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Counting: one, two, three... 

“We need deliberately to call to mind the joys of our journey. Perhaps we should try to write down the blessings of one day. We might begin; we could never end; there are not pens or paper enough in all the world.” - George A. Buttrick 

 

Yesterday was the day of good news. I decided that today it would continue and that as long as every challenge is an opportunity to become stronger then there is no bad news only great lessons for which we can be thankful.

 

That snippet of zen wisdom comes after the less zen stress I was not able to conquer. No matter how much I tried. The hardest thing for me lately was to be utterly and completely powerless. Let me explain. My daughter had an accident which completely crushed three fingers on her dominant hand. Over the last few weeks it has been meds and surgeon visits to follow up on extensive reconstructive surgery. Amputation was always hovering like a dark cloud. The stress, fatigue and worry about how to help my teenager deal with the psychological scar an amputation would imply was tortuous. I knew I had to let go. I knew her journey was not my journey even if she is on my journey. How could I send my daughter to school one morning and she be forever changed? I could do nothing. Or it felt like nothing… I could not heal her. I was not her doctor. I cared for her. I appreciated her unwavering good spirit. I even appreciated the odd moment when she was acting her frustrating teen age. 

 

We appear to be out of the critical moment now. I am very grateful for the wonderful and talented surgeon at CHEO, Dr. Duncan. I am very proud of my daughter’s strength. 

 

This week we count our blessings. Marc asked me today what I wanted for Christmas. My answer was this: “nothing, I already got what I wanted.” Christmas has come early. 

 

Namaste!

Bianca

 

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I can't hear you... 

“Most people do not listen with the intent to understand; they listen with the intent to reply.” Stephen R. Covey

On top of all the challenges that have shown up in my life lately, I have an opportunity for evolution (all suffering is evolution says Buddha) that is a true test.

 

I have long noticed that a lot of people don’t listen at all. They listen for the “space” that allows them to speak. They are just waiting for their chance to express their thoughts and opinions. When I first noticed this, I was genuinely struck with the desire to examine this behaviour in myself. After all, everyone is our mirror, so what we see in others or bothers us in others usually exists in ourselves. Like it or not, take notice and you’ll start to see the truth in that more often than you wish to admit. So I did. I chose to really listen. Speak less. I started to notice how many people who argued about not being heard were themselves horrible listeners. Most of the time arguing at some later point in time that you never mentioned this or said that, or I’m not aware. 

 

When you are the type of person that has a commitment to harmony, you listen and look for every solution possible. It is the solution that is important. Beyond blame, beyond the cause of whatever problem it is you are trying to solve, the solution itself is the goal. I also believe that every problem has several solutions and that if you are really committed to doing what is right for all concerned, it is possible to find a solution where everyone can be happy. This does require that the other person, or persons, involved also wish to find a solution. This can not happen when one party is more concerned about being right. There are many times when being right and doing what is right are not the same thing. When you are intent on being right chances are you are not listening at all, except for the opportunity to speak your mind yet again.

 

So… harmony shmarmony? Well let’s just say even a peaceful warrior is a warrior. Doing what is right might mean changing our aim in order to reach the intended target. Practice makes perfect!

 

Namaste!

Bianca

 

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Sheep to the power of 10 or empty your psychological trash bin 

“Some people believe holding on and hanging in there are signs of great strength. However, there are times when it takes much more strength to know when to let go and then do it.” ― Ann Landers

 

I am in an insomnia daze. I can’t sleep. My daughter makes a whisper of a sound and I am up like a flash (with my cape on I might add). I need to empty my thoughts and let go but it is harder to do than I care to admit.

 

The last decent night’s sleep I had was November 23rd. Since my daughter’s accident on the 24th, my life has been turned upside down. First it was the emotional trauma and since returning home from the hospital, it has been a rigorous med schedule with timers going off in the night to stay on track. Actually my days are driven around the next timer; everything happens in between. My mind is having a really hard time turning off, not to mention letting go. But I know I have to… It does come down to faith. What we believe in is put to the test every once in a while. So I’m sitting in my living room while everybody in the house is sleeping (thank God for that!) wondering when “tired” will take over and allow me to sleep. The next timer rings in 3 ½ hours. I have no choice but to clear my mind. 

 

I guess I am going to find out what kind of strength I really have, one breath at a time. Good night. I hope…

 

Namaste!

Bianca

 

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This little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none... 

“Everything you can imagine is real.” ― Pablo Picasso

When a child is born, we count their 10 fingers and count their 10 toes and are grateful when they are healthy. Then begins the challenge of life.

