hi and welcome to Hiatus.

are you in search? in need? do you ever feel unsure or lost? I do too.

my name is b and i’m inviting you to take a step out – out of this moment – out of your day – out of your entire body – take a hiatus.

Hiatus is a mindfulness and poetry podcast offering thoughtful breaks in your day. new soundscapes, poetry, and guided meditations every episode. and i invite you to subscribe wherever you get your podcasts.

personally, i think it is quite easy to get caught up in the chaos of the world, your life, your day. i’m making Hiatus as a way to help us findd ourselves in that chaos…together.

i consider each episode an invitation to come back to that centred place – for you, for me, fo us. i hope you’ll join me in taking a hiatus.

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sound and words by b Wrauley

music by Poddington Bear

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How do we become the people we are? Listen to this reflection about the influence of others.

i am a container
filled by
the influence of others
and my own choices
i am humble
before the wisdom
from those
i have chosen
to keep
in
my memory

Sound and words by b Wrauley (background sounds recorded at the 2018 Women’s March in Toronto)

Music by Chris Zabriske

Cover photo by Jake Hinds

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A meditative poem about what the author discovered on their odyssey to the top of Nova Scotia.

in the Summer
of 2015
we headed to the top
of Nova Scotia
after sleeping
on the side of roads
we wound our way
past rocks
that could slice
through tires flesh
to deflate their souls

we uncovered hidden economies
at the end of electric stations
and a drained lake

we made friends
before departing
and accepting
timeless isolation

somewhere in the deep woods
after unexpected rivers
and feet sunk
in wet soil
i collapsed
and only thoughts
of your faith in me
picked me up

eventually we found a path
right before giving up
and you led
to our mossy camp
for the night

the next day
we reached the top
and i tried
to hide my anxiety
of the return
long enough
to drink
our butter
coffee breakfast

i still wake up
after nightmares
about the fear
i felt in those woods

anxiously
i recall it all
to write
this poem

and hope
the nightmares
will subside

Sound and words by b Wrauley

Music by Galdson

Cover photo by Andrea Wrobel

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