Relationships – Our Hotbeds For Healing And Wholeness

Having her birthday today is our very own ‪Alanis Morrissette‬ and I felt moved to celebrate how far she has come in her own journey in life – from torn artist to feeling a place of peace within herself – and the very foundation she has laid down in the arms of love.
What once was a jagged little pill is now a full grown woman with light in her eyes.

Each of us is so unique—every temperament, every brain, every pace and style of learning. Combine just these few factors with our unique histories and varying degrees of having been loved, neglected, cherished or abused, and then mix in the developmental stages that were well-tended or horribly overlooked, and it’s a miracle that we don’t all kill each other in fits of ongoing reactivity.

On the whole, I am just so proud of us. I think it is a testament to our innate sense of connection that we can share the freeway lanes with each other, stand in movie lines together, and talk to each other over coffee without anarchy prevailing. It’s also a testament to the scientifically corroborated view that we need each other on biochemical and neurobiological levels. In other words, being dependent on each other may not warrant the shame and embarrassment that has been lopped on it for so long. Whether man or woman, we come by this tender yearning and essential need for connection honestly.

We have so many kinds of relationships and each of those allow moments of connection or moments of disconnection. Committed friendship, romantic partnership, marriage, being a parent, a sibling, colleagueship, relationships with our divorced parents, our aging parents—depending upon their level of commitment and intimacy, they are ALL hotbeds for the sharing of love and/or respect and appreciation, as well as hotbeds for profound healing.

If, when we’re growing up, we don’t have significant experiences of connection, even briefly with a grandmother or an aunt or a well-placed teacher or coach, then we don’t always have that point of reference to serve as a North Star for us—that memory (albeit often glimpse-esque) of what it is to be held, seen, nurtured, gotten, soothed—connected. Some of us begin the journey of our lives without the light and warmth of this cellular and soulful recollection of love, and it can make the creating of it in our adult relationships seem almost impossible.

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Jesus Was An Only Son

Driving this morning I was listening to E Street Radio – one of Bruce’s concerts from back in 2005. This song took me on a journey much farther than I could ever go in my car.

Bruce a poet, a preacher, a lover, a friend… setting souls on fire around the world.

Jesus Was An Only Son

Jesus was an only son
As he walked up Calvary Hill
His mother Mary walking beside him
In the path where his blood spilled
Jesus was an only son
In the hills of Nazareth
As he lay reading the Psalms of David
At his mother’s feet

A mother prays, “Sleep tight, my child, sleep well
For I’ll be at your side
That no shadow, no darkness, no tolling bell,
Shall pierce your dreams this night”

In the garden at Gethsemane
He prayed for the life he’d never live,
He beseeched his Heavenly Father to remove
The cup of death from his lips

Now there’s a loss that can never be replaced,
A destination that can never be reached
A light you’ll never find in another’s face,
A sea whose distance cannot be breached

Well Jesus kissed his mother’s hands
Whispered, “Mother, still your tears,
For remember the soul of the universe
Willed a world and it appeared

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Lay Low with Lou Doillon

I knew I was going to like Lou Doillon’s LP, ‘Lay Low’ from the moment her fingers delicately set the mood from the sound of the keys in opening track, ‘Left Behind.’

It is apparent that we have been left behind at Fresh Independence because we were not familiar with the success of Parisian Lou’s previous LP, ‘Places’ selling over three-hundred thousand copies worldwide.


I don’t dare to compare, but upon first thought, it was a refreshing version of Adele meets Regina Spektor and Sia.

The ambience of the mind provokes a dim room overlooking the city lights with a glass of wine as the record player cues your new favourite album of repetitive measure.

Lou Dillon is a free flowing taste of sultry jazz and sweet afterthoughts.

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The Simpson Brother’s Album Release Gig

Ahm, being a small town girl, it was not until as of late I have been discovering the East side of Vancouver.

Last night brought me to the cusp of Chinatown, a dive bar, ‘The Cobalt’

I remember attending Canucks Hockey Games as a child and as we left town my wide eyes of wonder would stare at The Cobalt as if it was the scariest place in town.

Give it a decade and my black ankle boots were one with the pavement, a flick of the wrist, STAMP, I was in.

The venue has an intimate Greenwich Village ambience sure to keep em’ coming back for more.

Simpson Bros

Nostalgia, innocence, and venue analyzation aside, my friends told me about local band, ‘The Simpson Brothers,’ twins celebrating their album release and birthday.

Vancouver is at a bit of a lull in the music department, but it was with The Simpson Brother’s a soulful pop was rediscovered. There is nothing like a fully loaded band, yes that is music, but old melded with new and filled a missing piece.

 Just as St. Paul and The Broken Bones, Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats, and Paolo Nutini bring the funk, The Simpson Brothers are a contender; delivering a solid gig to a revived scene.

Latest Album, ‘Heavy Scars’ Available Now

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