Category Archives: Soul Work

Write and Speak the Beautiful

“Painting Ladies in Summer” series in oil created by Christine Wasnie

The news and everything newsworthy is focused on the negative and troubling events in our world. People, places, things and animals. Fish and sea. The 5 W’s of life. Who, what, where, when and why. The foundations of investigative journalism. But, what if we focused those 5 W’s on the positive events instead. What might those stories look like. What emotions would be triggered as a result and how might we discuss up lifting stories with others?

To write and broadcast the beautiful is difficult. We think people will become bored, not believe us or worse think we live our lives within a fairytale. People who speak and write the beautiful, the miracles, are percieved donning rose coloured glasses. We naturally gravitate to drama, crisis and fear based thinking and speaking. Negative energy takes over and drives our thoughts, feelings and actions. Sets the pace of our days. Our dreams and wishes. Our goals. Our life. Bleak, to say the least. Must our reality focus on the negative every day occurring events. Is there room for positive life affirming hopeful realities? Because positive events are realities too. Is there balance in how we speak and write our own stories?

Let’s apply the 5 W’s to positive newsworthy highlights to catch a glimpse of what those stories might look like. I will start with Who. Who can and will be everyday people. We are all stars in our own right. Each has a heart and soul. Each a purpose. Each capable of doing good and yes, great deeds. What. This is where the beauty is hidden. There are everyday events in the lives of everyday people that are wrapped in beauty and wonder, goodness and light. Stories of ways and means and people in need. Actually, the what is the beautiful story just waiting to be written. You have the pen in your hand, the thought in your mind. A spark. Where. The where is everywhere. In your own homes. In neighbourhoods and communities across the world. The where is no different than the places experiencing crisis and often where the most healing is required. Where the miracles are hidden within the aftermath of crisis. When. The when is now. Not yesterday or tomorrow. Mindfulness teaches us that this moment is all we truly have. Why? Because there are two sides to everything. Good and bad. Dark and light. Crisis and peace. The why challenges all of us to strive toward peace. To write and speak the calm into our lives. To note the everyday miracles and synchronistic events. We have no problem rationalizing the why’s in crisis. We simply toss away the why’s in the song of a wren who sings as we awake and drift off to sleep. 

Why don’t we take time to explore the positive stories in depth? To really get to the heart and soul of the matter. The beauty. Why do we brush them aside as if they have no value or worth in our society. The challenge is for us to become peaceful reporters. To report the beautiful and uplifting in our lives. To write and speak inspiring stories of others, their achievements and miracles. To search for the beautiful in everyone and everything. The beautiful in their 5 Ws. I do not think it is hard to find these stories or to report them. To simply share. They are occurring around us all the time. We instead prefer to report the drama and our views about it. To pass judgement. Is it possible to change our focus. The life events we choose to give our energy to. The energy we choose to share with others. Who would you pick as the newscaster to broadcast affirming life events. Perhaps you will choose yourself. You can write and speak the beautiful.


This Is Octavia


Recently I watched a Ted Talk given by Anne Lamott, a writer from British Columbia, Canada. Her presentation focused on the 12 truths she learned from life and writing. Compiling a list of things she “knew for sure” just prior to her 61st birthday, Anne describes self-care as a top priority in life, much to the dismay of naysayers who believe this behavior is selfish and narcissistic. For many women, self-care can be a difficult feat. For Anne, writing, singing and community work are the truths we express, our truths. Pieces of ourselves. The truths we bring to the world. I must say, I wholeheartedly agree.

