#FREE #POETRY by Heather Grace Stewart!

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From May 9th through the 11th you can grab Heather Grace Stewart's newest poetry collection, Three Spaces, for FREE!!!!!

That's right, while Stewart is hard at work on her first ever novel, she'd like share some of her poetry with readers for FREE! I'm in the middle of reading her collection Carry On Dancing, and I'm loving it. Stewart is a great poet, she really is.

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Poet Robert Zimmerman has been such an incredible support to me today. Please visit his blog!

A Flea Market & Gardening Junkie’s Rewards

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A Flea Market & Gardening Junkie's Rewards

This is why I love flea marketing and gardening: seeing it all come together on our kitchen window sill!

Mason Jars in the Bathroom

Or, bathroom window sill: I use these lovely Mason Jars (a steal! from an antique store in New Hampshire USA) to store my sea salts, soaps, and bath beads on the sill just above our bathtub. How do you display some of your favorite flea market finds?

Our Person Is In There, Typing Away…

1 year old Marmie:  You think it’s safe to go out there? That white stuff is truly gone?

15 year old Sam: Our person is in there, typing away all day on that warm flat silver device she won’t let us sit on. I don’t want to leave her side. She seems like she needs me. Especially when she stands up and screams.

12 year old Shadow: But it smells like those feathered creatures with wings out here. I gotta go gotta go gotta go oo boy!

Sam: She’s forgetting to open the big white cold beast to nourish herself. She’s only getting up from that chair and that warm flat silver device to feed us, and to feed these gerbera daisies (I heard her call them that. She loves naming her flowers out loud). No. I’m really worried about her. I won’t leave her side.

Marmie: She’s fine. She had enough energy to yell at me when I ate her swimsuit. She’s fine.

Shadow: You ate her swimsuit?

Marmie: Just the strings. They were so salty! Delish!

Sam: I’m going back inside. I heard her say she’s at 8,300 words, but she’s tired. She needs me.

Shadow: She’d better portray cats in a nice light in this novel. I’m sick of being portrayed as mindless creatures who lick themselves all day long. Hm. I wonder what these daisies taste like?

Marmie: Big furry beast with teeth on a leash!  Run! Run! Run for your life!

Sam: Oh brother.

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Top Ten Moments @ My Chapters Bookstore Signing

10 Sold lots of books!

9 Met lots of new readers!

8  Met someone who definitely wants to come to Herb’s Café for my reading Sat. April 20th. So much so, in fact, he took the 8×10 poster with him. Oops!

7 Two tweens bought Three Spaces. Poetry lives on in the younger generations!

6 Several children listened to me read for 15 minutes and I never saw them squirming or playing with the housewares stuff once!

5 Someone came up to me to ask if I worked there!, and when I said I was a visiting poet she said “Oh, wow, I love poetry!”  (you don’t hear that too often)

4 Several dear friends, neighbours, and a dear old friend from my Harrowsmith magazine days (I hadn’t seen her in years!) visited and hung out with me a long time as I signed books etc.

3 One of my readers bought me a latte!

2 My daughter wore a very similar lace top, purple vest, and black leggings, because

she “Wanted to be just like” me.

and the #1 Moment…

Chapters put out decorations on the table and a beautiful pillow and wicker

chair for me. My 7-year-old daughter took one look and said,

“Hey, last year you just got the empty desk. Maybe you’re a little bit more

important than last year!”  (Me: ha! But I certainly was comfortable!)

Thanks to the League of Canadian Poets and Chapters Pointe Claire for your wonderful support, and to everyone who came out for making the launch of Three Spaces such a success!

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Not Such A Tough Mudder

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Not Such A Tough Mudder

Little girl got rather muddy playing outside. I mean, mud inside her boots as well as outside, and all over hands and face. “That’s okay,” I say to her at the back door as she’s throwing her clothes in a muddy pile for the laundry. “You’re a kid. Kids are supposed to get dirty,” surprising myself at the sound of patience in my voice. “Oh, thanks!” she says. “So, then, I can do this again tomorrow?”

Spring Clean Your Inner Artist!

Every one of us is creative. Every one of us has an inner artist (I’m going to call him Art for the sake of brevity) but we don’t all take the time to nurture Art. It’s hard work nurturing a creative child with a mind of its own, and it can be frustrating —painful even, especially if we haven’t picked up a paint set since second grade.

