Hiatus

A mindfulness and poetry podcast offering thoughtful breaks in your day.

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

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

An ode to moments of falling in love while two lovers walk through the wilderness.

Is there a calling inside you can't deny? What opportunity are you are waiting for to answer?

Explore the relaxing and enticing feeling of paper on your finger tips in this ode to writing's canvas.

How do the places we visit transform us? Listen to a poem reflecting on the impact of an island during an artist's retreat.

Go on a journey in this guided meditation that will take you to a special place of tranquility and peace.

The art work of an art school's graduating class can be a moving thing. How one person felt while attending Etobicoke School of the Art's Portfolio Day 8.

Do we need everything we buy? Why do we shop so vigorously? One person reflects on the holes they try to fill with shopping. i have deep holes i try to fill with empty purchases and lost experiences   holes i so desperately want to understand where they come from? and what they tell of … Continue reading "Holes"

As two people get closer the intimacy between them can be like electricity. there's electricity that runs between us finger tips and pressed lips   i hold your hand for first times see through thought lines to what-could-be's moonbeams and big dreams   we touch each other tenderly like we could break this precious thing   clear as glass so evident we tread tenderly though we want to plunge so forcefully forward   pounding like horse hooves on thick floors then embracing   it's fireworks   and suddenly we don't question anymore it's only forward   no limits in speed from our own hearts   no slow downs or let downs just onward and upward - love is a beautiful thing Sound and words by b Wrauley Music by Poddington Bear Cover photo by Patrick Tomasso Learn more at http://hiatuspodcast.com and subscribe to our newsletter.

Thoughts caught in the middle of a bike ride through the city.

Is there a voice inside you that you can't ignore? For some that voice is creativity and answering it's call can be terrifying yet unavoidable.

On long drives we often pass through unexpected towns that are either abandoned or on the verge of abandonment. Here are some questions asked on one of those drives. who lived there once in dens of blue      - and green?   oddities imagined while passersby unknowingly were characters in a theatre unseen   damaged cords and cable dotted the stalwarts of property   these persons could not bind or hold/      these prisons      could not bind or hold Sound and words by b Wrauley Music by False Awakening Learn more at http://hiatuspodcast.com and subscribe to our newsletter.

What goes through your head in the middle of the most intense workout? Do you quit, or keep going... worn hands stuck to ground and feet like temporary displacement the calluses grow and sting from hanging on like weathered memories and permanent stains it all seems impossible at the worst moments and then you’re cut and bruised but somehow still around and after the pain it’s just you and truth and death, or life - choice Sound and words by b Wrauley Learn more at http://hiatuspodcast.com and subscribe to our newsletter.

Some thoughts from one participant's perspective during the historic Women's March of 2017. i joined women and others marching for progress in a system grown old and tired we hoped marches would no longer be needed still we danced on feet for more things than celebrated it was heavy and dancing became hard as lofted feet made loud sounds on soft ground forged by others in a system we refused to recognize Sound and words by b Wrauley Music by Mindthings Sound recordings from Women's March from Blog TO and Rational Raven Learn more at http://hiatuspodcast.com and subscribe to our newsletter.

Take a journey through memory, into the woods, to a small cabin. Reflect on time once spent on a vacation with deep meaning.

Do you ever have moments where you feel like you're completely loosing it? This poem reflects on some of the things we'd like to hear in those moments.

A poem about the intimacy of holding hands. why the hand? becuse the hand it touches it feels it senses to touch to feel to sensualize it all begins with the hands their clasping, grasping reaching to connect two hands meet to spark to feel around to ignite their possibility to ignite an excited lingering potential, arousal, suspicion anticipation, erection of rigid fingers wrapped with soft palms moist with nervousness and desire they meet and meet again one holding one stroking and then the other all back and forth with new sensations until they part. Words and sound by b Wrauley Music by Podington Bear Learn more at http://hiatuspodcast.com and subscribe to our newsletter.

A poem about cold coffee and a reminder of the delights of this delicious drink. cold syrup drips tongue cheek mouth throat it coats teeth taste buds toffee candy cherry liquorice chocolate plum exotic intoxicating crop of farm to cup slow contemplation early morning routine social adventure better than tea. Sounds and words by b … Continue reading "Cold Coffee"