 

When my son was 12 days old he started getting sick. He was a sick baby for the first couple of years of his life and spent them in my arms. For someone who was always suffering, he was a strong sport. I know many an adult who would have complained far worse than my little man. His sister who was always more dramatic was a little different. I used to joke that I hoped she would make her way to Broadway some day so that all this drama would pay off. Well this week, my daughter had an accident. Se had a very serious accident in fact. Her hand was crushed and the prognosis was not good. It was very difficult for us musicians to imagine the outcome for our graceful bird. In the hospital she was calm, she was polite and she was kind to all who tended to her. When the nurse who had been with us for her 12 hour shift came by before going home, my daughter opened her eyes and thanked her for everything she had done for her. Before going into surgery, we took a quiet moment together, to meditate, to pray, to focus on the healing. She had a beautiful calmness about her. She stayed positive. She was in great pain and yet stayed in control of herself.

 

After the surgery, when the surgeon told me all her fingers were alive, I was struck with a feeling of euphoria and an overwhelming gratitude. Both plastic surgeons who had reconstructed her had big wide smiles; we had anticipated the worst and had come through with the best outcome. My daughter smiled at us. Back in her hospital room she said to me, “Mom, I feel like there’s all these little construction guys in there busily working on rebuilding my hand!” “You keep imagining them rebuilding you chicken, and remember to thank them for their hard work!”

 

In the end it is the little things that matter. We all have the ability to create a great life. So count your 10 fingers and count your 10 toes and then count all your blessings. 

 

Namaste!

 

Bianca

 

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Hang on a second!  

"There is love in holding and there is love in letting go." - Elizabeth Berg

From the beginning we go through life accumulating. Little babies come into the world and are showered with gifts. Soon the “I want” and “Mine” stages settle in for the looooong ride. It’s all about grabbing on to stuff. So when do we learn about letting go?

 

There is so much baggage that we carry around every day that we could let go of. Just think about it for a minute. Old ideas and perceptions and judgements (most about ourselves…) get heavy and weigh us down. Ever watch a kid in a play area just grabbing and accumulating toys? They come to a point where they can’t carry anything more. Then they are faced with the situation that they can’t pick anything else up without dropping something. This dilemma happens to all of us all through our lives, it just isn’t as obvious that we have to be willing to let go of the what we’ve been holding onto in order to make room for something new. Anyone engaged in the creative knows you have to create space for new ideas to come in. You have to let go. 

 

The whole universe is engaged in a big recycling program of composting and transformation. In nature and in life, nothing stays the same for long. We were never meant to hold on to anything for ever, so let go and let life happen. 

 

Namaste!

 

Bianca

 

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The proof is in the sharing! 

"In performance, we have a greater purpose. The greater purpose is that we’re communing together, and we want this moment to be really special for all of us. Because otherwise, why bother to have come at all? It’s not about proving anything. It’s about sharing something." - Yo-Yo Ma

Photo by Claude Brazeau

 

Tonight Marc and took a walk in our neighbourhood and stopped in on a friend. We had a glass of port and just listened to her tell us stories. Then she told us that a good friend of hers passed away last month and her last outing before she died was our show in June.

 

Marc looked at me. “Imagine” he said. I smiled. I smiled because I was happy it was with us. I know she spent an evening full of fun and love and authenticity. I know when I get on a stage I offer my heart and my soul for those who wish or want to take it in. I don’t care all that much about critics. There are always people who do not like (or get) what you do. But for anyone who is looking to feel something real, I bet on me and my music with Marc. 

 

So we raised our glass of port to Danielle. I will surely think of her when we go back to the NAC on Oct 2nd. Long live life and the memories of those we love!

 

 

Namaste!

 

Bianca

 

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It starts with letting go. 

“The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.” - Gandhi

I had an experience with forgiveness recently that made me realize that forgiveness is more complicated a process than I had realized.

 

Firstly we must ask for forgiveness. In order for that to happen we must think we have done something that requires forgiving. I always have a bit of an issue with blaming and find it so unproductive. Blaming someone (or the need to blame someone) means they are pushed very far away, deep down and labelled with a big sticker that says “Wrong”. It puts them in a place where the automatic reaction is to not even want to apologize. There is nothing welcoming about someone who needs to lay blame. Blame breeds resentment not forgiveness. Yet forgiveness is what so many of us seek. That subtle ability to give something back to lessen the blow and lick a wound sort of speak. I personally found I could not ask for forgiveness unless I had forgiven myself. Asking it of myself was even harder than asking it of another. 

