Percy Runs Aground

The India Ink night enveloped us as if doom was waiting for us in the pitch black dark. The

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storm grew stronger. The waves crashed around us. Like a cork bobbing upon the water, our ship was tossed about the angry river. Lightening flashed before Jo-Ann’s eyes,
making blood red streaks rip across her closed eyelids. We heard a groan of agony, a shudder reverberated all around us, as the crunch sounds grew louder and louder. We are at Poseidon’s mercy now!

Percy Stoma!

Yes, Jo-Ann?

Really, it wasn’t like that at all.

I’m just being dramatic.

Yes, Percy you sure are, now tell everyone about our running aground experience as it really happened.



Okay, okay.

It all started August 5th as we began our 5 country Grand European tour along the Danube, Main and Rhine Rivers.

During our 9 hour flight to Budapest, Hungary, Jo-Ann was so excited and also anxious I would act up. You see, when Jo-Ann feels stress even when it is positive stress, I tend to get active too, as stomas sometimes do. But, I was ready for the adventure and remained calm and quiet throughout the flight.

Good of me wasn’t it Jo-Ann?

Yes Percy, you were very helpful.

We embarked on the ship and were welcomed aboard by the professional with that personal touch staff, who over the 2 week river cruise made our experience top notch and first rate.

Our stateroom with a balcony for two became our cozy home, as we began our awe-inspiring adventure. We gently glided along the banks of the Danube.

Starting in Budapest, two cities that are riverside beauties to be sure, is Hungary’s enchanting capital, with the traditional hillside Buda on one side and the more modern Pest on the other side. The city lights dance on the Danube waters.

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Photographer: Jo-Ann L. Tremblay

Our cruise itinerary featured one excursion in each port, with optional excursions available. Many were walking tours, and some via motor coach combinations. Many tours were often over uneven ground or cobblestones, some included ancient stairs and inclines. Thank goodness because we sure needed the exercise, the food on board ship was amazing, and we were likely to pack on the pounds. In fact food was our biggest concern, Jo-Ann has many food triggers that cause us distress. Jo-Ann’s many dietary restrictions include artificial food colouring, flavouring and preservatives. Natural food restrictions can be avoided, but the underlying artificial chemicals in processed foods are more difficult to identify and avoid. Anyone living with IBS, Crohns, and the various other gastric/intestinal ailments understand these concerns. Well, Jo-Ann and I did so well throughout the cruise, the cuisine was made from scratch food, the chefs creations were delicious, beautifully presented and every morsel an exquisite adventure.IMG_2169.jpgBlog #3

From Budapest we continued along the river to Vienna, Austria. The “City of Waltzes”, Strauss and Mozart composed many of their finest pieces here. The architecture was graceful and it took our breath away.Blog #5

Back on ship and moving along, from our balcony we were treated to eye candy as we sailed through the serene tapestry of terraced vineyards, forested slopes, by charming towns and castle ruins in Austria’s Wachu Valley. It is a UNESCO World Heritage site, and in my opinion one of the most scenic stretches of the Danube. As we continued on our leisurely journey, we enjoyed grapevine terraced hills, and wine-producing villages that hugged the shore. This wine industry is their legacy that stretches as far back as Celtic and Roman times.Blog #4

We arrived in Melk, Austria, and we were dazzled by the 900-year-old Benedictine abbey that overlooks the town.Blog #6

Then onto Passau, Germany we sailed. Founded by the Celts more than 2000 years ago. Passau is one of Bavaria’s oldest cities. Know as the “City of Three Rivers”, it rests at the confluence of the Inn, Ilz and Danube Rivers. Passau is also where two nations meet; it is here the German-Austrian border begins. Then to beautiful historic Salzburg, where certain scenes of the movie, “The Sound Of Music”, was filmed.Blog #7

Next the river leads us to Regensburg, Germany. Regensburg escaped major damage during World War II, it is one of Europe’s best preserved medieval cities. The oldest city along the Danube and a UNESCO World Heritage site. The old town’s NEUPFERRPLATZ Square is a cross section of history — having served as an ancient Roman gather place, a thriving Jewish quarter, and the site of Nazi book burnings.Blog #8

Now coming upon the Main-Danube Canal, as far back as 1,200 years ago, Emperor Charlemagne contemplated connecting the Rhine, Main and Danube Rivers so ships could travel the length of Europe. Today the canal is a 106-mile canal that cuts through rolling hills of north central Bavaria. The views were amazing.

