Creative Summer

It's hard to explain what happened this summer.  Shortly after a May visit by Neil and Susan, I went on an inexplicable painting spree that started with the mural of Elsie Yanik that I wrote about in our last update, but continued with a portrait of the first Aboriginal First Nations chief in Alberta, Dorothy McDonald, on the east wall of the shop.  From there it was non-stop, producing a mural of our neighbour Norm Sutton, and multiple smaller format paintings of Miles Davis, Oscar Peterson, Bob Dylan, Keith Richards, Adam Levine, Katy Perry, and so on.

Perhaps this was an exercise in stabilizing a ship that had been rocking for some time; or perhaps it was a way to fill an excess of time during a lazy summer. As it turned out,  painting has completely supplanted fishing as my go to leisure time activity, hours of relaxation and creativity that has become an unexpected and delightfully surprising revenue source.  With two exceptions - painting I can't share as they are commissions that are being given as surprise gifts - here is my collected works produced since mid-June.

Elsie Yanik, 96" x 54", acrylic on wall

Dorothy McDonald, 96" x 60", acrylic on wall

Miles Davis, 16" x 25", acrylic on pine
GIFT

Oscar Peterson, 12 3/8" x 12 3/8", acrylic on record jacket
SOLD

Bob Dylan, 18' x 24", acrylic on canvas
SOLD

Norm Sutton, 60" x 48", acrylic on wall
COMMISSION

Adam Levine, 18" x 24", acrylic on canvas
COMMISSION

Stevie Ray Vaughan, 12" x 12", acrylic on canvas
COMMISSION

Katy Perry, 18" x 24", acrylic on canvas
COMMISSION

Keith Richards, 12" x 24", acrylic on wood
COMMISSION

Freddie Mercury, 18" x 24", acrylic on canvas
COMMISSION

Freddie Mercury No. 2, 12" x 24", acrylic on canvas
COMMISSION

Robert F. Kennedy, 18' x 24", acrylic on canvas
COMMISSION

The requests have poured in as I've shared this creative journey online.  In order to keep track of future painting projects I have about 15 photographs tacked up in my shop.  The response to this style has been nothing short of extraordinary.  Depending on size, complexity, and whether the finished work is framed or unframed, prizes have ranged from $250 to $550.  I'm overwhelmed and delighted that this has turned into a great injection to our vacation fund.  I never would have guessed it was possible.

Dylan had an outstanding life-altering experience at Artstrek in July, Alberta's provincial theatre camp held in Red Deer.  He lights up and bubbles over when describing it to people.  It is completely obvious that he thrives in a creative, social, and exploratory environment.  He made many new friends and has set himself up incredibly well to transition into Westwood Community High School, which has a thriving drama program led by a good friend of ours who also played my lovely wife, Madame Thenardier from Les Mis, Terri Mort.  

Ben is about to complete his three week adventure with DramaFORCE at Keyano Theatre.  The 19 students in the drama intensive have put together a stunning production of Aladdin Jr. in that short amount of time.  We were able to all attend the opening performance yesterday.  Ben did an outstanding job, singing, acting, and dancing as Razoul.  We are very proud of his work ethic, teamwork, and talent.

We enjoyed a short but excellent visit with the Wagner side of the family during our annual summer get together, this time in Crownest Pass, on the August long weekend.  The highlight had to be our Crowsnest Pass scavenger hunt, which you can read about in detail by clicking here. Here are a few photo memories worth sharing.

Don't those pictures look intriguing?  Bet you want to go read about the Crowsnest Pass scavenger hunt now.  It was such a hoot, and a great way to spend time together as a family.

Most of us went on a search for Window Mountain the following day.  We didn't quite find it, but we sure enjoyed breathing the wonderful mountain air and doing a vigorous hike.

On our final day, Ben and I went parkouring on Frank Slide, jumping from rock to rock looking for the sculpture he had made the previous day during the scavenger hunt.  We never did find it, but we sure had find searching for it.

I'm grateful that this family tradition was started and that each year we reconvene for some quality time together. It was only a couple of days, but they were very good days indeed.

