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What does empowerment mean to you?  What word can describe it for you?  Freedom?  Choice?  Doritos?

Help us spread empowerment through art one word at a time!!! Pick a word, and take a picture with it in as creative a manner as you like! Spread your word!  Here’s how! xoox

Tania Joy

MARCH 4-8, 2013 is International Women’s Week, and LMG Productions celebrates by presenting WonderFest, a weeklong series of workshops and concerts that aims to promote an inspiring culture through art; a place for people to connect, cultivate and celebrate. WonderFest is coming March 4-8, 2013 Toronto!

YOU can help us spread empowerment through art too!


2) Take a PHOTO with your word

3) Tweet @LMGProductions “I’m spreading empowerment through art! #WonderFest”or email

We would be honoured if you would join us in our passion towards encouraging and empowering individuals through art.

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One of the pieces I’ve carried with me since I found it. It floated to the top in the flood. I can’t remember what I clipped it from, but it hung on a bulletin board for quite some time and is going back there.




FLOOD FLOTSAM: This is a poem I found in the flooded basement debris.  I wrote it in high school.  I like it because it’s about finding love but not necessarily romantic love.  I’ve always found incredibly deep love in friendship.

Someone Special

Someone special in your life
is what every somebody needs,
even if they’re kept deep inside your heart
and only come out in your dreams.

When all the others shake their heads,
their backs and walk away,
there should always be somebody standing,
someone special left to stay.

Through all unhappiness,
for all the times you cry,
someone special is there with a smile,
to dry your tears, to be on your side.

I’ve found this someone special in you.
Who else could there possible be?
You’re the only one in this whole wide world
Who makes me see someone special in me.

Wishing someone special for all of you!

Love love love!

FLOATING IN THE FLOOD: Comparative Chordate Anatomy

FLOATING IN THE FLOOD: a guffaw and a-ha walk down memory lane.

We had a flood in our basement that caused the rapid evacuation of accumulated random life bits.  As I sort and purge the flotsam, some items I will share.  This could be considered evidence that I’m a packkat (Get it? Pack…Kat? Packkat? Not packet.)

Comparative Chordate Anatomy: This is a mid-term exam I endured during my final year of university earning a degree in Science.  You know how they say that every 7 years all your cells are completely new and you’re a totally different person?  I think it’s especially true in the brain sector!  I know I passed this course and part of that process included answering 3 out of these 5 questions in less than an hour and 15 minutes. Right now I can’t even decipher what these questions are asking!  A sure sign that this is indeed my exam paper, however, is that I was using a purple pen.  I’m comforted to consider that not all things change so radically.  And I can still tell you whether a fruit fly (Drosophila melanogaster) is female or male and if it’s female whether or not it’s a virgin.  Not as popular a party trick as you’d think.  I could also look at a cross-section of a cell and tell you what organ tissue it came from.  That trick’s even less popular so I haven’t preserved the skill.  I can still touch my tongue to my nose, though.  I cultured that dexterity during—oh, I shant retell the procuring of that knack online lest my regenerated-amalgamation-of-cells self 7 years hence shuns me!

Please enjoy this mid-term exam, especially if you can answer 3 out of 5!

As always,

Kat Leonard, BSc.

Captivated And Reaching For Sunlight

Music normally captivates me in three ways:

1) The sound: the melody and ambience of simple tones or intricate chords dancing together in a magical arrangement

2) The lyrics: the words, specific or all-encompassing, that articulate, commiserate and motivate

3) The voice: The unquantifiable features of a singer’s tone and expression that speak to me irrationally and profoundly

Lily C captivates me in all three categories on Reaching For Sunlight.  This is Lily C’s debut English album and it is described as, “a collection of songs that reflect her journey to stay hopeful despite challenging circumstances.”

Reaching For Sunlight is joyful and beguiling pop music woven from sonic layers that lull and enliven.  It has rousing pep, addictive rhythms and penetrating depth.

The lyrics are enlightening, empowering and everlasting.  It may not be fair to extract lyrics from their song bed, but many of these are so powerful on their own that I had to list some of my favourites.

“…in my hurricane of grief can you show me how to breathe…”

“…just when you think that you’re gonna die, that’s when you realize you’re made to fly…”

“…I’m reaching for sunlight like city flowers do…”

Lily’s voice is like hard candy: sweet and solid.  It’s like whiskey licorice.

While listening to I Am A Bee, I swore I was soaring on the breeze with butterflies until someone walked in the room and I realized it was just me bouncing in my office chair.

Come Back To My Love affects me most intensely.  My heart is struck in all three categories– sound, lyric and voice.  The lilting piano notes lure me in off the top, and Lily’s supple and raw vocalizing clinches the enchantment.  Every time.  I could listen to her vocalization after the bridge on repeat forever.  It’s like she’s singing in my ear, whispering, speaking directly to me while I lay on a couch crumpled in defeat.  She’s the wee Fairy of Trust lulling me to the belief that everything will be ok; her metaphoric arms first cradling and comforting me before picking me up, dusting me off, and guiding me to stand again on my own with more strength than I had before.  If I were to do a cover of a Lily C song, it would be this one!

Listening to Lily C’s music is like starting your day off with a good breakfast: being nourished with your favourite cereal fortified with familiarity and optimism and sweet wee Lily bits that beam up at you through the milk, coaxing you to have a glorious day no matter what comes your way.  I think Reaching For Sunlight is a masterwork and I recommend you check it out!  Lily also has a pretty inspiring blog: Take A Deep Breath.

I look up to Lily and look forward to more music from her.
I also look forward to sharing the lineup with her at the upcoming Wonder Women V event August 8, 2012 at 7:30 at Celebration Square in Mississauga.  But more about that later…

…until then, may the music always play!

Love Kat

Off My Grid


For the past 10 days I’ve been on a travelling vacation, off the grid of my world and my own personal routine of chaos, away from the bed that knows me, loved ones that hug me, Tim Hortons and pizza delivery, away from internet and cellphone service and from my daily general busyness. I am in foreign lands where I must be on guard, find a bathroom, and utilize my fetal knowledge of foreign language to request beer and thank someone very much.

I was sad to be missing out on some events while away. What else was I going to miss? Would I miss out on an important piece of mail? Some witty Facebook updates? With the average lifespan of a social network page being a mere 3 hours long, certain aspects of online action would surely be rushing past my attention even more than usual! Would my grid implode without me? Am I being overdramatic? Is over dramatic redundant? Am I redundant? Am I getting carried away with rhetorical questions? That was rhetorical. Sorry.

If I’m missing something by being off my grid, I’m also gaining something from stepping away from it for awhile. It’s refreshed me. It’s given me some time to slow down and caused me to be introspective. It’s been nice to be an observer of other lives and leave most decisions to my traveling companions. At the height of my deliberations has been pastry choice. It’s not as easy as it may seem, though. Some chocolates are creamier than others and some are quite bitter! It’s been peaceful and strangely liberating to float along without a restrictive agenda, open to suggestion and adventure and another pastry with beer.

As I return to the grid of my world I feel fresh and optimistic. I anticipate more frequent stints off the grid and I intend to allow more flexibility in the grid itself to allow sustainable peace and spontaneity.