 

If we listen to Mr. Gandhi we will realize that learning to forgive ourselves is a sign of strength. After all how can we even think of forgiving others when we are unable to forgive ourselves? How can we accept forgiveness from another when we can not give it to ourselves? Let go of the blame and release it all to the universe. There is strength in letting go.

 

Namaste!

 

Bianca

 

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What time is it? 

Life is too short to be busy." - Tim Kreider 

 

The most precious commodity I have is my time. I divide my time between Marc, my children (2 + 2), my interests (too numerous to mention) and my job. Then of course is a seemingly unending list of projects and exciting recipes…

 

Life goes by in a blink, its rate of speed increasing like the rate of expansion of the universe. My to do list is never ending and sometimes I wonder what my kids think as they see me constantly fluttering about, planning and conceptualizing my next stroke of genius, with humility of course. The one thing I am just terrible at, is doing nothing. I believe that is an art. I do not master that art and ironically enough, learning to do nothing is on my “to-do” list. I am laughing at the very thought of it… Right this moment I am writing to you as I sit in the glow of a late summer sun, glass of white wine at my side in the company of another someone who is always creating. Any guesses?

 

Life is short but living in the moment makes time stand still sometimes. It happens when I am singing, writing, playing, laughing… creating. Take a moment to be in the moment and life won’t feel quite so hectic. I promise ;)

 

Namaste!

 

Bianca

 

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Like something out of this world 

“Paradise Lost is sometimes Heaven found.”Arthur Yorinks


When I was in my early 20s I had a boyfriend who was just one of these lucky people. In the face of unmet expectations, he would always say, “It must be a blessing in disguise!” In the end it always was.

 

A few years ago, when it was Celine’s 100th show, I was fortunate enough to be in Vegas at the festivities. Although I had been with Marc for a few years at this point, the occasion had never arisen to meet this wonderful boss my boyfriend could only say kind things about. That night when the opportunity presented itself, we no sooner had said, “Pleasure to meet you,” that someone hurried us into a pose for a picture and then she was off to the next paparazzi engagement. I had always been disappointed that I, who believes that "Anytime you can make an authentic human connection you have to go for it!" just didn’t make any kind of connection at all.

This week when Marc’s music career with Celine got put on hold indefinitely and he came home early, I was thrilled to have him home. There are the obvious reasons, of course, but also it meant Marc was free to do a gig with me on Saturday night. I knew the guest speaker for the event was Colonel Chris Hadfield, undoubtedly the most popular astronaut of his generation. When Hadfield was on the space station, we watched his videos. Marc had read his story and said, “This guy is like me. In 1969 when they landed on the moon for the first time, we were watching and we had the same dream. But Marc’s life propelled him into a different star system. So last night, after we were done playing our tunes, we sat in the audience and listened to Chris share a little about his inspiring journey but also about his view of how connected and the same we human being are on this planet. We were honoured to be there. It was a blessing for us to be together in that moment. Then the very talented Mr. Hadfield had Marc join him on stage to play his iconic version of the Bowie classic, Major Tom. And if that wasn’t enough, when he was done, he gave Marc his very very special and cool Space Station pick with his name on it. I’ve got pictures to prove it all happened in real time. It happened because Marc was not in Vegas on stage with Celine.

Marc Langis & Colonel Chris HadfieldThe pick that came from space


Originally at this event there were completely different plans. I wanted to be there so I gave my client a bunch of add-ons for free. I really wanted to come home with a picture of me with Colonel Hadfiled; my kids would be so impressed, I thought. In the end, I did not get a picture of myself with Chris. What I did get instead was a kiss on the cheek, a bit of conversation and an moment of authentic human connection that would not have come if I had been focussed on the selfie. The memory of that moment, that exchange, is the blessing I'll keep from what was a most lovely evening.

 

Opportunities can happen at anytime. Be careful about what you focus on. You might discover that with your unmet expectation, a golden opportunity is bundled up like the hidden blessings that it is.

 

Namaste!

 

Bianca

 

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Live and let love 

“Love is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgment and decision.” Erich Fromm, The Art of Loving

 

 

I feel rather fortunate to have come across this quote because it does express how I feel. The promise part has always been a very big part for me. 

 

Let’s start today by defining the terms used in this quote. I love going back to the dictionary because I find that sometimes we forget the full meanings of words. Judgement - a decision formed after careful consideration; the ability to make critical distinctions and achieve a balanced viewpoint. This last one really hit home for me, especially the part about achieving a balanced viewpoint. In love, as in other matters, that objectivity helps us make better decisions. Using judgement has little to do with judging others and more to do with evaluating what is before us. Balance is such a big part of life. 