Then, we arrived in Nuremberg, Germany. The 2nd largest city in Bavaria, Nuremberg is filled with traditional half-timbered houses, and Gothic churches with intricate spires. Nuremberg is also infamous for its role in World War II, first as the site of Zeppelin Field’s Nazi rallies and later as the site of the war crimes trials at the Palace of Justice. Our guide in Nuremberg (with a history major), is a former basketball player, who is now coaching university basketball, he is 7 foot 2 inches, Jo-Ann and I thinks you’ll have a chuckle at the photo of us and the coach.Blog #9

Gliding along we arrived at Bamberg, Germany. Founded in the year 902, Bombers is the remains of a medieval city, known for it’s smoked beer. Jo-Ann & I didn’t try the beer, a little too exotic for me to cope with.Blog #10

As we continued to sail along the river we were surrounded by Franconian Vineyards, and then we arrived in Wurzburg, Germany. It is a major wine-making centre and has Germany’s oldest and largest vineyard.Blog #11

In the evenings on board ship we were serenaded by local musicians as we cruised towards Wertheim, Germany. Situated at the confluence of the Main and Tauber Rivers, the dukes of Wertheim built a castle in this strategic spot in the 12th century, that still peers down upon the medieval town centre, and half-timbered houses from its perch.

Following along the Main and Middle Rhine, we sailed on one of the most picturesque stretches of this UNESCO World Heritage site. We admired splendid castles, quaint riverside villages, and steep vineyards that blanketed the hills.Blog #14.jpg

Koblenz, Germany was founded more than 2000 years ago. With its cobblestone streets, wooden beamed houses that are adorned with flowers, ancient market square and medieval churches, we were reminded of the fairy-tale Germany of old.

Our last German port was Cologne, Germany, with its intriguing mix of old and new. Cologne reveals its Roman heritage in its city layout and the ancient ruins lie scattered through the town. We enjoyed the 18th century Residence Of The Prince-Archbishops of Cologne, another UNESCO World Heritage site.Blog #15

Almost at the end of our river cruise we continued to sail the waters of the Rhine and deep into the Rhine-Meuse-Scheldt Delta to enjoy the Dutch landscapes unfurl all around us. We were on our way to Kinderdijk, Netherlands, that boast the largest concentration of windmills in the Netherlands when our Grand European River Cruise came to a crunching halt!


I’ll tell it like it happened Jo-Ann.

Okay, take it away Percy.

The sun was rising promising another wonderful day of adventure. It was actually to be the last full day on the ship as we were to enjoy our last excursion to Kinderdijk Netherlands, and then during the night complete our cruise disembarking in Amsterdam, and then to be whisked to Schiphol International Airport to head home.

We were particularly excited to enjoy the 19 remarkably preserved 18th century windmills. Our daughter-in-law is of Dutch decent and we were looking forward to learning more about the tracts of reclaimed land from the sea achieved by the power of the windmills and dykes.

It was 6:15 in the morning, when through her closed eyelids as she lay in bed, Jo-Ann was aroused by lights flashing in the room. She opened her eyes and noticed the television on the opposite wall was re-booting. This is when the thought, “There must have been a power failure”, crossed her mind. Then, there was a loud crunch, a scrape, that was then followed by a second crunch. Mark, her hubby jumped out of bed, threw his clothes on and said, “Wait here, I’m going to check this out.”

Meanwhile, Jo-Ann made a mental note that the life jackets were stowed under the bed. Then it crossed her mind that the ships engines are powered by electricity and if there was indeed a power failure, the engines would have cut out as well.

Being that we were now on a very busy stretch of the Rhine River, Jo-Ann felt a ripple run down her spine, and I must say I had a little stoma burp. This is when she jumped out of bed and headed for the stateroom balcony. Throwing open the curtains Jo-Ann saw a stone piled break water, (a breakwater is a structure constructed on coasts as part of an anchorage protection from both weather and longshore drift), that was only about 8 feet from our balcony. “Oh, this is not good,” she thought. She then quickly dressed and then Mark returned.Blog #16Blog #17

“Well, we’ve run aground, the Captain has beached the ship,” he said very calmly. “Nothing to worry about right now, we’re okay. The boat had an electrical failure, the engines cut out, and the result was loss of control to maneuver the ship.” Thanks to our competent and fast acting Captain, he dropped 3 of the ships anchors, which caused our ship to swing around in a U-turn fashion, and to purposely beach us on the shore, opposite of the town of Reese. (Reese is a hamlet in the Nienburg District of Lower Saxony in northwestern Germany). This placed us out of the busy river flow, and so saving us from the danger of hitting or being hit by other ships on the river. Ja Kapitän, (Yeah, Captain)!

