A Twitter-Whistle

Welcome to my blog! My name is Kat Rainsong, and I am a Canadian writer and artist who lives in Calgary, Alberta, with my husband and my son’s very opinionated cat!

I hope to make this space a place to share parts of my creative journey, insights into the creative process of being both a writer and an artist, and most importantly, what it means to be a human being. You can definitely expect some randomness, but I will endeavour to stay on point! My goal is to share my thoughts on what I’m reading (on my bedside table), my journal meanderings, updates on my books or new paintings I’m working on, and perhaps a short story or two. My goal is monthly, but life sometimes happens…

At the moment, I’m sitting on my deck enjoying the sun and the most beautiful bird song. I don’t know what bird it is, but it’s so pretty, a twitter-whistle, I want to say. God! You’d think, being a writer, I could describe it better than that! Sometimes, though, the simplest things are the hardest to describe.

Nothing happened yesterday–it was a couch day. A migraine took hold and didn’t let go all day long. But today I awoke to my normal self, with just a pinch of brain fog and an early morning grumpiness that slowly dissipated with each sip of coffee.

But for now, I have the perfect cup of tea (in my husband’s mug), chocolate chips, wind, sun, birds, and my journal—all is right with the world.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about social media. It’s such a conundrum. My posts seem to show up only to a handful of friends and almost always miss my own family altogether! Then, sometimes, for weeks on end, I only see the same three people—I wonder if this happens to everyone? There seems to be no rhyme or reason, or maybe there is, but this middle-aged brain just doesn’t get it! Struggling to know if it’s worth it.

I painted the other day. It felt so good. It was small but transformative. The colours were beautiful. The tools I used, it all just fell into place. I let it dry, then, horror! I cut it into smaller pieces, the art of non-attachment. Ouch! Such an important lesson–one I think I need to practice now and again. It keeps me on my toes, whether it’s in my painting, my writing, a belief or story about myself, or the brutal task of decluttering my closet. The art of allowing myself to detach is hugely freeing. I often find that when I do it, I’m amazed at what it leaves room for.

I hope you will join me in the journey…

Late afternoon sun