Thankful

Photo: Alfred Schrock

The first national Thanksgiving holiday was celebrated on November 26, 1789. President George Washington proclaimed it “as a day of public thanksgiving and prayer, to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many and signal favours of Almighty God”.

It is a time of prayer, hot chocolates and lattes. Of sharing, giving thanks to the harvest and people in our lives. As well, It’s a celebration of life, warmth and safety as we congregate with our loved ones in thankful appreciation.

This holiday season, I wanted to remind you to not forget to give thanks to yourself. It is ever true that love begins with self love. Don’t forget to thank your beautiful self for all that you are and all that you do. Appreciate your own efforts at life and show gratitude to yourself, so that it may spread beyond you to all around you.

Happy Thanksgiving!

The Icon Review

“Carla Golian’s THE ICON is a religious, spiritual, historical, romance tale all masterfully wrapped up in a mystery novel. THE ICON lures you in with the main character’s personal secret and then leads you on her journey for answers, paying it all off as well as any movie.  


While reading THE ICON, you’ll feel as if you’ve been swept away to Paris.  And when you’ve finished the book, you’ll be questioning your own place in the universe.  A fun and thoughtful read. “

~ Jason Filardi, writer of Bringing Down the House and 17 Again

Colours Of The Côte d’Azur

I’m walking down by the water in Monte Carlo… the big blue sea sparkling its harmonious melody.

The afternoon summer breeze lifting my hair, penetrating my soul with the glow of pink and orange sunset hues.

A sailor tips his hat nodding his head – paying homage to my viral femininity – . His eyes sway to the click of my heels for what seems like an eternity.

I’m wearing Chanel No. 707 on my fingertips, and 507 on my lips.

With Every Beat of My Heart

As the dust settles with the wind,

So my pen rises to settle the words wanting escape from this institution my body and mind have become.

No one direction, merely an exhalation of my emotions, a resurrection in deep need.

In the dichotomy of fragility and stubbornness, they float in limbo.

The heartbeats which beat disguise of pain or premonition.

Squeezed into a chamber, crying out for exhalation and resurrection.

Outside Looking In

Carla Golian, 2017, oil on canvas, 40 x 50 cm

Passes by, passing me by,
I watch, as the train goes by.
Hoping it’s not my life,
Passing me by.

Sitting on the outside, looking in.

A couple of days after I drew up a sketch for this painting, on August 11,  a train traveling from Cairo crashed into another in Port Said in Alexandria. It was an unfortunate tragic accident. Goes to show that sometimes, it’s not so bad being on the outside looking in.

Spirited Away

Carla Golian, 2017, oil on canvas, 40 x 50cm
This painting is inspired by the Anime film, Spirited Away

I try to let go, to let go, to let go,
And to let go some more.

I try to hang on,
To the faith, to the hope, the beauty

I try to hang on,
To the promise that no one made,
The promise of the promised land.

The divine paradise.
To be,
Spirited Away.