 

When my marriage ended some years ago now, I remembered why I had married the father of my children. I had made a promise. My decision to leave was a long time coming. I let sound judgement balance what I was feeling. Leaving was the most difficult decision but I assure you that love and judgement provided a healthy outcome for all.

 

I know it may seem odd that I speak of the end of my former marriage in relation to this quote on love. To me it seems quite appropriate. Maybe in life if we remember that we love and why we love or loved, as the case may be, all our relations can be experienced as the high art of living they are meant to be.

 

Namaste!

 

Bianca

 

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Closing the distance 

“Love is more than about distance, it's about emotions.” ― Yannick Heywang

 

As happens almost every time Marc goes away, since he goes away for long periods of time, I am asked how we manage it. I have found a way to fold distance and time. My own way of course.

 

To put it simply, I write. I recommend that anyone who has to spend time apart from people they love do the same. If you did, you would find that every time you write you must bring yourself closer to them. Now, you can write a number of things in a number of ways. I write cards to Marc on a regular basis and I snail mail them to him at the Colosseum. As he reads them he is brought closer to me and to us and our life here at home. They collect all over his hotel room until he packs them up to take them home. If you are not a writer, you need not worry. It is not the words that you jot down on the page that matter so much as the intention you put into them. You don’t even have to mail them or ever show them in fact. The effect on you will be the same.

 

I will give you another secret. Just connect with how you feel and the words will come all by themselves, slowly at first but with more ease in time. It used to take me a whole day to write a blog and now the words flow quite freely. Practice makes perfect and every step bring us closer to our destination.

 

Namaste!

 

Bianca

 

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Kids being kids. Anyone game? 

"A characteristic of a normal child is that he doesn't act that way very often." - author unknown

Earlier I my son, after being asked twice to remove himself from the center of the kitchen floor, decided he would crawl to the livingroom. As he got to the hallway he noticed his shadow on the wall. "I look so skinny!" he exclaimed. "I could be  weiner dog" Of course this made him very very happy. Indeed!

I love being a mom. There is no greater test of patience or call to surrender than morherhood. Yet I just love all the quirky stuff my kids do. I am constantly finding "experiments" and observing odd behavior. It is amazing to go back into this wonderful world I left behind so long ago because I was in a hurry to grow up. Well, now I am not in a hurry to grow up at all. I want to stay right here in the deep end of childhood and laugh and giggle and be sad at sad things. I would have never had children if thier father had not wanted them. Thank God he did. 

I think I will go lie on the floor and read or play or something. Coming?

Namaste!

Bianca

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Daring, missing, turning another corner. 

“Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you’re close in heart.” - Kay Knudsen


I miss music. I miss my life in music. The opportunity to share music is the someone I miss. 

It is true that I never achieved any kind of fame or fortune in music. I am essentially a nobody. So why do I miss being a nobody? When I was busy playing a lot, enough to support my family which is no small feat in jazz in any city, I would spend far more hours in meetings and planning than I would on a stage. I was taking care of networking and bookings. All this was worth it for those few moments life would grant me in front of a microphone. In those moments I feel like my self ceases to exist and I am transported to a higher plane of existence.  I am not hungry. I feel no pain. I simply am. It is like being in the centre of a perfect moment. Weightless, timeless, bliss. No wonder I miss it. Some might say I am one with God. Call it what you will. There is nothing like it.

My life in music carried me through my most difficult years. I am grateful for it and I dare hope that an opportunity to create a new life in music is waiting around the next corner. Let’s go see…

Namaste!

 

Bianca

 

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Road music 

“The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.”  Friedrich Nietzsche

 

Well Mr. Nietzsche! I do wonder what he ate for breakfast to be so wise.

 

The dictionary describes a parable as, “A short story that uses familiar situations to reach a religious or moral point.” The melody, or the journey, is a destination within its self. Today was the last last last day of my school program. We had a wrap up to talk about our coop placements and what we did; what we learned. I am very happy that I am at the end, although my goal was to learn. Yet learning brought me to this end. Well, then there is the possibility of new beginnings… Life is learning. Life may have goals but the journey is our destination in this lifetime. I believe that is what we’re talking about here.

 

So let the music of life play. It will accompany you on your journey.

 

Namaste!

 

Bianca

 

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Razor sharp or strong as steel? 

“Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it.” - Thomas Fuller

What a jewel to find today. The process of finding a quote as a starting point comes from something I have done since Marc returned to Las Vegas over three years ago now. You see I write cards, almost every day and mail them to Marc.