But there are ways to rediscover the creative, uninhibited Art you were as a child. One of those ways is what I call spring cleaning. No, not actual cleaning, although I’ve had excellent ideas come to me while vacuuming! I mean using nature; the return of buds and blossoms and the birth of creatures as a return to the artist that’s lying dormant inside you.

You may think your artist is non-existent, but it’s simply living inside you, waiting for you to  bring it out of hibernation. My Art likes to go to sleep, too, especially after a busy period like I’ve just completed (I just published my fifth poetry collection and spoke at a journalism conference).

So how does spring cleaning work? It’s much more fun than actual cleaning. If you have a car, get in the car, and drive. If you don’t have a car, put on your running shoes, and go for a walk. Anywhere is good, except in heavy traffic! That will put you in a rotten mood and block poor Art, who just wants to run around outside, like the free-spirited child he is.

Bring along a voice recorder and record ideas that pop into your mind the minute you have them. Don’t be shy —this exercise is to shake loose the ideas lying dormant inside your mind. Let them loose! No one ever has to hear what you record but you.

If you have a camera, take that along, too. Stop the car or stop walking and snap photos or go explore anything that grabs your attention — this is Art telling you to take a few moments for him.

Just as with real spring cleaning, there are distractions that can stop you from getting anything accomplished when you spring clean with Art. These include feeling you simply don’t have the time to go play with a camera and a tape recorder, embarrassment, and feeling you need to obey rules.

You’ll have to dig deep and find the self-discipline required to simply not listen to those blocks if you really want to spring clean. Time? Yes. As technology increases the speed and ease of communication, employers are putting increasingly ridiculous expectations on us as employees. And there’s more: Early to rise, late to bed, families to care for, aging parents to look after. Where does that leave time for Art?

Make five minutes at first. That’s my Five Minutes First rule for anyone who thinks they aren’t creative, and don’t have the time to find out that they are. It takes five minutes to snap a photo, draw a picture with bright pencil crayons, cut some flowers and arrange them in a vase. I guarantee, once you find five minutes for your creative self one day, you’ll want to set aside 15 the next. Art is like that. He’s one persistent dude.

And what’s so embarrassing about standing with a camera by the side of the road at sunset? It’s far better than fuming about your day while stuck inside a car, like those passing by. As for rules, okay, please don’t get put in jail, but if you need to park in a stranger’s driveway so you can walk down their residential road and get a good shot of the river at the end of the street, go for it. You may want to knock on their door and ask for permission, but my bet is if they find out what you’re up to they’ll start telling you how they used to love photography, and how they wish they had more time for Art.

You may end up inspiring someone else to do some spring cleaning of their own. This is another trick Art loves. Once one artist is inspired to create, their whole community can be inspired.

Have fun spring cleaning!

Capturing the return of this flock of Canadian geese was my spring cleaning exercise this morning. In turn, the act of photographing the geese while thinking about all the actual spring cleaning I have to do stirred my inner artist to write this blog post!

Capturing the return of this flock of Canadian geese was my spring cleaning exercise this morning. In turn, the act of photographing the geese while thinking about all the actual spring cleaning I have to do stirred my inner artist to write this blog post!

National Poetry Month Events

Hey there. I’m not sure how many of you regular readers of WHERE THE BUTTERFLIES GO actually live in the Montreal area, but I’m doing a few special events for National Poetry Month and wanted you to know about them in case you can attend.  Click on the photos to reach the event pages!
If you do attend either the Three Spaces book launch at Chapters Bookstore or the Herbs Café: A Night of Poetry & Music, please come say hi and let me know you follow my blog!

Best wishes, thanks so much for reading,

HeatherTSCHAPTERSTSPOSTER

Poetry Is More Alive Than Ever

Poetry is more alive than ever. It’s in our songs and on our subways, on our iphones, iPads, Kindles and Kobos, it’s #hashtagged as #twaiku and #howevermanywords we want. It’s on podcasts and Youtube; it’s live streamed and it’s archived. It’s still studied and awarded and Canada Council funded. It’s in our libraries, in old musty tomes and new digital anthologies, and coveted by young students reading Scholastic book flyers. It is written about in the New York Times and celebrated at national conferences. It’s time we stopped calling it dead, because it’s going to get very, very angry. Oh right, that’s Spoken Word. ;)

Happy World Poetry Day 2013! Share a poem with someone you love!

Whether it’s in paperback or on an ereader, poetry
is still the perfect bedtime read. Cat not required.

Thanks for reading,

Heather