Kate Sutherland
Bio
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.
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Stories (43/0)
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.
By Kate Sutherland2 years ago in Fiction
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.”
By Kate Sutherland2 years ago in Poets
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.
By Kate Sutherland3 years ago in Fiction
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.
By Kate Sutherland3 years ago in Fiction
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.
By Kate Sutherland3 years ago in Fiction
Beautiful Hard Road
They had been driving the Alaskan highway for two days, along winding roads that hugged rugged mountainsides, and Wren did her best to take in the beauty. Each curve they rounded revealed a new panorama of vast wilderness—huge swelling hills, crystal-clear lakes that glowed aquamarine against their rocky shores, luscious green valleys and an endless sky.
By Kate Sutherland3 years ago in Fiction
Stinking Roger
A lady with curly purple-white hair wearing a housecoat shuffles down the stone path in her back yard. It’s six a.m., and the birds are still singing their morning greeting to the day. In her right hand is a steaming mug of lemon balm tea, and she is frowning attentively at the moving surface of the hot liquid as she walks along, careful not to spill. In her left hand, she holds a round cushion with tassels at the seams.
By Kate Sutherland3 years ago in Fiction