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Bonnie Redekop
 Bonnie
Redekop is a poet and student of yoga. She grew up in Ontario and lived
there for all of her life until moving to Vancouver a few years ago. Trained as
a lawyer Bonnie now works in administration and embraces writing, painting and
yoga in her spare time. Other interests include pagan, Buddhist and native
spirituality, Reiki energy healing, and natural health. Themes involving the
spiritual journey, nature, the goddess, and healing are her inspiration. A
beautiful black and white cat named Grace is her best friend and constant source
of joy. Here in beautiful BC she feels her connection to the Earth Mother and
Yemaya – the ocean goddess – profoundly and lovingly.
Contact: bonnieredekop@shaw.ca
Selected Poem:
Tears of my
Heart
I talk to Emily Carr in my mind, or out loud if I am alone.
Emily, I feel you here in this place, see the school that is
your namesake when I go to Granville Island.
I feel the earth that you felt, swim in the ocean that held
you.
I wonder where you are.
Emily, how do I paint the tears of my heart?
Holding the brush gently, like an infant, my fingers come
alive, and I paint.
Purple – my soul flickers with a violet essence, brave in its
solitude.
Red – my heart, pulsating and alone, quivering with quiet
courage.
Yellow gold flames, dripping into tears of grace and
bewilderment,
blue is the water of our eternal mother, swelling up into
English Bay and teasing my feet when I walk along the shore.
Green – the plant kingdom, whispering to me, as I begin to
open my eyes and see.
Brown and red is the earth, dropping down to infinity,
holding me while I sleep,
or lie in Savasana,
always there underneath it all.
Emily, if I think of my life as a painting, I am only now
beginning to see colour,
hold a brush,
demonstrate discipline of thought, movement, word.
What did you see? First the image, then the painting, or
first the painting, as the form takes shape, slowly in your mind, then building
momentum,
coming to grips with the canvas surely as the sun rises in
the East.
These tears of my heart are gentle, forgiving, welcoming a
slow advance.
Days and nights of healing,
singing in the rain and holding hands with a new friend.
I sit, take the brush. Begin.
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