 

In the beginning I found quotes from Japanese philosophy, knowing that Marc appreciates this culture. Then it continued to evolve. It is a process I adopted for my blog too, because it allows me to reflect upon the wise words of others. It allows me to ponder more deeply than just a smear on a FB page. I noticed that this daily investment of time and careful consideration brings with it a presence of mind. Each time I write I am close to my heart and the place I have made for Marc. I hope that each time he reads he is aware of my presence in my words. Intention is another word to describe this process of choosing to be all there and this ability to live fully, give fully with heart.

 

I believe I understand Mr. Fuller all too well. Absence creates an emptiness we long to fill. Presence comforts us and makes us whole. If you have not found presence in your world lately, don’t worry. You can be the presence in your life and be your own strength.

 

Namaste!

 

Bianca

 

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While singing a happy tune 

“Music produces a kind of pleasure which human nature cannot do without.” Confucius

 

Or maybe I sound say while happy singing a tune... as it is with me. Whenever I have the opportunity to sing, it has such a healing effect on me that I am happy for days after. What is it you ask?

 

I realize, now that my concerts are hand-picked therefore few and far between, how all those years of challenges, when I was gigging regularly, I was able to overcome incredible obstacles. I know it is because I was in music that I found a strength. Music is more than a pleasure, it has this healing effect. If it does with me, maybe it does through me. I hope. 

 


May you find the music that resonates with your happiness today and every day.

 

Namaste!

 

Bianca

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Time to want more. 

It's not that often that I put a cd on and realize that I've listened to it in its entirety and want more.....Well, this is one of those times” - Ken Ehrlich, producer of the Grammy Awards since 1980 about “i love”

Yes indeed. I must say that my life has been a real roller coaster of challenges as of late (and not so late) so when Ken’s email came in to Marc’s inbox it was a most welcome moment of bliss.

We have to take them when they come you know. Thos moments of bliss and happiness or just a break from the alternative. Like now. I have just finished a report and before tackling my last project of my program, I am just enjoying writing to you. After my exam tomorrow I will enjoy playing music with Marc, preparing for our upcoming shows. In between scrambling to find a new tutorial sponsor, I enjoy people who tell me they listen to “i love” in a loop in the car or that they feel happy every time they listen. We all have moments when life challenges us. We just need to find those happy times so we can balance it all in the end.

My challenge to you is that you allow yourself to spend a most delightful evening with Marc and I on June 5th. Like Ken, you may just end up wanting more.

Namaste!

Bianca

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A mom is a mom is a mom! 

“Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation.” - Robert A. Heinlein, Have Space Suit—Will Travel

Happy mother’s day. Last year I asked of my children that no matter what request was spoken on my behalf, that the answer be “Yes mom!” My son who thought this would take very little effort was quite enthusiastic at first. By mid-afternoon less so…

It is, in fact, a very happy mother’s day. On Friday night I was pondering the whole mother’s day thing and how to get around being served some high carb, turn the kitchen into a disaster area, breakfast. So I thought I would make the brunch myself. After all I like cooking. I love my family and isn’t that what being a mother is all about? Loving, caring and enjoying the process? It is. I love being a mom so why not celebrate by being the mom that I am?

The day was what it was. A typical day for any mom: conflict management, stress management, time management and some damage control thrown in for good measure. Now I can get back to “normal”!

Namaste!

 

Bianca

 

 

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To thine own self be true 

“If I’m going to sing like someone else, then I don’t need to sing at all.” - Billie Holiday

Photo : Claude Brazeau

Actually I just want to sing. I have my own voice. I have my own sound. It has taken me all of my life of exploring and learning and listening to arrive here. I just want to do it.

In the beginning of my career, I used to have people come up to me and say, “You sound just like …” Which was rarely true, of course. I found it a strange comment until I understood that it was meant as a compliment. Nonetheless I didn’t want to sound just like anyone. I wanted to sound like me. That is when I shifted my listening to male singers primarily. I told myself that even if I unconsciously imitated a male voice, because I am a female it would transfer over in a different way. They were the baby steps on my way to finding my sound. I was never the belt out a tune kind of singer. Not my style. So I looked for ways that resembled who I am as a human being to express myself. I tell stories. I draw people in close to me. I am the kind of person who is not afraid of an authentic human connection. I live for it, so I offer it as well. There is a way to challenge ourselves and stay true to ourselves.

With all my students my goal has been the same: to help them find their own voice. The day they find themselves in their songs, is the day a whole new life in music begins. Bravo!

 

Namaste!

 

Bianca

 

 

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