My dream job is in Toronto. Like any good Canadian I love Montreal. But I love Toronto even more and would be so happy to live there.
So, why do I mention it? Because I was born to share I guess. My need to share comes out of years of experience. No, I am not speaking about actual paying-job experience. I’ve had little enough of that. I mean the sort of experience one gets from years of job-hunting, groveling before gatekeepers and volunteering help wherever and whenever I have seen a real need.
If I were a salesman I might tell you that you’d better jump at this job since the offer is only open for one or two more days. Sigh, how many times have we heard that one?
So … My name is Sharon (I love how that sounds like sharin’) and here is the dream job I found today.
And why would I need a job, some might ask. Don’t I already have so much to do in my lovely studio at 212 St Andrew Street in Bathurst? Yes, but like most artists I am unable to make a living by my art. While I love what I do, winter is coming, NBPower rates will be going up and the studio will be getting cold. Already I must wear a warm sweater and leg warmers. Soon I will be wearing gloves to work as I did when I rented my studio at the Doucet-Hennessy House a few years back. This year I am presented with an additional challenge. A broken leg keeps me somewhat immobile and unable to move around enough to keep warm while I am working.
Just an afterthought?
Some might say yes
But I think not.
For those of us
Who live as we do
Along this Bay
Where jobs are few
Our young can’t stay
Not much for big
And glossy malls
But love is here
Within our walls
Of church and school
Where caring people dwell
We don’t need much
To keep us warm
Through all those months
Of winter storms
A couple of cords
Of wood will do
Will pull us through
Until almost into May
The ground beneath
And trees above
Show us green
And mourning doves
Will soon be cooing
And on our bay
With ice all gone
Boats fly again
Across our waves
We see them now
Our hope restored
Yet one more year
The spring has come
Our kids come home
From schools away
Back to our shores
We watch together
Sing our songs
Light our beacons
Along the shores
Each of us building
Our sacred space
Within the comfort
Of our Bay
Our beautiful Bay
Our own T Chaleur
Well George … Almost time to be thinking about the Garden of Artists …
Maybe write a poem or a song … Paint a picture … a vision of Spring …
Yes, I realize it’s still bitterly cold around the shores of Chaleur Bay. But the thaw has to happen eventually.
What is it? What is the Spring Garden of Artists? Well since you seem interested …
February begins with a new Celtic season appropriate to thinking about gardens and planning for Spring and getting things ready.
No George … The Spring Garden of Artists is Not an English Country Garden … Not at all … More like a Wild Flower Garden.
The Garden of Artists is not about neat little plots or pc containers with well-defined labels lined up according to tongues or nationalities or politics. Neither is about gender nor religious beliefs.
The Garden of Artists It is about independent artists getting together and sharing art … Visual art … Music … Songs … Drama … Creative Writing … Dance …
No George, I have no idea what sort of flowers will sprout. That’s the thing about wildflowers. You may spread the seeds but you never know how they will take or what wonder-blooms might appear …
A woman senior is especially vulnerable.
100% of 0 is 0. That appears to be how the world has balanced her worth.
Cease and Desist
Well George, it is almost that time of year and I've decided to take your advice.
Cease and desist providing free entertainment for the masses.
As of November 1st, 2014 I begin work on my book and I'll probably be too busy to come by for our little chats.
You can still visit me if you wish ...
Time of year? Oh, well don't you know that the old Celtic year fades away on October 31?
... And every year on November 1st we Celts set out on some quest or begin a new project or take on a new job. Not just another list of resolutions too soon forgetten, George. We take action. It's the Celtic Way.
Happy 1st of November George. Happy Celtic New Year.
Think of me as off sailing my phantom ship for the next several months.
If you really need to reach me ... Try ... http://chaleurbay.com