Jo-Ann and I left our balcony and went up to the upper sun deck, there we met most of our shipmates. Everyone was calm and filled with humour. The cruise staff were outstanding and helped any anxieties we might have been feeling at the time. There wasn’t a band playing, “Nearer, My god…”, on the deck, so we knew we were most probably okay and not sinking.

In fact, of course we did not sink. As the day wore on our Cruise Director Gary, kept us informed on the latest. He regretted we of course would not make it to Kinderdijk, we would not see the windmills. All the while River Security came aboard the ship, tug boats held vigil beside us, and a salvage barge was dispatched to locate our 3 anchors now laying at the bottom of the Rhine River, (lost due to the intense strain on the chains, as the boat had been travelling at a good clip the anchors had broken loose from the ship during the safety maneuver). Our ship wasn’t going anywhere until we had the 3 working anchors once again.

As the day passed the local German media arrived on shore, and I must say we were the stars of the shores. The town folk of Reese were curious and lined the wall on the opposite shore from us, I’m sure discussing our predicament. By mid-morning #1 of our anchors was located and delivered to our ship. By early afternoon #2 anchor was retrieved and delivered. Meanwhile, our cruise director was working the phones and announced to us, buses would be arriving on the opposite shore to drive us overland to Amsterdam. Then, we would all be placed in a hotel, with a small boat cruise of the Amsterdam canals later in the evening. We only needed to locate, retrieve or acquire a 3rd anchor. It would be then we would receive authorization from the authorities to be pulled off of the shore, and the Captain would maneuver the ship straight across the river to the opposite shore at the village.Blog #18

This is what happened. With our 3rd anchor installed and working, a large container barge with full engines roaring pulled us off the shore, and our Captain deftly steered our ship to the opposite shore.

In our buses (193 of us and some cruise staff), we headed across the countryside to the hotel in Amsterdam, our Cruise Director had arranged for all of us to stay that night, together as a group. Now I must say, Jo-Ann wondered what hotel that accommodated around 200 people with only a few hours notice during the height of tourist season, would be like.

Well, need not have worried, as a few hours later our bus pulled up to the hotel in the heart of Amsterdam! Our hotel was as upscale urban as I’ve ever stayed in and our posh room was spacious and well appointed, we even had our own office. Our room was comfy, we were served a buffet dinner in the Grand Hall, and we embarked on our Amsterdam canal cruise. By the time we crawled into our beds later that evening, it had been another adventure on the rivers and canals of Central Europe. The following morning we boarded our plane, and headed back home.Blog 20

As adventures go, ours was filled with all of the excitement, unusual experiences and it was peppered with a little danger, making the past couple of weeks an amazing and wonderful escapade indeed!

Shakespeare wrote the play, “All’s Well That Ends Well,” believed to be written between 1604 and 1605, and so if at the end everything isn’t all right, then it’s not the end.

Well, Jo-Ann we have ended this adventure, and all is well, now on to the next!

Thanks Percy, now that was how it really happened.

Percy Stoma

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“Hey, Gramma Jo Has a Moustache”

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Called out by my 4 year old granddaughter as I walked into the living room. Honesty from the mouths of the innocent little ones. With chuckles and laughs, I peeked into the mirror, and she is right! I’m in the 6th decade of my life journey and my body is reflecting the mileage, pain and wonder, of a life that was almost cut short several years ago.

When my stoma Percy was created there was instantly a rupture in the normal course of my life. It was an emergency lifesaving surgery, and I was left stunned into incomprehension. Ostomy had never been discussed, I didn’t really know what an ostomy was, I only knew some folks eliminate in a pouch, whatever that meant. The tragedy of the illness that brought me to that point, and the physical alteration the would be permanent, sent me on a turbulent intellectual, emotional and physical, pilgrimage to discover the meanings in and of my life.

