent is his tail-stand! It takes a lot of effort but is very impressive. He has a song, too —

Who’s the poo?

Poo’s the poo!

(…repeat many times…)

He gets into everything we’re eating and thus needs a lot of nose-washing. He is very attached to Kai and Katie-Lynn and likes to fling pudding when he’s upset.

Poo tucks me in every night and takes off my glasses (with Willow’s help), then squawks at the mice that live in the ceiling… He’s pretty demanding but that’s just ’cause Poo knows best!

That’s just a little tiny bit of what goes on daily in our life with Poo ๐Ÿ™‚


Inuit Snow Goggles

I made polymer clay snow goggles as an amulet, and then realized they fit my stuffed hamster, Hammy…so of course now they are his. Hammy has always been the mysterious sort. (Also note Willow’s dragon, Poo, who has antlers I needle felted.)

You wouldn’t believe the adventures of Poo and Hammy if I told you!



I’ve been doing really well these days and feeling happy. I found a book at the library by stroke of sheer luck, since our library is so small, which is all about Inuit culture in the people’s own words. There’s a whole chapter on shamanism. I love it so much that Willow ordered me a copy of my own as a present — it’s a real treat!

I’m learning a lot about Inuit shamanism, which reflects the typical beliefs of core shamanism, but is complex and fascinating in its own right. Respect for the land and the spirits and animals is the centre of everything.

แ‘แ“ดแ•แ“‚แ•†แ”ญแ•‹! (Tusarnirijara: I like the sound of it!)

I managed to get Inuktitut syllabics on my computer, so I’m learning to write Inuktitut in the proper script.

I love Inuktitut because:

  1. แฑแ…แ”ชแ‘ฏแ“—แ’ƒ (Piujukuluk — it is beautiful).
  2. แ‘แ“ดแ•แ“‚แ•†แ”ญแ•‹! (Tusarnirijara — I like the sound of it!)
  3. My spirit helper… แ‘‘แ™ตแ’ƒ ….I call her Uvanga… แ…แ•™แ–“ ย …is prodding me along and learning about Inuit culture makes my soul sing.


(Sedna by Antony Galbraith)