If a Tree Falls

A tree fell in my forest
If a Tree Falls.  by Bruce Cockburn, 1988

Rain forest
Mist and mystery
Teeming green
Green brain facing lobotomy
Climate control centre for the world
Ancient cord of coexistence
Hacked by parasitic greedhead scam
From Costa Rica to mangy B.C. hills
Cortege rhythm of falling
timber

What kind of currency grows in these new desserts
These brand new flood plains?

If a tree falls in the forest, does anybody hear?

If a tree falls in the forest, does anybody hear forest falling?

Anybody hear the forest falling

Cut and move on
Cut and move on
Take out trees
Take out wildlife at a rate of species every single day
Take out people who've lived with this for 100,000 years
Inject a billion burgers worth of beef
Grain eaters methane dispensers

Through thinning o-zone
Waves fall on wrinkled earth
Gravity, light, ancient reface of stars
Speak of a drowning
But this, this is something other
Busy monster eats dark holes in the spirit world
Where wild things have to go
To disappear
Forever

If a tree falls in the forest, does anybody hear

If a tree falls in the forest, does anybody hear

Anybody hear the forest falling

If a tree falls in the forest, does anybody hear

If a tree falls in the forest,does anybody hear

Anybody hear the forest falling

If a tree falls in the forest

If a tree falls in the forest

If a tree falls in the forest.

My husband and my son, sharing some quality father/son time in beautiful British Columbia, will be attending a Bruce Cockburn concert tonight.

And a tree fell in my forest…..

My sunlight forest
I love my forest 
I love my trees
I love their buds
I love their leaves.

The Polar Bear’s Story

Papa Polar Bear
Have You Any News of the Iceburg
by Les Barker

On a cold rainy night on a Liverpool quayside
In the year before the Great War
The crowd was in shock at the loss of Titanic;
So proud had they been the day before.

Relatives gathered for news of their loved ones,
To read through the list of the dead,
When into the throng came a sad-eyed old polar bear
And to the clerk at the counter, he
said

Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see;
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.
Mama and the kids
My wife and my children were coming from Greenland 
To be by my side in the zoo;
Belinda's my wife, and the eldest's is called Bernard,
And Billy, well he's only two.


I know on the ship there were hundreds of people
And I know the iceburg's not yours...
The polar bear's eyes held the start of his teardrops
And he covered his face with his paws.


Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.


It's been over a year since I last saw my children.
I left home to build my career;
I've worked very hard; I'm a star in the circus;
It's all been for nothing, I fear.
Circus poster
That's my face on the poster; we're in town this week;
My children were meeting me here.
Everyone watched as he struggled to speak,
As his paw brushed away one more tear.


Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see;
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.

By now all the people had gathered beside him;
His grief was one they could share.
The people around him, in silence and sadness,
Listened to the sad polar bear.

I wanted my children to see me performing
And Belinda, she would have been proud;
At last lost for words, and his tears flowing freely,
The question was asked of the crowd.


Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see;
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.

No Snow….

There is no snow,

in my part of Ontario

Only the distant hills are white.
There is no snow,
on the beach.
Just a dike,
of crusty
white ice.
Sand on the street.
Sand on the street. 
Brown streets.
Not white.
Sand, ice,
water.
Beauty,
in the browns,
the blues,
the greys.
And every shade
in between.

The Real Santa Claus

Hi Santa

I know you are not the real Santa, that you are one of Santa’s helpers.

I got a letter in the mail from the real Santa. He told me that I made the ‘Nice List’ again this year.

Conversation with Santa

Exactly how many Santa helpers are there?

I have a question?

Rudolph is my favourite reindeer. I love his shiny red nose.

Why?

Why don’t the other reindeer allow Rudolph to join in anyone the reindeer games. It’s really mean of them.

I have an idea

I want to wish you, Santa, and all of the rest of Santa’s helpers a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Merry Christmas!

The Nutcracker

Jubilee Auditorium Alberta Ballet

The Nutcracker was written in 1816 by Prussian author E.T.A. Hoffman.

Starting our afternoon by enjoying a refreshing Shirley Temple.

The Nutcracker is a story where a favourite Christmas toy, a Nutcracker, comes to life.

Story time, before the Ballet begins.

After defeating the evil Mouse King in battle, the Nutcracker whisks Clara away to the magical kingdom populated by dolls.

Lounging before the excitement begins.
Ballerinas….

In 1892, the Russian composer Pyatr Ilyich Tchaikovsky and choreographers Marius Petipa and Lev Ivanou turned Alexander Dumas’ adaptation of the story into the Ballet, The Nutcracker.

A Ballet slipper Christmas tree…
Waiting for the Ballet to begin….

Our favourite character is the Mouse King!

A very special day, witha very special little girl!