Posts By: Wanda Waterman

Wanda Waterman

Wanda Waterman is a poet, spoken word artist, blogger, cultural journalist, and digital nomad. She’s been writing regularly for The Voice Magazine since 2004, not long after she began studying psychology at Athabasca. Her poetry has been published in Descant, The Talking Leaves, Chizine, Our Times, The Best of Tigertail, and Pottersfield Portfolio and her articles in Design is Political, Rawckus Magazine, Coastal Life, The New Internationalist, This Magazine, and in her blog, The Mindful Bard. She grew up in Nova Scotia, but after having lived in New Hampshire and North Africa she’s now settled in Montreal.

The Slow Movement Movement

“Slow down, you’re movin’ too fast You got to make the morning last Just kicking down the cobblestones Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy” – Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel,  “The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin’ Groovy)” Not to be confused with the various types of “the slow _____ movement,” an umbrella term for a… Read more »

The Mindful Bard Arts Report, August 2019

Only art penetrates what pride, passion, intelligence, and habit erect on all sides – the seeming realities of this world. There is another reality, the genuine one, which we lose sight of. This other reality is always sending us hints, which without art, we can’t receive. – Saul Bellow The Mindful Bard never stops scouting… Read more »

Why No Artist Should Ever Become an Idol

“Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.” – William Wordsworth “Everyone should be respected as an individual, but no one idolized.” – Albert Einstein   If you’re taking business courses to manage your musical career, studying literature to inform your writing skills, poring over… Read more »

Vision, Principles, and Your Life Plan

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” – American Declaration of Independence “When we allow freedom to ring—when we let it ring from every city and every… Read more »

My Desk, My Planet

(Note: This poem was conceived shortly after a move, when my husband couldn’t understand why the first piece of furniture I needed was a desk. I found one I loved on Kijiji but the mister didn’t want to travel to that part of the city to pick it up, and so the seller very kindly… Read more »