Writer, Mixed Media Artist, Contemplative Musician
An interactive writing event...Β "Interview a Painting"Β at Anna Yuschukβs show-Β Towards The Centre: Beholding the IntangibleΒ at Gallery Stratford, 54 Romeo Street S, Stratford, ON. Sunday, January 25, 2026 2- 4:00PM. Ev Ward will be leading you to gaze at Annaβs paintings and interactively help you give voice to your own writing. We will join together in a... Continue Reading →
And Ernie crieddeeplyprofoundly he cried for mehe cried for youhe cried for us allwe needed someoneto mournfor the worldto keen for injusticeunrighteousnessgreedinequity he cried for mehe cried for youhe cried for us allhe mourned for himselfhe mourned for mehe mourned for youhe mourned for the world for we needed someoneto keen for the children of... Continue Reading →
Wrack, a transitive verb meaning to utterly ruin. The only context I've ever used it in is 'to be wracked with guilt.' That's a pretty strong phrase. Or 'wracking my brain.' Equally violent. A new context recently came to me, that of a 'wrack line,' which is the depository of flotsam and jetsam that appears... Continue Reading →
I wouldn't call myself a quilter. In fact the idea of buying gorgeous fabric just to cut up into little pieces to meticulously stitch back together again is a bit of a paradox to me. I love to reuse fabric or create from someone else's scraps though. Way back in university days I needed something... Continue Reading →
Where? Support your favourite charitable thrift shop. Not all thrift shops are non-profit, especially VV. Choose shops run by volunteers or/and a well-recognized, respected organization or a shop run by a starving artist. With who? Carpool with friends. Why not make it a fun day! Time? Give yourself LOTS of it. Unless you have a... Continue Reading →
I've never had the nose to pick the separate aromas in a bouquet of wineit is a talent few possess rarely have I been able to sniff cologne which doesnβt then make me break out with sneezing and runny eyes I do enjoy being able to smell. What I remember is in no particular order, importance orcategory: cut... Continue Reading →
Everyone has a book insidea secret storya yarna hidden volumeInteresting how volume means1. a book or collection2. the amount of space something occupies3. power of sound or degree of loudnessEveryone has a book insideHow and when does it come out?How much space will yours take up?How much power there is in your story!Everyone has a... Continue Reading →
(thank you J & B)I sit under a blossoming treemy take-out dinnerreceiving delicate petalslike some type of sprinkling It's a hot beach dayhot enough to get mesteamed upthough not from the temperaturebut from persons not measuring upto my high expectationsI was near explosionwhen dear friends removed the pressure valveand let the steam outI was petrified... Continue Reading →
(And I don't mean needing an appointment at my salon. )One of my favourite places is a little bay on the mighty Lake Superior, Canada. It's called Katherine Cove. I've yet to learn why this special spot is named such, though there must be a certain memorable Katherine whom it memorializes.It is located in Lake... Continue Reading →
I unwrapped my muffinfound something unexpected a perfect Brigid's Crossarms equal found something unexpectedin perfect balancearms equalequilibrium portrayed on a muffin wrapper in perfect balancea reminder, a confirmation of what life feels like right nowequilibrium portrayed on a muffin wrapperan integration of love, compassion, opportunity for growth a reminder, a confirmation of what life feels... Continue Reading →
the paintbrush is smallbecause I want tomake small marksrows of dotslike the aboriginesgoing walkabout each dot a new thoughtleading to lines of inquirylines of longinggo this waygo that waylines of inquiryrequiring more and moredotstiny marks of wondertiny marks of longingtiny splashes of storydots on multicoloured landscapeeach dot a day of lifeeach dot a new thoughtleading... Continue Reading →
I love that my parentsinscribed the back of a gold wristwatch for my 21st birthdayit made it so special and rare do we only inscribe jewelry? the inscriptions on trophiesand plaques seem too frivolous, presumptuous, crass,except an Oscar hidden inscriptionsinside a locketinside a braceletseem much morequiet I can't get rid of my watch because of... Continue Reading →
snow hanging so precariouslythreatening those beneathwhacking away, a personemployed with a shovelcherry picker high in the airthe effort is hard and coldthump, down goes the threatwhat has to be whacked offthe easy stuff falls firstthen the stubborn, hard pieces, first formed, melted and reattachedlike niggling dangerous things that refuse to leavemaybe it will take a... Continue Reading →
I ordered it on eBayit sits on my windowsillothers don't know about itits secret is her favourite hymnit sits on my windowsillit's black leather with gold edges and a little red ribbonits secret is her favourite hymnit's religiousit's black leather with gold edges and a little red ribbonI reach for it when I need to... Continue Reading →
Saturday March 29th. 1-4PM Stratford. Don't miss this opportunity to immerse yourself in Music as Medicine with GARY DIGGINS. This is an afternoon workshop introduction to Soundwork as Soulwork. Experience creating intentional sound for healing. No musical experience is necessary. Just an open heart to listen deeply and be in community. I have studied with... Continue Reading →
February makes me crya mixture of snow and rainconstant greyIβm glad he died in February, why spoil another month A mixture of snow and rainmessy slushIβm glad he died in February, why spoil another monthsad ground, dirty snow and frozen mud Messy slushtrudging to the ICU, heavy footed, heavy heartedsad ground, dirty snow and frozen... Continue Reading →
Belle's SoundI love knitting with small needlesmindless rowsaccumulatingno thinking muscle memorymindless rowsclickingno thinking muscle memoryGreat Gramma Belle with needles in handclickingpure funGreat Gramma Belle with needles in handaddictionpure funaccumulatingaddiction or salvationI love knitting with small needlesEv WardJanuary 14, 2025
I've never seen a morel in the wild. I heard a radio piece about them and wondered why I'd never seen one. How does one know where to forage?Then I looked down.They say you have to know if it's true or false.Because false morels are poisonous. Then I looked down.Beware the doppelgΓ€ngers that are redder,... Continue Reading →
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