The Calgary Collection

I feel very proud to be included in the second season of The Calgary Collection. The Calgary Collection exists to showcase and share the beauty and framework of folk music in our city. Through a series of short film portraits of songwriters, singers, musicologists and instrumentalists ― the films explore what it means to be a folk musician in Calgary.
On a June day, we heard a knock at the front door of our home, along came Mike Tod, Gillian McKercher and the rest of the film crew. We sat in our beloved jam room and talked for hours about folk music, singing, those who inspire us and what it means to be alive. We sang, we cried and we laughed. Everybody involved in the project carried a creative spirit and most importantly, a tender heart. I left the day feeling like the little bird that lives in my heart had been set free.

I will remain in awe that I was given this opportunity to sing, play my banjo and give my thoughts on what folk music means to me.  To be among these talented artists who paint songs and give purpose to those who are listening makes me feel incredibly grateful! You can watch my videos above and find the series of film portraits for this season and the previous one at 

The rose petal dress

I am a winter born girl who is desperate for warmth in the floorboards. I cannot live a life where I wander purposely, always searching for where the sunshine grows, nor can I live a life chasing darkness just to call myself a better poet. I am not only happy, I am not only sad. I am both of these feelings in the same day. Sometimes, and only sometimes, sadness will consume me and render me its student. This is how I felt before writing my last blog post. I was sad and no amount of music or birdwatching could wake me from the sour taste of wanting to feel better and not knowing how.

I moped to my mother. I put blame on my lover. I crept and cried while the hands on the clock moved slowly. I wondered if the feeling would lift the same way forgiveness keeps a friendship or clouds part after a rainstorm. I knew in my heart, time would be kind to me. I would return to my body and reconnect my head with my soul. I would once again be the winter born girl who had songs of summertime in her bones.

Today as I write to you, I feel like happiness is here, between the belly and the bone. I sat on the floor of a book store and I heard children laughing. I looked out of my kitchen window at midnight and saw a wild rabbit chasing the moon. I tasted raspberry jam on toast in the early hours. These are the tiny moments in a day that make me believe happiness is here. Sometimes, and only sometimes, sadness will consume and render me its student, but then time comes to pass and I begin to see things a little more brightly than I ever did before. If you can't let sadness help you grow, what on earth is it for?

The Outfit
Dress Chicwish
White lace blouse – Value Village
Red Tights Joe Fresh
Banjo  Dogwood Banjos

The Location 
Ravine behind my house, Calgary Alberta Canada

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