On curiosity
The harbour seal bobs, tilts, eyes. Its appearance silky, Slides amongst waves. A presence which denotes curiosity: “What the heck are those black animals doing freestyle?” Its being more accustomed to tanked, oxygenated deep divers. Above and below surface, It explores. It questions. Flips and turns, bubbles and bobs. Dynamic question marks, Inn-acted with fins. […]
Narratives 2 (The Narrative of CaRMS)
This isn’t art-fully presented (yet perhaps), but a sketch of some memories I want to remember that are quickly fading. The narrative of 3 weeks. Reflected. Of meeting new friends, Some recognized from the big screen, Or from cities in our collective past, Mere few days or few flights back. Site visits at local gluten-free […]
Morning Note
My boyfriend wrote me a little poem while I’ve been away, reassuring me while I face growing indecision and anxiety in these weeks on the CaRMS tour. Besides the silly inside jokes, I thought it was sweet enough to share. His more serious work can be found here (http://projectarctic.com). Morning Note We will land […]
A new year
My texts sit upon my friends’ bookshelf The knowledge is there Though living on the road this year has me wondering Where did I put it? It’s these moments of booking flights, Researching far off communities and programs, Preparing for random CaRMS interview questions, That I wonder what 2014 will have in store. I went […]
And Ode to CaRMS
Where I’d like to live? The question hovers my every move. Being a soon to be physician, Stepping into elite, With promises of status, respect, stability, And opportunity and choice. It’s here where I trip, hiccup, sneeze. I want to occupy the space Where the colourful canvased creatures play. In your joy as you bike […]