Mary Wright Mary Wright is a singer, writer, poet, songwriter and mother of four beautiful children. Mary’s accomplishments not only embody raising four children, as a single mother, but also include: Voice and Music Theory at the Royal Conservatory of Music; acting in theatre and films; self-publishing three poetry chap books, “Poetry By Mary Wright”; a songbook, “The Shadow”; a novel, “Healing The Spirit Inside Out” (2001); released a CD, The Shadow (2002); and a children’s book, “How Miriam Met Her Shadow” in the Spring of 2004. During 2003 to 2018, Mary performed her songs, read her poetry and children’s book at various venues across Canada; contributed her writings to the Atkinson Poetry Club’s yearly poetry book, “A View On The Garden”; became an Associate Director of WIAProjects; a speaker/panellist at the International Black Women of Congress Conference held in Toronto; spoke at the 2nd Annual Health Disparity Conference in the Teachers College at Columbia University in New York; joined The Alliance for A Poverty Free Toronto (APT), a subcommittee of Social Planning Toronto; showcased her fine artwork with CWSE at OISE and at the Jamaican Canadian Association; and the list goes on…. Always curious and continuously learning, Mary intends to continue sharing her experiences through the written and fine arts.
PEACE IS EVERY STEP I TAKE I have been born, raised and live in a peace less system on a world called Earth. I have never truly known peace, or have had very little of it because this system doesn’t allow peace (like hope) to exit long enough for it to be felt and known. The governments and their institutional experts, the commercial Medias and their offshoots, my family, friends and social groups, the usual suspects, have flooded my mind and five-senses with their ideas and images of peace
from birth to now. And it goes on the same way with others, generation after generation. On Sunday, December 09, 2012, I saw the most beautiful Sunset. A Sunset I had not seen in 16 years. The first time I saw a Sunset like this was in April 1989, when I went to back to Jamaica to bury my father. I was in Montego Bay, where Frank my partner, my twin sister and her husband and I were staying at a small seaside chateau, where this man from Australia was staying too. After Frank went to lie down, I went to stand on the veranda where I could look at the sea and watch the airplanes land. Suddenly, everything became so quite. I heard a slight rustling sound behind me and turned around to see what was there. It was the Australian man who was staying in the room next to ours. He walked closer and stood beside me. He said, “Look up into the sky.” I did. We silently watched the Sunset until it disappeared into the sea. Everything turned to darkness. Then he said, “My name is Peter”. What is your name?” I replied, “Mary”. He looked at me and said, “That is my wife’s name too.” We spoke about our reasons for being in Jamaica, our next destinations within the country and when we were
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