Day 4 - Cedar, East Lake, Atlas <3

Today was a whirlwind. 3 wildly different concert by our residents today - 3 completely different venues yet at their core, the same passionate hearts, the same welcoming, embracing, supportive communities. We had fun, we played with intensity, abandon, freedom, love, we expressed our vulnerability, intimacy, our honesty. Our pain and hurt and frustrations just as much as our bewilderment at the magic - the golden orange yellow fire colours of the lake, the wind, the leaves, the unstoppable burst of emotion and sobbing from exhaustion, frustration, exasperation. It was all too beautiful. It was unfair, it didn’t make sense, no one understood. It was so hard.

Yet… it did work. Our people, our very own residents and our very own Airdrie proves again and again we are so lucky. We are so blessed to have you. All your generosity and trust and embodiment of what we believe in. You get it. You are understanding, kind, compassionate, fierce, genuine, sweet, hilarious, feisty, warm, sincere.

“Within the Words: a dialogue between readers and players”

By Liana Branscome

On the theory of this project: Humans are readers. We read not only words on a page, but the denizens of our community. Each glance and gesture, the intonations of a beloved voice, generate a kaleidoscope of emotions. We read the whispers of nature as we leave our homes each day and step into the uncovered world. We read the stories of our lives as they unfold, coming into contact with that of others.

Because of this, from the advent of humanity there have been stories - written words and oral traditions - and there has been music. When we read books and have conversations, we hear the stories of others. When we go home, we discover our immutable instinct to write our own stories and sing our own songs.
We write in myriad ways. Conversations are chamber music, each person learning from the other and creating something beautiful together. Authors and composers write these moments down in their chosen media: a joint effort to pass along the masterpiece.

I invite you to be part of the story and part of the song. Come with your words and with your music. Come alone and leave with a community.
— Liana Branscome

“Debussy On The Lake”

By the WMF Resident Strings

“Beer and Buddies”

by Troy Stephenson

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