Although my colon was no longer connected, my whole being began to reconnect as I began to recount and then discover what is important to me, what is meaningful, and what is not meaningful anymore. The pain revealed things not otherwise had ever been seen by me. When I arrived at the core of my pain it marked the moment when what was unseen in normal circumstances became more visible.

My pilgrimage continued, I stepped beyond the core as I expanded my insights through the communication and connection with other ostomates. Their experiences and observations became my teacher. Through the teachings I progressively modified my own knowledge base and my attitude.

With each new pain, tragedy, joy, and life triumph experienced during the bonus times of this life journey, I am alive. With each experience I am given the opportunity to expand and enhance the depth of meaning of the beauty of life. The beauty of living life large, living every tiny piece of intimacy, and living life to the fullest, in spite of it all.

With a moustache, wrinkles, bulges, sags and my stoma Percy, I am not an extraordinary person. I am rather, an everyday person, an average Jo with a deep love of life. I never expected this turn in my life journey. But as I have learned, in the heart of any and all human pain, tragedy, joy and triumph, there are things that we never dreamt and imagined.

Jo-Ann L. Tremblay


“Everyone you meet has a story to tell.”

Friends Are Better Than Therapy

We left our home in the cold north last November to spend the winter in the warm sunny south. It was at this time we also left our friends behind. We arrived at our


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winter home in a community where we knew only a few people, it could have been lonely, but as it turns out this is not the case.

We have become members of a neighbourhood with a true sense of community. There is no doubt the setting is well kept and beautiful, and our little home is nestled on the banks of a canal filled with fish, waterfowl, and the occasional alligator. But the natural beauty is only part of the joy, it is the people who pull it altogether.

In the mornings when I take a walk, everyone I meet along the way, greet one another with a smile and a wave. If someone needs a helping hand, there is a line up of folks ready to give of themselves. In the afternoon when I wander down to the bay, people exercising their dogs, people fishing, and folks like me simply enjoying the day, catch up with the latest news. Our community friends are our pals and buddies.

We all have different lifestyles, have come from different places, we follow separate paths, thoughts and memories, yet the feeling of fellowship with each other is powerful indeed.

A short while ago I met a new friend who is a fellow ostomate. She is new at this life altering living and we spent an afternoon sharing our experiences and knowledge gained. At the end of our delightful afternoon we decided to organize a “ladies night out”. Within a  few weeks through word of mouth, we decided to go to the Crab House Restaurant within walking distance from our community, and off we went. With laughs, giggles, great conversations, sharing pictures and more, we who are ostomates and our non-ostomate friends shared a wonderful evening of food, drink, merriment and camaraderie.

Communities come in all shapes and sizes, and they come together for different reasons. We humans are social and when we share a feeling of community with others we are drawn together in fellowship regardless of age, race, colour and creed. Together no matter our personal circumstances, challenges and triumphs, we receive and express support, balance, harmony and joy with our community of humanity and our world.

In our book of life the next page is blank. As we greet the new day a page is turned, and we fill that page with our life happenings. The people who share the day with us sit at the heart of our story. As always the language of the heart is eloquent.

Fellow ostomtes you are not alone, join an ostomy support group, become a member of an ostomy social media group, connect with your ostomate and non-ostomate friends and neighbours. When you do this, you fill the pages of your life story with the joy of people, as you strive to live your life to the fullest, come what may.

Jo-Ann L. Tremblay


“Everyone you meet has a story to tell”




Do Our Hearts Need To Break To Grow?

Everyone has a story to tell and I am struck by the stories that speak to the moments of

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Chris’s Rainbow Cloud. Photographed by: Jo-Ann L. Tremblay

our lives. Each of us who are ostomates and the non-ostomates who share our lives, have an extraordinary capacity to heal from the greatest tragedies and this fills me with awe.

Every year the month of February is a bitter-sweet journey for me. It is the month that we celebrate my son Richard’s birthday, this year he turns 38. He, our little miracle who we were told could never be. It is also in February that we mark the death day of our son Chris. I’ve lived his death day for 42 years now, and I still feel the unspeakable joy of being graced with him, and then the feeling of his passing impacting me to the core of my being. It is the day I have to accept that he has left us. It is the anniversary of the wailing good bye. It is the annual reminder of how fragile and precious life is, and how deeply and profoundly I love with all of its risks.