As we wile away the rest of the summer, Dylan and I have one more trip before the fall kicks in.  We will be off to Mindcamp on the 19th.  He'll be serving as a "Banana", or a conference helper, while I'll be filling my mind attending multiple sessions over three days.

Summer will come to a close with a pretty significant milestone for Heather.  After many months of waiting, she finally has a surgery date.  We will travel down to Edmonton on August 28th as her pituitary procedure is slated for the following day.  The doctors anticipate she will spend 3 or 4 days post-surgery in hospital (U of A).  I will be staying with her the entire time, with my home base being at Graham and Jenn's house, just a short drive away across the river. (Thank you. Thank you. Thank you Graham and Jenn)  Neil and Susan has generously offered to travel to Fort McMurray to be with the boys while they begin the school term.  (Thank you. Thank you. Thank you Neil and Susan)

We anticipate very positive results and a speedy and complete recovery, but would appreciate all the positive thoughts and prayers you can offer.  

Obviously, there is no shortage of things to share in our happy, healthy, creative life in the north.  I'll close with the very positive thought that my job with the United Way of Fort McMurray is going spectacularly well.  It is fulfilling, challenging, and inspiring - a great combination.  I also get to work with an awesome group of people (pictured above).  Yes, I'm the token male in the group, but I'm OK with that.  I'm comfortable in my masculinity (LOL).  

Enjoy the rest of your summer!

The Lord Provides...

Our world has changed in a month.  Uncle Joe, who was perpetually the first to respond to the Wood Buffalo Update, has left us, though not before leaving an impression on the world that will resonate for generations.  I will miss his thoughtful observations, words of encouragement and the flavour he added to life.

My time at Keyano College came to a close on May 30th, as I handed in my keys and walked out the door after 15 years.  I spent the next week working a short-term contract for Arts Council Wood Buffalo, helping the new executive director get introduced to the organization and the community.  A promising seed that had been planted one month earlier broke through the soil last Friday and I began my new job the following Tuesday.  In the end, I was unemployed for one single day.

Backing up just a bit, Heather and I made the big leap to incorporate last month. I knew that the direction I was going would include a substantial amount of contract work.  So, rather than the two of us each having sole proprietorships, we decided to get Birdsong Connections Inc. off the ground.

The decision made, we went through the incorporation process, got our business license and unveiled a logo.  Designed by my friend Adityo in Indonesia, it speaks to both Heather and I in terms of its earthiness, elegance and simplicity.  Response to the logo has been phenomenal.  I did my first contract on Thursday, organizing the hiring of artists for a Suncor event.

Heather will soon be launching her H3 program as part of Birdsong Connections.  I won't presume to explain it, except to say that while I will be working with organizations and systems, Heather will be working with individuals to help them work toward a healthy, happy, harmonious life (hence, the H3 program name).  She will be continuing the bulk of her other work through the Ananda Center for Balance: yoga instruction, yoga teacher training, reiki, craniosacral therapy, etc.

She is away this weekend at some training sessions down south. Despite being out of town, she still was able to audition for TEDx Fort McMurray over Skype yesterday.  She had put this aspiration out to the universe a year ago, and followed through with her dream to present "the talk of her life" as part of this prestigious event scheduled for September.

My new job!  I am the Director of Communications and Community Impact for the United Way of Fort McMurray.  In addition to leading the communications effort, I will be team lead on the development of a major social profit (nonprofit) shared space centre in Shell Place, which is the new addition to the Suncor Community Leisure Centre on MacDonald Island.  Already the largest community recreational facility in the country, it will be even larger when the new development gets opened up in spring 2015.

I'm currently working out of The Redpoll Centre, also a social profit shared space, just a lot smaller than the one we'll be opening up at Shell Place.  It is a convenient three block walk from the house.  Dad was pretty excited about this fact.

As with every job, there is a learning curve, which I'm going through in earnest right now. Thankfully, I had been collaborating with the United Way on several other initiatives over the years, so I have a healthy head start.

While Heather was out of town this weekend, I set out to paint a large portrait of Metis elder Elsie Yanik on a spot on our shed that had been tagged out in the back alley.  She is 96 years old and received an honourary doctor of laws degree from the University of Alberta on my birthday, just a few days ago.  I had run into her at an event two weeks ago.

