It's 7AM and the ferry pushes through the thick morning fog. A cool, wet breeze is pinching my cheeks as my eyes scan eagerly the ocean for whales. I shiver and tighten my coat. This morning, I am heading to Bere Point, one of our parks, for the first time with my team. Located on the north shore of Sointula island, I've been told that the park has a rubbing beach — you know, where whales come to rub their bellies. One after the other, islands of the Broughton archipelago emerge from the fog. Seagulls screech in the distanceI have to pinch myself.
Perhaps as you, I am a complex, multi-dimensional human being woman, mother, friend, professional, immigrant, maker of places, collector of thoughts, and occasional [beautiful] mess.
I carry the stories of the generations before me, the tenderness of becoming, and the quirkiness of imperfection.
[unpolished into sameness], I have rough edges, oddities, humor and a rich texture. I hold a stubborn belief that life is more interesting when we allow the whole human to enter the room.
I live between cultures, languages, systems, expectations, and dreams. Perpetually in the liminal space, I keep making things: places, ideas, questions, drawings, experiences, little experiments in belonging and becoming.