Many times through the past 42 years I have tried to make sense of how this could have happened. How could a seemingly healthy 4 month old baby be taken from his parents? Why did it happen? He didn’t do anything wrong, he was just a baby! Then once and again there are the fresh tears as I accept the unbearable pain of good bye.

Through the years I’ve deeply questioned everything I think I know and how I think I know it. Chris, his birth, his short life and his death has been a tragic great teaching for me. Chris taught me life is precious and fragile. He has taught me the world is a wondrous and mysterious place. He has taught me that although I at times feel profound sadness as I stand lonely amid my community of humanity, these are also the same people who with an open heart lend me courage as I face searing heartbreak.

Does our hearts have to break to grow? I do not know the answer to this question. What I have learned is; I refuse to allow any life tragedy to over take me as I feel in my heart life goes on and I will live life to the fullest, I believe my dearest wants that for me. That all life is uncertain, and if we choose to love, it will mean keeping our heart open in the face of perpetual uncertainty. When our courage is tested and we face crisis, a small door opens somewhere inside and we begin to ponder life. Through tragedy we become seekers launched on a path where everything and everyone becomes a life lesson that touches and teaches us.

The nightmare does have a happy ending. Chris’s short life blessed the entire family with joy, and his great life and death teachings of unconditional love, the fragility of life, and the gift that all life no matter who we are or how short it may be…lives on.

Jo-Ann L. Tremblay


“Everyone you meet has a story to tell.”



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Another BAG Another DAY

Percy and I are excited to announce Another BAG Another DAY is now also available for purchase through KOBO and iTunes.

Another BAG Another DAY continues to be available through AMAZON worldwide.


Better WITH a Bag Than IN a BAG is available through AMAZON worldwide, KOBO, and iTunes.

7 Bursts of Glow

Oh how wondrous, it’s pure delight! Seven is a number that is often referred to as the number of completeness and perfection, (both physical and spiritual). There are 7 days of the week, 7 notes of the musical scale, and 7 directions (left, right, up, down, forward, back and centre). And for us, 7 also represents the birth of our 7th grandchild. SBurst of Glowo tiny and so innocent, our little granddaughter has the magical ability to ignite us with a burst of glow that glimmers and gleams. She is snuggled up within us and the radiance of her glow has added to the luminosity of our heart light that now outshines the celestial sun.

A friend of mine recently said, “If we had to do it all over again, we’d probably have our grandchildren first.” For me, I am in awe that my life was spared, Percy Stoma was created, and I was carved into a survivor. As an ostomate, this 2nd chance at life means I can live my life to the fullest. As ostomates we have another opportunity to embrace the joy and trials of experiencing our lives as it unfolds.

Already our 7th little one and I have mounted her unicorn (named Stinky), and began our mystical journey through the mushroom fields and peony forests. Arriving at the enchanted grove where the faeries live, one by one each of the faeries sprinkled shimmering faerie glitter on her button nose.

As life will have it, this is the beginning of many adventures we will embark upon together. Her birth is the start of her circle of life, ostomates such as myself have been reborn, and have begun another circle of life.

Welcome little one to the Planet and to your time. May you live life to the fullest.
Welcome ALL who create a 2nd chance at life, may you once and again live life to the fullest.

Jo-Ann L. Tremblay


“Everyone you meet has a story to tell”



An estimated 750,000 Americans and 90,000 Canadians live with an ostomy every day, including myself. Our ostomies have saved our lives and now we have a 2nd chance at living life to the fullest. Through awareness and advocacy we are celebrating all who have and will have an ostomy, and to the families, friends, caregivers, and medical professionals, who will join them on their journey.

Live, love, laugh and enjoy your day to the fullest!

Percy and I send our best to you all.

EXTRA…EXTRA…Another BAG Another DAY has arrived!

