Alexandra Writers Centre Society
ONLINE Writing The Seasons
Tuesdays10am-12pm June 8, 2021 (4 weeks)
Our life patterns journey around in cycles and spirals. The season’s rhythms summer, fall, winter, and spring provide inspiration for self-reflection, to celebrate personal insights, enhance our creativity, claim our unique wisdom and unlock our muse. This will enrich our lives, nourish and develop our courage as writers.
This is an interactive online class using the Zoom web platform.
Manage Your Workplace Emotions
You can't change conflict and opposing points of view in the workplace. You can, however, change the way you react. Become more emotionally aware, harness your emotions and express them positively with control, confidence and composure.
Friday 7th May 1.00pm -4.00pm

Conflict Resolution for the Workplace
Successful conflict resolvers are not born; they are trained. Build your skills as an effective conflict resolver and mediator. Learn to recognize conflict patterns and what triggers and escalates conflict in others, master strategies that reduce conflict escalation, assert yourself confidently and give constructive feedback. These skills will help you work more productively and harmoniously with clients, colleagues and superiors. See Course Outline.
Instructor: Wilma Rubens - see Instructor Profile

Fridays 4th 11th June 2021 9.00 - 4.00pm

Entangled Enchantments

Entangled Enchantments
My very first collection of poetry. These poems celebrate my journey on the uncharted waters of the feminine. For your very own copy purchase at Cafe Books, Canmore, or Pages in Kensington, Calgary or contact

Friday, December 18, 2009

The moose car wash

It's time I remembered ALWAYS to carry a camera. Never know when nature is going to offer a unique gift. Clive and I had a great x country ski at Shark mountain yesterday. It felt like we weren't the only ones enjoying the Chinook. Out at Watridge Lake whiskey jacks dived for our breadcrumbs. In the forest a woodpecker drummed on an silvery grey logdgepole. I couldn't stop gazing at the sun dappled snow plastered mountains as I inhaled lungfuls of warm Chinook air and my heavy thoughts blew away all the way to Saskatchewan. Funny how a few days of bitter minus 33 weather can cause severe cabin fever and constant thoughts of escape to warmer climates. My acutal ability to survive the deep freeze, to keep my fingers and toes from freezing, hoping the car will start, and not to mention the thick layers of ice on the inside of the windows all dominant over any thougths of climate change.

On our return to the car park a mama moose and her baby were totally absorbed in their task of licking the salt off the cars and gobbling the chunks of dirty snow that had fallen off the running boards of the vehicles. I had time to ogle at their thick brown fur, long legs and rectangular noses. So focused on their task I don't think they noticed us.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Writing in the cracks

Here I am with a few minutes before I head out for my last Life Writing class this year. The most exciting happening today is that the weather actually warmed up from minus 33 of the last few days to just below freezing. Maybe I should have called this entry I LOVE CHINOOKS. There I was cross country skiing actually too warm and my nose hairs were not sticking to the inside of my nose. The mountains plastered in a fresh coat of snow looked spectacular. I tried to think of clever ways to descibe them but nothing lyrical came to mind.

Tonight is reading night when my 7 participants read a story they have writtien in the last 6 weeks. It is always a great night with a vast variety of stories. I am sure tonight will be no exception. Will report later.

OK that took all of 4 minutes and 53 seconds.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Deep Freeze

Here in Alberta it is minus 31 and the world experts are in Copenhagen talking about climate change. It appears that as Canadians we have failed miserably in keeping the agreement made at Kyoto, worse than that we have undermined the process. The Albertan oil sands are being targeted as an environmental disaster. I hear this on the news as I drive along the Bow River clusters of ice float on the dark surface as ethereal vapour rises off the water, frosting the trees that fringe its banks. It is so starkly beautiful in the bright Albertan sun. It is hard to get excited about climate change, not global warming, when on the other side my SUV window my skin would freeze in minutes.

The mall and superstore is busy with heavily clad folk from all over the globe bemoaning the cold temperatures and no doubt dreaming of warmer weather in their homelands. It is obvious that retail therapy is one of our nations chief pleasures on a cold day. Easy to forget the dangers of our climate while listening to Jingle Bells, and wondering what Christmas presents our loved ones would like. Calgary has doubled in population since we moved here in 1990. The new comers including ourselves lured by jobs and for some, the proximity of the Rocky Mountains.

I visit with my women friends, one confesses how hard it has been to care for her autistic daughter, another in her eighties is convalescing from a knee replacement and now her back hurts, and another is the sandwich generation running to medical appointments with her 90 year old mother, living with her two teenagers and finishing her master's thesis. We listen and honor the struggle of each other's journeys.

I am reminded in this frigid weather, stories of struggle and courage, of my yoga teacher as she circled her forefinger and thumb in the meditation. "My Indian teacher said, this reminds us of how little we actually know."