There is no one to teach me the songs that bring the
Moon Bird, the fish or any other thing that makes me what I am.
No old women to mend my spirit by preaching the culture to me
No old man with the knowledge to paint me being.
The spectre of the past is what dwells within
I search my memory of early days to try to make my presence real, significant, whole.
I will be uploading some images from our sessions in this space soon...
Thank you Peter H co-ordinator of the C. Education for Homeless Program and to Judy Brophy for helping the whole show come together.... we have all been nervous for the past few weeks wondering whether the doors would open to us to let the course happen... and it has.... thanks to a cast of people all working furiously in the background... We are simply the lucky ones who get to sit on the stage and have a party.....