“Watch out for those cobbleypops, they’ll break your ankle”!! That was a kid Kate PSA phrase about the dangers of cobblestones (that I truly did say to anyone who would listen), and today it’s also a useful phrase to remind ourselves that tiny hazards can cause big effects when we don’t take proper precautions....🚰🧼🚪...I’ve been saying it a lot lately. Though, that’s also probably because I’m on Day 15 of isolation and now all my usually-filtered kid Kate phrases are being
How the entire world looks from the indoor view of Isolation, Day 12 ...☀️🌈✨ 🌈🌿💫!Currently feeling a big burst of appreciation for the people in my life– and honestly, by big burst I mean it. Picture, like... “dog waiting at the door” type of bursting energy over here. Ya, THAT sort. The endless love type of appreciation. This is a photo from a time that never seems quite real to me in memory, because it also felt difficult to feel grounded and connected while I lived it.
With so much unexpected change, it’s been beautiful to watch people respond by being present and looking to each other. As strict distancing enforcements went into effect today, I noticed spirits rise over these barriers and instinctually connect in a place that reached above them. In downtown Toronto, security guards are limiting the number of shoppers that are allowed inside the few essential shops that remain open. In the long lines today, people were looking out for stran
Isolation and the idea of being trapped are big themes that have caused big panic for me in the past. Though this week, the world has been helping to reintroduce me to new versions of these words. I started this week very frightened about whether I could handle a situation that made me directly confront my fears alone. I was thinking inwardly– I thought that would be my only option. However, the shared energy of care and hope all around the world is palpable. From inside, we
I’m in love with the world for realizing that in this time of fear, we can choose to fight by globally focusing on the singular goal of protecting each other. I live alone, but in this moment, I’m feeling more united than ever before. 💓🌍💓 This is a photo from March 7th, the closing night of “Oh, What a Lovely War” (@hhtheatre) – a play that intertwined a digital existence with the devastation of WW1. As I look at this now, I think of a remark that an elderly audience membe
Hi. I’ve been getting all emotional because of plants again. 🤣This is the FOURTH day in a row that I’ve fully teared up in public while walking through the city, and seeing proof of Spring fighting its way forward. Also responsible, is the inner soundtrack that instantly accompanies this.... even the thought of a few notes of music from the Secret Garden easily unlocks a whole garden of emotions that are deeply rooted within layers of years. It’s a grounding sort memory that
Thank you,Theatre Passe Muraille (@beyondwallstpm) for support that has made my heart feel strong enough to beat loudly and proudly. Today I got to hear what TPM’s other grant recipients are working on and I feel extraordinarily honoured to sit amongst this group of passionate creators. Thanks Marjorie Chan (@magicalmudge) and Indrit Kasapi (@indritk) for caring about all stages of creating connection and for initiating a such a welcoming space. This was a space where we coul
Thanks to the "Oh What a Lovely War" team. What a lovely battle to be a part of. I am so incredibly proud to have bumbled my way onto the stage as “The Ugliest Man in the British Army”🧐 (and I am truly thrilled that I now have the option to add that title, word for word, into my resume😆) This show packed a lot of punches, a lot of heart, and a lot of accents. And...that’s a lot to pack!!! Though, thanks to the lovely team it always felt possible to... “🎶pack up your troub