"Elsie, I have some disturbing news for you," I said.

"What's that?" she asked.

"I'm going to be painting a portrait of you, 8-feet tall and 5-feet wide."

"What??"

"When I'm done, I'll be sure to bring you over to see it.  If you don't like, be sure to lie!"

She laughed and laughed.  I hopes she likes the end result. She's pretty excited to see it.  I just got off the phone with her. Had she not been in her sleeping clothes, she might have allowed me to pick her up to see it tonight. Instead, we will bring her over on Tuesday.  I can't wait to post the picture of Elsie getting a #SelfieWithElsie.

My public art project was capped off by the installation of a simple bench made from boards that Ben found along the Athabasca River today.  It's an amazing spot, a perfect sanctuary for reflection...when the mosquitos are not biting.

Happy Father's Day from all of us to all of you.

New Beginnings

Ben snapped a picture of me jumping off the picnic table, seemingly suspended in the air.  The image captures how I feel about the upcoming change in my professional life, now a mere two weeks away.  My secondment to Arts Council Wood Buffalo will come to an end, as will my 15 years of service at Keyano College.

At first, I was having panic attacks with the thought of leaving the nest of a steady income and the comfortable safety net offered by Keyano College.  I would sit on the sofa, imagine being totally unemployed with no prospects, and my heart would start to race and beads of sweat began forming on my brow.  I was petrified.

When the news came that I wouldn't be getting the permanent executive director role with the Arts Council, it felt like a kick in the gut, to be completely honest.  But, I quickly reframed the situation, realizing that I could now move forward and freely explore new opportunities.  I wrote a blog (At the crossroads) sharing the news that for the first time in 25 years, I would be out of a job come May 31st.  There is an advantage to having a large social network, especially when you want to get the word out fast about something.  Almost immediately, employment and contract overtures starting falling from the sky.  It's been a remarkable couple of weeks, being reminded that I have a toolbox of skills and experiences that are in demand.

I'm still in the phase of sorting out the details of what the future will look like, which, for the moment, precludes me from being specific.  However, I can share that contract and job opportunities have popped up that would leverage my strengths in strategic communication, social media, event planning, facilitation and community development.  Everything that I'm exploring resides in the social profit (nonprofit) sector, which makes me incredibly happy.

Meanwhile, Heather and I continue to talk about incorporating.  Rather than having two sole proprietorships, it would be more advantageous to roll things into a single business entity.  We're playing with naming ideas and looking into the details.

I'll be drafting a reflection/gratitude piece in the coming days, about what my 15 years at Keyano College has meant to me and our family.  We'll be forever grateful to Julie Brown for taking a leap of faith in bringing me over from the radio station back in 1999.  In the cradle of the College, I was able to develop a broad set of skills, participate in great learning opportunities, and reap the benefits of working with some amazing people.  Yes, there were some incredibly difficult times - employee challenges, leadership change, arts programming cuts - but they only added to the value of the experience.  There will be no anger, resentment or regret at the end of the month when I pass in my keys and do my out clearance.  There will only be appreciation, respect, and a treasure trove of great memories.

What a great time of year to go through a transition.  Spring, which came late and only now has settled in, has brought with it optimism and hope.  The grass is beginning to turn green, the leaf buds are forming, and our backyard has turned into a remarkable bird sanctuary.  Bohemian waxwings, red-winged blackbirds, purple finches, evening grosbeaks and yellow-bellied sapsuckers swoop in by the dozens, enjoying the offerings of the bird feeder and the fermenting berries on the tree behind the shop.  We have a set of binoculars on the windowsill, at the ready to identify new species that seem to arrive on a weekly basis.

The warmer weather has also allowed me to get back fishing on the Athabasca.  Heather's brother Michael was a little jealous seeing the above photo on Facebook.  I caught a beautiful 68 cm walleye on my first outing.  Two days later, I caught another, almost as big: 66 cm - a great way to start the season.

Heather is feeling fantastic these days, pursuing her professional aspirations with amazing energy, enthusiasm and vision.  There has been no word about a surgery date.  Instead of worrying about it, she is moving forward will full intention and attention.  Heather is a force to be reckoned with.

