I’m happy to let you know that my book, Feeling Fortunate but Awful, is now available on Kindle and at a very reasonable price. Besides the subject of depression, the other topics I write about are: the value of authentic friendships, the importance of self-care, the role trials can play in our growth and development and the importance of creativity and spirituality in our lives.
Our body is an external shell
Our spirit what animates it
Our body matures and eventually declines
But our spirit in on a never ending journey
The delight we take in beauty and art
The creativity that flows from us
The compassion we feel for others
Our patience and perseverance
These qualities of our spirit never age
If anything they flourish in time
Experience polishes them
And makes them shine
Age is an expression of the days we’ve lived
But as far as our inner attributes are concerned
Age does not lead to decline
On the contrary
We can continue to climb
August 29th, 2016
Mommy, what happens when we die?
Death seems sad, it looks like we’re gone
And nothing remains
But our soul never dies…
Mommy, what is a ‘soul’?
your soul is your beautiful smile
Your inquisitive nature
Your kind heart
Your excitement and creativity
when you build LEGO cars…
Your sadness when your friend is down
Your curiosity to figure things out
All these questions you are asking
Are questions your soul wants to find out about!
But Mommy, then my soul is me!
But when I die I can’t see and play
You are right
Your body will no longer be there
But your soul will see in a different way
Will sense things in a new way
You will still recognize your family and friends
You can still grow and develop further
But Mommy, there is no LEGO there
What will I do
You told me before our soul is eternal
That seems like a long long time
Without toys to keep me occupied
Your soul will have other things to do
Things we don’t understand now
I promise you you won’t get bored
Yes, eternity is a long time…
So, I’ll see you when I get there
Of course my dear
I’ll wait impatiently for you
And we can be together always
That sounds good…
It’s time to sleep my dear
And dream good dreams
I’ll see you in the morning
Give you a big hug and then
You can tell me about your dreams!
July 5th, 2015
My hands miss the paper I write on
My heart misses expressing its feelings and thoughts
Where has my creativity gone?
There is some colour in my life from time to time
But shades of grey dominate
I want to leave these dreary colours behind
And so I write!
I write to feel like me again
I write to feel free again
I write to feel joy again
I write to be me again!
April 8th, 2015
The faculty that helps us create is other-worldly
Cannot be of the material world
We use elements of the material world
To create beautiful music, write beautiful poetry
Create beautiful art
But what creates it is other-worldly
And what comes from the invisible realm
Touches our heart and soul
Which belongs to the realm of the unseen
Music transports us to another time and place
Poetry sheds light on concepts that
Don’t belong to the realm of matter
Art cheers the soul!
The invisible, intangible, mysterious part of our reality
Craves beauty, and harmony and purity
And when presented with these
It feels nourished and satisfied
A sad heart is cheered by a joyous melody
A distressed soul is uplifted by the magic of poetry
The invisible is made visible by the arts
And in turn touches the invisible part of us!
November 24th, 2014
My favorite town would be a multicultural town
People of all colours and backgrounds getting along
My favorite town would be a creative town
Where artists gather
Art is appreciated
And it’s part of life
My favorite town would be sunny and warm
Warm but not hot
Lots of blue sky!
My favorite town would be a friendly town
Where people encourage each other all the time
My favorite town would be a beautiful town
Beauty of nature and man-made beauty existing side by side
My favorite town would be a colourful town
Alive with different shades and hues
Full of fun!
My favorite town would be a happy town
Laughter would be heard here and there
Giggles would fill the air
Montreal, where I live
Has many of the things that I want
Add lots of sun and warmer winters to what it has
And I’d be living in my favorite town!
November 9th, 2014
The art of life…
The hardest art to master
The lessons start when we are young
And never end like any other art!
This art’s techniques are endless
Kindness, compassion, love, honesty
Generosity, curiosity, persistence and so on
These techniques we can learn early on
But to perfect them, one needs time
There are many teachers we come across
Each teaches us something new and exciting
But mastery comes only with practice
And that part is up to us!
There may be times we wish to start a piece
We are creating over again
Times when we look at an older piece
And wonder, ‘where was my head’
Some pieces take a very long time
Some pieces feel inspired and need no effort at all!
But if we persevere
If we work hard
We can create such beauty with this art!
And old pieces may not look perfect
But they were part of the process
And we never start perfect!
October 12th, 2014
Inspired by a talk by Herbie Hancock
On creativity and art