Letter from the Editor Alanna Rusnak Letter from the Editor Alanna Rusnak

We Are All Philosophers

Maybe art is the vehicle through which we can be evangelists for our own message… That’s what we’re all doing—every artist, every writer, every poet—we’re all just trying to share our view of the world. Not to gain followers or bring people into our camp, but just to prove to ourselves that what we believe matters on a grander scale.

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Letter from the Editor Alanna Rusnak Letter from the Editor Alanna Rusnak

Always Further

We did it. We have survived the first two months of 2022 even though survival feels a little bit like being stuck: stuck in the uncertainly of a world on the brink of wanting to return to normal but also terrified of what that means.

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Letter from the Editor Alanna Rusnak Letter from the Editor Alanna Rusnak

Where Do We Go From Here?

We’re ticking up to the one year mark of living beneath the direct shadow of a global pandemic. We were so naive, back in those early days of 2020, thinking it would pass us over in a week or two. There was a real sense of solidarity: people banging pots for healthcare workers, online concerts, handmade thank you posters. Gas dropped to a price I hadn’t seen since I was a child, everyone made bread, the world slowed down to try and heal itself.

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Letter from the Editor Alanna Rusnak Letter from the Editor Alanna Rusnak

On the Passionate Pursuit of our Values & How That Will Reshape Our Future

Years ago, a conversation with my husband about our personal passions went a long way towards helping us better understand one another. That discussion taught us to make space in our relationship to pursue those things, ultimately resulting in both of us being happier. I would even go so far to say Blank Spaces wouldn’t exist without that conversation.

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Letter from the Editor Alanna Rusnak Letter from the Editor Alanna Rusnak

Spring IS Coming

If you’re anything like me, winter has a way of beating you down. We romanticize memories of summer and lament the long months using snowman and crying face emojis. In true Canadian spirit, we leave our footprints in the snow, wrap our mittened hands around a Tim Horton’s cup, and increase our forearm muscles as we tackle the ice on our cars each morning. And, on the days when the mercury dips so low our furnaces and wood stoves can’t keep up, we sit in our   offices donning toques, scarves, and wool sweaters, repeating the life-giving mantra: this too shall pass.

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