Dylan is nearing the end of Grade 9 and getting increasingly excited about his summer trip to Red Deer for Artstrek, the provincial theatre camp for teens.  There is no question that his experiences with Les Mis and Hometown...The Musical! have inspired him to continue his dramatic explorations.  Like his father, he also enjoys his politics, and was thrilled to be able to get up close and personal with Trudeau-the-younger.

He also continues to educate the gaming community with his series of "Let's Play" videos.  You can check one out below.

Ben is sliding to the end of Grade 5.  His favourite activity is something called parkour.

The above definition gives you a sense of what it is.  Here are some pictures to give you a better sense.

You can also watch a short film he made of his parkour exploits.

Neil and Susan (Heather's dad and mom) arrive on Saturday for a much-anticipated visit.  It will be nice to have them around for a few days.

My mom (Loraine) celebrates her birthday tomorrow.  She will be a spry 71 years young.  I wish we could be there to celebrate, but we'll have to send our love from a distance.

All the best from all of us.

The final curtain

Heather had shared with me that she planned to see Les Mis twice, once on opening night, and a second time on what she thought was to be closing night, on the second Saturday.

"I'm bringing a special guest," she said.  "Someone you haven't seen in a long time."

I didn't push it, but my brain was whirring a hundred miles an hour trying to figure out who it might be.  As the weeks and performances flew by, I became somewhat convinced it was Mom who would be joining Heather for that Saturday night show, though I sometimes drifted toward Susan (Heather's Mom) and Katherine (sister-in-law).  Then she threw a wrench in the works.

"I didn't say the special guest was necessarily coming from out of town."

She fed that clue to me the day before the guest was the arrive.  That caused me to rethink everything, and I began to imagine someone closer to home either making the trip across town or up the highway from Edmonton.  In the end, I was convinced that it was Graham who was going to show up unannounced wanting to see the boys in their first production.

We got home from the show that Friday night, shortly after 11 pm, and Heather was still awake - no surprise, as it was a weekend.  What I didn't realize is that she had had quite a busy evening, and had planted a surprise for me of which I was completely unaware.

I got up the following morning, one week ago today, a little later than normal as my body and mind were exhausted from many 18-hour days in a row, running from work to the theatre.  I heard a noise when I was in the washroom, an unfamiliar clunking, which caused me to think that Ben must have gotten up already.  I came out, wandered into the kitchen and saw Mom sitting at the dining room table.

It was such a powerful moment: my brain frantically trying to process what I was seeing, my heart bursting with surprise, delight and love.  I had been completely bamboozled and I was so grateful.

I checked in on a Dylan several hours later, letting him know that "our special guest had arrived."  His eyes lit up, and he ambled up the stairs almost immediately.  His reaction was beautiful.  He let out this epic sigh of satisfaction and embraced his mémère.

Ben was less demonstrative, but enjoyed the visit and was proud to give mémère the grand tour of the stage and set after the performance that night.

Our time together was short but rich, and Mom was able to see the show twice.  She was there when the curtain dropped for the final time, after the encore on closing night.  It had been quite a journey from the auditions back in September to singing rehearsals in December to the six weeks of putting it all together in the New Year.  The emotions were free flowing, with many people, including myself, weeping openly.

That final performance was special; no one could deny it.  There was an energy, a heightened awareness that this was our last hurrah, the final time we would sing those amazing songs and play with that extraordinary group of people.

Dylan and I were in a number of scenes together.  In every other performance, we quietly stood on stage left waiting for our entrance for the "Attack on Rue Plumet", both facing the stage, lined up behind Norm Sutton, our neighbour, just out of the view of the audience.  On this last night, I turned around and gave Dylan a big hug.  In many ways, that was our special moment, a private acknowledgement of the gift we had been given in being able to be a part of this production, together.

It was a whirlwind of activity when everything was done: actors getting out of costume, taking off make-up, handing in their body microphones, cleaning up their dressing rooms.  Mom sat with Ben out in the back waiting area as Dylan and I finished up.  I passed several young members of the cast as we made our way out, crying openly, despondent that the journey had come to an end.

