Kate is a Song-writer, an Artist, and a Kung Fu Teacher. She loves exploring a multitude of creative paths, and finds joy in inspiring others to do the same.
The Book of Denya Léna
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Their rising came with the reading of the fourth chapter of the Book of Denya Léna, and by that time the people expected them. They had come to accept that all of the young witch's predictions came to pass soon after the words upon the page were consumed by human eyes, and they spent the few days leading up to the arrival of the dragons going about their business with hands cupped against brows, shading their eyes as they looked to the sky.
- Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
The Wraith of Selkie Island
Cece Gray had been on the island for two days and two nights before her life was changed forever. She had arrived by local fishing boat to the isolated rock, with its tiny cabin nestled into the rugged cliffside, where she planned to make her home for the next two weeks. Her intention was to focus on her painting; the Red Rou Gallery expected eight new pieces from her by the end of August—next month—and Cece was in need of inspiration.
Keep My Lessons Gentle
This song addresses the bravery it takes sometimes, to go deep into the work we need to do for our own healing. It’s about being afraid to surrender, and asking to be held in love. I hope it may be of service to you if you ever need some soothing and support in “diving in.”
A Matter of Perspective
I got called to my son’s school one afternoon, to talk to the principal. It was a surprise to hear from the office; Davey was a soft-spoken, shy kind of boy, and he had never caused trouble before, so I was curious about what might have happened.
Jilly the Spy
I pull the saw back and forth, back and forth, and watch a spray of tan-coloured dust fall around the base of the tree trunk. It’s not very thick—maybe six inches in diameter—but it takes a good deal of my strength to coax the blade through the dense wood.
Will o' the Wisp
I never saw a fairy before that night—the most horrible night of my life. And that includes the time when I was maybe eight years old, and my older brother Tommy dared me to run around the house naked after dark, to prove I wasn’t a baby anymore. Then he locked me outside in the cold October night for six hours while he watched The Simpsons and ate potato chips on the couch.