Extra Extra largePercy and I are pleased to announce:  Another BAG Another Day Creating a new Lease on Life in a New World (the sequel to Better WITH a Bag Than IN a Bag), is now available in paperback and KINDLE versions. Soon to come on KOBO and iTUNES



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*To my Canadian friends: currently Another BAG Another DAY is available in KINDLE format only with You may purchase the paperback version at

Jo-Ann’s New Book – Another Bag, Another Day – September 23, 2015

Jo-Ann’s Latest Book, Another Bag, Another Day, is the sequel to Better With A Bag Than In A Bag. Jo-Ann an ostomate and Percy her life sustaining stoma have co-written this funny, hopeful, yet inspirational and adventurous true life account of their journey as they march to the beat of the recovery drum. With all the power left in them, this story goes beyond survival to arrive at the gateway of a new world, a new life, a new normal.

Jo-Ann’s New Book
Another Bag, Another Day
Arrives September 23, 2015

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After September 23rd you can order your Kindle & Paper Back copies through Amazon
(Canada, USA, UK, Europe, Australia, Mexico, France, Germany, Italy, Spain, India, China)

The Art of Life & The Life of Art

It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge – Albert Einstein.

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Planet Explosion
Artist: Emelyn

It was my distinct honour and pleasure to enjoy an art day with our 10 year old granddaughter Emelyn, in July. Oh, what a glorious day!

We immersed ourselves in the logistics of preparing for our art, acquiring the necessary tools to create with, and the joy of creating. Emelyn explored and engaged in every aspect of the creative process. She had so many wonderful questions. For example; “What medium is best for what I want to accomplish?” Together we explored the art store shelves filled with paint brushes, as I shared information on the various painting tools an artist would use in order to achieve a particular technique and outcome. Then we chose the type and size canvas shapes to compliment the paint medium to be used, and for the display configuration she envisioned for her art creations on the wall. We took a time out, enjoying our lunch together, as we explored and discussed her art project ideas.

Arriving home we immersed into creating. We laughed and giggled with the joy of our imaginations as she worked all afternoon breathing life into 3 canvases. She transformed each plain white canvas into colourful vistas of beauty that evoke the emotional power of creativity and imagination. When we completed the final canvas she exclaimed, “I love this one, look how the colours blended!”

Her art shimmers with colourful creative expression, and at the same time the art anchors the accomplishment of, “I created this.” Her loving and supportive family have honoured her artistic pieces by displaying them. One is on the dinning-room wall, one in the living-room, and the third at the front door. Everyone who enters their home is graced with the opportunity to appreciate each work and to explore them with their own individual imagination.

The life of art is the application and expression of our human creative energy and imagination. It is an exploration enjoyed by the artist and the viewer alike. Stirring the imagination, the art invites them to explore their own revelations from within the art, each time it is viewed.

The art of life engages us in envisioning what is important to us, and what we want for and from our life experience. Initially without knowing all of the details of what, when, where and the how of what we are choosing, we immerse ourselves into the logistics of preparing for our artful life vision. We inventory our tools in the form of talents, skills and abilities, in our personal and professional toolbox that we will use to make our vision become reality. If we don’t have a particular tool to achieve a particular outcome, then we explore what is required and we acquire that tool, all for the purpose of creating. We choose what we want our vision to look like, and then, where and how it will fit into the canvas of our lives.

Time outs on our own and with others are important interludes for rest and relaxation, which is always helpful in bringing forward the appreciation of our current reality, as we explore the hopes and dreams of our visualized future.

We immerse ourselves in living and working on ourselves and on our life experiences. We laugh and we cry as we breathe life into the blank canvas of our lives. We transform ourselves and our lives with the emotional power of our creativity and imagination. Even those whose point of view is that they and/or their lives are mundane, can say, “This didn’t just happen, I created this, at  least in some part.” Even if they are not creating everything that is showing up or not showing up, as the case may be in their life, somehow they are contributing something to it.

In art and in life, you are always using your point of view paint brush. Some of us choose to transform ourselves and lives into technicolor creations. Some of us choose to transform the technicolor of our lives into black and white creations.

In life and in art, with every blank canvas, regardless of any and all happenings, there is always the hope that our creative expressions and the knowledge we gain through our choices, that there will always be constant generation and creation of possibilities.

In the life of art and in the art of life, the artist takes control of their visions, the self, and their tools as they immerse into every creative and life expression. What the artist cannot control, they then use the experience as an inspiration. Neither the artist nor the art is perfect, this leaves room for them to further develop and grow. In the experiences of the artist, life is an ongoing process of discovery and co-creation with life.

Jo-Ann L. Tremblay


“Everyone you meet has a story to tell.”