Ben was sitting silent, next to Mom, looking as sad as I have ever seen him - two big tears coursing down his face, one on each cheek.  That image will be cemented in my memory forever as a reminder of what Les Mis meant to all of us.

And while Heather wasn't part of the show, she spent an afternoon helping out with some costumes, including doing some work on my character's apron, which made it feel to me like she was there in spirit, every time I crossed from the wings into the playing area, becoming Monsieur Thendardier, the "Master of the House".

I've been involved with many productions over the years, many groups of disparate individuals who coalesced into cohesive ensembles and put on great shows.  But there was something special and unique about this particular experience.  Perhaps it was the story, imbued with themes of forgiveness, second chances and infinite grace?  Perhaps it was the family factor that enhanced the emotional arc of the journey?  There were lots of connections: father/son(s) - 2, mother/daughter - 1, husband/wife - 2, and a set of brothers.

Jonathan Bowers, a member of the acting ensemble and one of the brothers, wrapped things up beautifully in his submission to the Epilogue, a collection of personal reflections from over half the participants who chose to share their thought on my blog.

It would be truly impossible to describe or to put into words the bond we've all shared through an experience like this. The only way to truly understand would be to experience it for yourself. That final moment before we went our separate ways to prepare for the final show is one I will never forget. 

For my part, I'll take away fond memories, unforgettable acquaintances and new friendships. Sharing in all of your struggles, challenges, triumphs and failures, has been one of the greatest pleasures and honors I could ever ask for. There are so many tales to tell from this journey that I wouldn't even know where to begin telling them all. 

But every beginning has an end.  

The inn won't open today.  

The barricades will no longer be built.  

The guns have fallen silent for the last time.  

My friends, my friends, don't ask me what it all was for.  

We already know.

To the Barricades

As soon as we got off the plane, returning from our week away in Mexico over the New Year, we stepped into a January that we knew was going to be rather full.  The month hasn't disappointed us, dishing out a full meal of daytime and nighttime adventures that have been both decadently tasty and intensely interesting.

Dylan, Ben and I have been immersed in rehearsals for Les Mis, moving into blocking rehearsals two days after getting off the plane.  We are three weeks away from opening the show and we have run the whole thing three times now.  Today will make a fourth and possibly a fifth trips through acts one and two.

As with the other productions I've been involved with over the last few years (The Farnsworth Invention and Hometown...The Musical!) a blog series is chronicling the journey.  "To the Barricades" is up to Volume 13 already and is being widely read by cast and crew members, their family and friends, and a few others.  For me, it's a great creative outlet and an excellent way to share an experience that is largely foreign to most people.

Dylan and Ben are loving being a part of the show, even more so than I ever could have imagined.  Dylan, on the one hand, is Mr. Social.  He can often be seen laughing in the wings, commiserating with Tanner, Samson or Kyle, frolicking in the fellowship of an extraordinary shared experience.

Ben, on the other hand, is more serious.  He is always thinking ahead to what's coming up next, following along with the scene, and often mouthing the words to whatever is being sung.  Early on in the process, he seemed to know every single lyric in this long musical. 

Interestingly, I'm a conglomeration of the two, or they are a divergent product of me.  I love the social aspects of the experience, but only during breaks.  When someone is working, even if it's not me, I'm focused in the wings, thinking of my next entrance and following along.

"Why are you shaking so much in 'The Bargain' scene?" Ben asked me the other day, sounding a little concerned that I might be showing signs of early onset Parkinson's.

He made me stop and think, because Claude (the director) had noticed that during one particular scene my right hand was busy shaking through the whole song.  

"I think that's acting," I said.  "But, it's not something that I'm aware that I am doing."

When I cross that invisible line between offstage and on, I walk into the physical body of someone else.  I don't think about it. It's not calculated nor contrived.  It just happens.

With the show completely blocked and everybody off book, we are now into adding layers, details that elevate the story and create the magic that over 5,000 patrons will enjoy starting on our preview performance on February 13th.  The next 20 days will include the addition of costumes, make up, large set pieces, and lights.  