Octavia is a group of women who love to sing.  A group I am happy to say, I am a part of.  We express though song, vibrations resonating in our souls. We bring heartfelt feeling to the works of Leonard Cohen in Anthem, Emily Lund in Dona Nobis Pacem and Gordon Lightfoot in Song for a Winter’s Night. We simply join together for a common purpose. Some are musicians and play the violin, piano, guitar or drums. A few are able to read music and others sing by ear. We are sopranos, altos and tenors. Our voices struggle to hit the high notes and the low notes. We reach consensus somewhere in between thanks to our conductor who swings her hips in the most graceful way as she leads us with gentle persuasion through each song. Four have battled or are currently seeking treatment for cancer. Others have suffered great losses and grieved. Some live with Alzheimer’s, disabilities or limitations. Everyone laughs. Everyone cries. We all sing with great joy because to sing is to release from the heart and soul sounds reminiscent of our home with the angels. The familiar language of peace and harmony we so long for in our relationships with others. Singing is common among all people’s. A beautiful language understood by everyone of all ages. Singing evokes emotions we tuck away in our heart space, a heart that breaks open with the gift of music. We are not striving for perfection. Rather, we seek harmonization. To achieve harmony is no small feat. Just ask anyone involved in conflict or strife. But, it is possible through song. Perhaps, we all just need to sing instead of using our words to resolve conflict. For in song, conflict ceases to exist.

This video is Octavia performing at our end of the year community concert. The song is Leonard Cohen’s “Anthem”. The following quote by Leonard on suffering and grief is taken from a 1992 interview published in One on One: The Imprint by Barbara Gowdy.

“The light [in the lines ‘There is a crack in everything’, /That’s how the light gets in’ from Anthem] is the capacity to reconcile your experience, your sorrow with everyday that dawns. It is that understanding, which is beyond significance or meaning, that allows you to live life and embrace the disasters and sorrows and joys that are our common lot. But it’s only with the recognition that there is a crack in everything. I think all other visions are doomed to irretrievable gloom. And whenever anyone else asks us to accept a perfect solution, that should immediately alert us to the flaws in that presentation.” – Leonard Cohen.

When Octavia was asked the question, “What song would you like to sing for this blog,’ the answer was unanimous. Anthem! This is our truth expressed through song. The truth that we are all women with cracks. But then again, that is how our light gets in. This is Octavia.


Special thanks to Vanessa for videotaping Octavia.




There Are Weeks

“There are those who squint when the sun shines upon their face. There are those who raise their face to the sun and bask in it’s warmth. Hold onto the ones with the smile for they are adventurous souls.” – Christine Wasnie


There are weeks and then there are weeks! The past two weeks have been those very kind of weeks where you sit back, scratch your head, curse and swear and yes, take some time for a little pity party. These are the weeks that force you to ponder, pause and breathe. To contemplate and ask yourself the question, “What is the message here?” For, in everything there is an underlying lesson.

It all began with an unexpected encounter with a beautiful one year old Irish Setter while out for my daily walk with my nine-year old Bichon Poodle. I could see the Irish Setter approaching from the distance with its owner who obviously could not control this exuberant, lively, excited young dog. In his excitement to greet my dog, he ran towards me wrapping his leash around my legs and yanking my feet out from under me. Down to the concrete I plummeted, landing on my hip, ribs and back. Ouch! The owner was so apologetic and the young dog, oblivious to the chaos, just happy to sniff my dog. I wobbled home thankful nothing appeared broken but, in rough shape just the same. Doctoring myself up, I hit a hot shower and climbed into bed with heated flax bags hoping for the best.

Waking the next morning, sore cannot begin to describe my previous days injuries. To add to the moaning of it all, I now have a full-blown cold compromised with the flu. I really could not tell if I ached more from the fall or from the flu. At this point, I don’t think it really mattered. The fever kept me sleeping most of the day, not exactly what the doctor ordered to keep my sore muscles limber. The cold, flu, pulled leg muscles and bruised hip and ribs took me a two full weeks to recover from. The recovery period in the third act of life seems to take twice as long. My spouse reminding me of my age and to be patient was really not that helpful to say the least. 

