BC Born activist, Mother & Grandmother. Raised in Music and counter culture. My Pen name is an ode to my matrelineal lineage who are from St Erth. I look forward to entertaining you and growing as a writer.
Eradicating Poverty, Unifying Inventors
I am a writer, mother, grandmother, innovator, upcycler, and reluctant receiver of outlandish utility bills. I live with mostly first world problems, I don’t have to worry about bombs dropping on my neighbourhood, if I can get clean water for my family, or healthy food, and electricity.
The Bodhisattva Experiment
Hidden in plain site, they said, it will not be difficult they said. The finest accommodations and the support of the realms while you are on your mission they said.
How I Grow & Make CBD Topicals
First, sorry for the super creepy way this cover photo shows in the preview 😂🎼 Second, topical thc, or cbd will not make you high.
Woman of the Waking Dream
The Day began like any other, in the kitchen making breakfast and cleaning up from the tumultuous whirlwind that my three sons create as they greet each day. This day was different, as my Mom had come to visit and we were doing the dishes together.
Make Waves Not War
The dramatic title does not overstate the damage we are doing to our oceans, our planet, and to ourselves. When you look out to the horizon, from the shore or a ship, you can only see the surface. What lays beneath the depths we can only guess.
A little Pink, Alot Of Punk, and a Rockband.
Highschool in the eighties, in one of the roughest cities in B.C. held the throws of punk rock at its pinnacle. Safety pinned eyebrows, studded leather everything, and mohawks were an everyday experience in the hallways of West Whalley Highschool. The rude interruption of disco had been forcibly stuffed into a locker, where it belonged. The Sex pistols, Vice Squad, The Dead Milkmen,Day Glo abortions,The Misfits, the Ramones, and Skinny Puppy had put it there.
Prisms, Schisms, & Self Induced Rhythms
The treasure that the eye can see Beholder does define Of Love and light to bend and strain Reveal its Cosmic Prime It’s number naught but infinite
The Pleas and Prayers rang out, as if from all directions, as I descended into sleep. My mind never resists when head hits pillow. The instant draw outside of my body, a rarity, and for them to be so immediate, so insistent.