Heather has been very patient with us through a month that has seen us gone on many evenings and through much of the weekends. It helps that Claude and Tiffany are staying with us, on several levels.  They have grown into our dearest friends in the world, and having them around just feels good.  It also helps that Claude not only loves to cook, he is an outstanding chef, and the food we get when he is around is off the charts amazing.

Just returned from being in Edmonton for about three days, Heather did a series of meditation recordings that she is going to market online.  With the help of another good friend, Pat Marchand, an audio engineer, it sounds like it worked out brilliantly.  Soon you'll be able to download soothing and soul enhancing meditations featuring Heather's marvellous voice.  

Arts Council Wood Buffalo, the Premier's Council on Culture, ConvergenceYMM, Social Prosperity, Strategy Road Map, and Nexus North are all keeping me activated and engaged outside of rehearsals.  They are all titles of organizations, projects or events, but the individual words tell a story of where my focus is this days, the first word being the fulcrum.  When I said after losing the election that "where a door closes, a window opens"; that window is wide open and opportunities are in abundance.

After an idyllic and Arctic December, with the perfect mix of bitter cold and magical snow, January has proven to be rather bizarre and unpredictable.  We have had days when the temperature has vaulted into the positive single digits, unheard of for January in the north, and days when it dived back down into the minus 30 range.  One night we experienced an unparalleled 30-degree swing in temperature and wind in excess of 120 km/hr. Tree limbs were popping off trees like nobody's business and just walking to the car proved to be a proposition fraught with challenge.  

"Sunrise," screamed Ben from the study the other night.  I grabbed my boots and iPhone and ran outside in my t-shirt and caught it.  A million dollar sunset if I've ever seen one, another produce of our bizarre January weather.

I posted on Facebook recently that our reality of being so geographically separated from friends and family is something that we accept and embrace, but a reality that really sucks when we're doing something like Les Mis and wish we could more readily share it with all of you.  In the absence of being able to make a spontaneous trip to Fort McMurray in February, I encourage you to follow along   by reading the "To the Barricades" blog series found at www.middleagebulge.com.  You may not be able to see the show, but you'll get a comprehensive behind-the-scenes narrative of the process.

Happy New Year!

Creative revelation

It always surprising to me how quickly the transition from long days to long nights happens.  It's a crisp Sunday morning, almost 8 am, and the sun is still struggling to make its presence known.  I'm grateful that winter held off as long as it did, arriving much later than the previous year, giving the construction workers a few bonus weeks to make additional progress on our all-important bridges which are finally nearing completion.

We don't have much snow yet, unlike our neighbours to the south who have been pummelled by a number of storms and the requisite havoc they caused on the highways.  Our ground is snow covered, but that's about it.

On Monday, it will have been four weeks since the election.  I want to thank all of you for reaching out in the aftermath of that unexpected result.  Your words of encouragement, your care and concern, were very appreciated, treasured really.  It took a couple of days to work through the emotions, but I quickly recovered and reframed what happened as being a gift.  I know that might sound a little disingenuous, but I really see it that way.  I was given a three year education in municipal governance working with a great team, both on council and at the municipality, and now I get to leverage that learning in a multitude of ways, free of the conflict of actually being a councillor.  I'm excited about the present and the future, full of opportunities and options.

Having time on my hands, I picked up the brush again, after a hiatus of almost two years.  I spent wonderful hours with Malcolm Gladwell, Lou Reed and Ian McKellen.

I went exploring the complexity of a child's grief in the aftermath of the typhoon in the Philippines.

Painting again felt like the right thing to do, both as a way to recover my strength and focus my resolve.  It still feels right, as I have a blank slate ahead of me on this Sunday. I feel another painting coming on.  I also know a rather important football game is looming this afternoon, which provides a great excuse to sit at the dining room table and create.

In the process of returning to my painting, I rediscovered something about myself: that I do my best work after a time of personal trauma or loss.  It's a pattern that has repeated itself numerous times in my life, including in the months after Dad's surgery in 2011 when I did a series of watercolour portraits.  It was only during this recent creative explosion that I made the connection between that output, my father's cancer diagnosis, and the emotional impact it had on me.