Finally, I felt well enough to once again venture into the brave big world and go for a walk with my dog on a beautiful sunny morning. I am grateful I can once again walk, albeit slowly. Moving forward is a must for me. And then out of nowhere, I have an emotional encounter with someone from my past. Tears flow easily it seems this past two weeks. Perhaps it is a requirement for my emotional growth. A process of healing. The next day I attend choir practice and sing loudly with glee. Despite my coughing and crackled voice, I am happy to be back singing with this wonderful group of women. We head out for lunch together after practice and enjoy delicious prepared quiches and lattes prepared that morning. Laughing and sharing, my soul is beginning to once again feel recovered and happy.

Returning home I decide it is a good day for weeding and gardening. My spouse is cutting the grass as I go into the garage in search of my gardening supplies. Thinking he has used them, I ask him where he has put my trolley cart. He replies, “In the garage!” I return to the garage wondering perhaps if I have lost some of my sight this past two weeks and discover that not only my gardening tools but, bikes, chain saws and various other items are missing. We have been robbed!

There comes a time when you just need to stop. Stop and put life and events into perspective. Sit and contemplate. Search for the sun among the rain clouds, the life raft in stormy seas. The laughter and joy amid disappointment and tears. The lesson. I have never taken on a victim role in my life circumstance. The “poor me” attitude keeps people stuck and living a life of lacking rather than abundance. I go in search of the bright spot. The cadmium yellow in the paint tray. This way of living and thinking has served me well throughout the trials of my life. Although, I admit some days are harder than others. I am grateful that no bones were broken in my fall, that my dog did not get loose and get hit by a car. The flu gave me time to pause and think, perhaps I am working a bit too hard and not enjoying life enough. To realize that despite how much you love someone, they may not always love you back. And stuff is just stuff that can always be replaced. No one lost a life or limb. We cannot control life, only our reaction to it.

There is a lesson in everything. No wiser words were ever spoken or written by I am not sure who but, they are the wisest words of all. I have learned to live by them and they shed light on the fact the sun will always come out tomorrow. These words are, THIS TOO SHALL PASS. Life is an adventure. Ride the wave onto the shore. There are no mistakes. I wonder what this week will bring. Whatever life brings my way, I pray I will meet it with a grateful ❤️.

Speak To Me

Speak to me in soft whispers so I may hear your words. Speak to me in angel wisps floating on feathered billowed clouds. Speak to me in words uplifting so I may rise above. Speak to me in whispers echoing the voice within my soul.

Speak to me when I am laughing so I might glimpse the upturned corners of your smile. Speak to me through giggles and belly glee so I may watch your cheeks roll with joy. Speak to me in whispers elating my soul.

Speak to me when I am sad so I may feel the comfort of your heart. Softly, softly sit beside my tears and wipe away my fear so I might see your hand comfort with gentle caress. Speak to me in notes and tones of blue and pink, rainbows and sunshine, the colors of my soul.

Speak to me when I am dreaming of you with eyes fluttered shut. Watch my peaceful dreaming thoughts against the reality of this life. Catch my dreams upon your own forgotten long ago. Speak to me in whispers as we dream dreams and travel on carpets of magic woven together with the golden strands of my soul.

Speak to me when I long for love so that I may see a world of hope. Whisper stories filled with gentle breezes and grassy meadows, hills and streams, fairies and butterflies. Mirror back to me all the love stored within you so I might feel it upon the widow to my soul.

Speak to me in whispers. Whisper to me always. In your whispers I recognize the sounds of heaven and home. In your whispers I can see you. In your whispers I come to know myself. The angels whisper. The earth whispers. The summer breeze and the moon. Speak to me. Whisper my name with love and light.                                                       

                                                                  To my grandchildren.                                                       

                                                                  Whispered with love.

Jan’s Story

Jan grew up on a farm in rural Manitoba, Canada. Farm life was a special kind of freedom to discover and appreciate nature. She found great pleasure with her animals, nature hikes, music and agriculture. Welding and plasma cutting became he passion after learning to construct focal points for her garden. Jan taps into her rural roots, love of archeology and spirituality to create magical results. A belief that a rock or a tree has something else inside of them to be released, brings to light metal creations formed from interesting shapes with the same potential.

