• Diana Joy

I load my bow

Draw it back, Let it go

Hearts, hearts, hearts

Pink, red, purple, blue

Magenta hearts

for you and you

Hold them close

Or wear them on your sleeves

Just so long as you believe

In love, no matter what



  • Diana Joy

From the Similkameen Spotlight: Beaver holds up traffic for ten minutes on Princeton's Brown Bridge

I lived in Metro Vancouver for a long time but I can't imagine ever going back, not when I can have this kind of excitement in my life! However, something I do miss about the city is the easy access to an abundance of literary events and live, in person contact with large numbers of fellow writers. Out here I'm pretty sure I couldn't function without the lifeline of the internet. I'm working on solving this problem of lack of cohort. I have a few ideas and I know that there are a bunch of you out there in low population areas that probably have some really great ones. I'll share my ideas here as I work through them and I sure would love it if you would share your ideas too. Contact me by email or, even better, put pen to paper and send me a good old fashioned snail mail letter. And I do mean snail, because, you know, rural.


Peace, love, and joy,

Diana

  • Diana Joy

Updated: Jan 7, 2020


Yoga class resumed today following a five week hiatus over the holidays. Despite heavy snowfall our lovely teacher made it all the way down from Chain Lake and the top floor studio overlooking the Similkameen river was packed. Stiffened bodies left in the undisciplined care of their chocolate eating occupiers part rejoiced and part cringed in anticipation of the return of stretching and strengthening. The monkey mind was difficult to quiet. Bless her sweet heart, Joi exercised kindness leading us through gentle forward folds and plenty of child's pose. The space filled with gratitude as she led us onto our backs about half way through class. Then she said "Now we're going to do some abs". Ouch. There, of course, is always the option to fold back into child's pose instead of following her through the hard stuff, but we are brave chocolate eaters and the whole room rose to the challenge. My body likes me better now. I am filled with gratitude for what it will do for me and for the warm and loving energy that is shared in the studio. I look forward to the gradual return of mental discipline. There is still chocolate in my house, but that's okay too.