We tried something fun at the dinner table the other night.  Heather, Ben and I took a photograph from the 1800's and drew it.  The rule was simple: we could use whatever we wanted - pen, pencil, marker, etc. - but we could only draw for five minutes.  It was so interesting how differently each of us approached the same image.

I took the same exercise and attempted to get the creative souls in my Facebook community to try it.  This was all in preparation for an event called "Let's Get Sketchy!" that we're doing at the end of the month, an event where artists of all skill levels sketch actor models dressed in period garb.  I was in the process of designing a poster and needed some inspiration.  It was then that a Troll stepped in and hijacked the conversation (Troll - someone who sows discord on the Internet by starting arguments or upsetting people, by posting inflammatory, extraneous, mean-spirited, or off-topic messages in an online community, either accidentally or with the deliberate intent of provoking readers into an emotional response or of otherwise disrupting normal on-topic discussion).

With much credit to my nephew Isaac, and others, this troll who shall not be named was put in his place every which way from Sunday.  Isaac also took up the 5-minute challenge and delivered a brilliant drawing.

On the professional side of things, I'm working toward getting Arts Council Wood Buffalo moving forward.  I'm encouraged by the level of interest we've had from amazing people who want to serve on the board and the energy around the arts in general.  There is no question that 2014 is still going to be a building year, but I'm confident we'll be building in the right direction, with strong governance in place and a collective vision.  I'll have decisions to make in the coming months, as my secondment comes to an end in May. Do I apply for the permanent executive director position?  Do I pursue other opportunities?  Right now, I'm trusting that the wind will blow me in the right direction.

Meanwhile, I'm going to be doing more facilitation work, delivering a series of workshops for the social profit sector, and potentially building a suite of sessions that I can market to other organizations.  Someone suggested that I should consider motivational speaking as an option.  That idea resonates with me, so it will be added to a growing list of itches I intend to scratch in the coming days and months.

Heather is in the middle of delivering a Reiki, Level One course with six participants, passing along her knowledge and passion to an appreciative and growing learning community.  She is teaching yoga in a number of different facilities now, including newly opened Oranj Fitness, a business that we've made a small investment in.

Dylan has successfully transitioned to Composite High School and continues to connect with like-minded people in the filmmaking and gaming community.  He recently participated in the Extra Life Challenge, playing video games for 25 hours with a couple of friends to raise money for the Stollery Children's Hospital in Edmonton, a facility that has factored greatly in his life.  He gets particularly excited about the monthly workshops offered by the filmmaking association, anticipating their arrival weeks in advance.

He also continues working on his singing voice.  He has been listening to a Frank Sinatra Greatest Hits collection over and over again, learning the words, and picking up the fascinating style of Ole Blue Eyes.

When Ben is not running around the yard singing the songs from Les Mis at the top of his lungs, he's inside building these incredible paper gun creations.  He goes through an enormous amount of scotch tape.

"Do you build those guns from a YouTube video?" I asked.

"Well, three years ago when I built my first one I did," he said.  "Now, I create them on my own."

While Dylan, Ben and I are anticipating the beginning of rehearsals in December, Heather is not quite so excited.  She's anticipating a very different household for a couple of months as we dash off on most evenings and weekends to work on the show.  We appreciate that she is giving us this indulgence, as being a part of the Les Miserables experience is going to be extraordinary.  For Dylan and Ben, it will be their first chance to go through a production process from top to bottom.  Trying to quantify the value to them and the other younger members of the cast is impossible.

Over the past two weeks I've been reminded of the preciousness of life, as a long-time colleague and friend struggled to hold on to hers.  Christina's body finally acquiesced last Wednesday night and she went on to a better place, free from the pain she had been enduring for far too long.

As we laid her to rest in a beautiful cemetery just outside of Plamondon, about two and a half hours south of here, the sky opened up and the warming sun emerged.  From a small portable audio unit, the sound of Vince Gill singing "Go rest high on that mountain" pierced the silence, with thousands of Canada geese resting in the adjacent field, as if waiting to carry her spirit away into the heavens.  It was a beautiful moment.  She was 38.

On a closing note, thank you for taking the time to read these Wood Buffalo Updates.  It is our attempt to stay connected over the miles and through the passing months and years.  Have a remarkable day!