One of Jan’s favorite pieces is an early creation called “The Helix”. With no beginning master plan, a concept came together to create three gothic spirals. These spirals have a place for light, candle and casts an amazing shadow. Not knowing what a piece of metal might have been in its former life is an advantage to Jan. This allows for no preconceived notions thus allowing the metal to develop into a myriad of possibilities.

Jan’s studio is near Lockport, Manitoba, Canada. If you are interested in discussing Jan’s metal art, you can reach her at her email address or visit her website You might also like to check out #9 Rural Craftspeople of the Prairie Farm Report 2008-2009 season, to view her work.

The video below is Jan’s story. It is a story about the journey of her soul, soul purpose and the song her soul sings. I want to thank Jan for sharing her story and also  Mona for “the connection” and video assistance. The Universe truly works in wonderful ways.


Soul Stories

Soul Stories are the realization of an idea that has been sitting in my soul for some time now. I have been writing The Singing Soul Blog for just over 3 years and have enjoyed sharing my life work, life experiences and life journey with you. And I will continue to write blogs on this site going forward. My published book, The Singing Soul, is the culmination of the first 2 years of writing and is available for purchase through the McNally Robinson website. The link is at the top of this page under The Singing Soul Book. I am grateful to St. Francis who continues to inspire my writing and creative endeavours. This saint touches my soul along the spiritual path of my journey and has changed my life in beautiful ways.

Soul stories are the journeys of others who have found their way to hear and follow the calling of their own soul. They are stories of inspiration, hope and faith. They are stories of creativity and passion. They are the stories of you and me no matter where we live on this planet.

I hope you enjoy this latest creative adventure of mine. I have enjoyed getting to know these interesting everyday souls and the paths they travel.  Soul Stories will be posted along the way from time to time. The first video story will be posted Friday as my weekly blog.  Everything in life is in Divine Timing. The time is now. There is no time to waste on this beautiful journey we call life. Follow the calling of your soul.

You Are Enough

Do you wake each day trying to be someone’s everything? With thoughts of needing to be a better spouse, a better parent, a better colleague, friend, listener, giver. That you need more. More money, clothes, bigger house, better food, basically more and better of everything. Do you believe that you are lacking in some way, a common comparison to others. Do you look in the mirror and think my body is failing me, I am too tall or short. Do you think about your shoe size? What is going on inside your head each day when awake, as you re-enter the world, as you fall asleep each night? Do you believe you are enough just as you are this second, minute, hour? Today.

If not, try this. Wake each day and say out loud, “What a great sleep I had.” Rise and look at the rising sun and say, “Thank you for this day.” Look in the mirror and shout, “Good morning you wonderful being who will do their best in all things today.” Think to yourself, I am enough just the way I am. There is nothing more I need. There is nothing more I want. There simply is nothing more in this moment than to stand in the truth of myself. That I am enough just the way I am.

The reality is, the more we believe we lack in any area of our lives, the more we seek to have. To fill the void of perceived lack. Society and advertising knew long before we did that humans don’t like themselves and will buy into the notion they need fixing. And guess what, humans have bought into this idea hook, line and sinker. It is in our face 24/7. On TV, social media, advertisements flashing with neon lights, on moving vehicles. Even our animals are wearing the latest trends. Media sells the concept that you will never be enough. So, why are you buying? Because the ego is a great customer.

It is hard to believe you are enough in today’s society. I get that. But, can you allow yourself the real luxury of an “I am Enough” holiday. Just one day a week where you really try to live and believe the concept that you are lovely just as you are. Can you take the time to actually look around your environment and make a mental list of just how much you do have already. Not only material goods but things like love, friendships, family, health, restful sleep, a bed, clean water, a doctor or nurse. Do you have enough? Are you enough? Your soul thinks you are. You just need to believe. And when you believe, you will live it everyday. You will probably have a little leftover to share with others. You are enough just the way you are.