Places Where I Hide

Places where I hide Featuring @thelittlestbit in @studio4athletics #dancestudio #expressivedance #victoria #vancouverisland #film #cinematography #videography #creativeproject #passionproject A post shared by Christian Michael Wiebe (@christian_michael_wiebe) on Jul 4, 2018 at 4:56pm PDT Advertisements

the end of the day

when at the end of the night your soul finds itself in front of the mirror feet bare muscles stretching skin sweating. tired your day one of endless movement finally over the rhythms slip under your skin and the unwinding begins hips move feet point chin turns deftly to spot over and over and over….

The Things You Don’t Know

A woman yelled at me today, for running out of chicken wings. It was 7pm. and I get it you know, I really do. But it felt unfair and my tongue threatened to rise up on its own accord and tell the truth. It wanted to tell her how the dish washer didn’t show up…

The Secret of How it is to Live

Sometimes the way we feel at night (as if the secret of how it is to live hangs within our grasp) sinks deep into our consciousness and we find with surprise and unsurprise all in one breath that this knowing exists always instead of exclusively in the hours of in-between (quiet enough to hear the…

The Moment

outside in the sun she leans. pear in hand the juices run rampant. tilted just far enough forwards that the sheer succulence hits the rocky ground rather than her purple pencil skirt. pleasure in every angle of her body she succumbs to the moment.


The new year slips out of the old wearing a cloak of darkness thick enough to fool us into believing that there are no new beginnings. Our souls turn inward finding (by surprise; by intention; by cyclical forces greater than our consciousness) ourselves. In awe we examine our desires and discover them to be both…


she speaks whisper words in a roaring world all the while wondering why it is she never feels heard

we wake –

the heart thoughts that I have yet to find the words for finally captured by leaves turning from alive to brilliant.

Letting Go.

Every time I run down a hill, I think of my high school cross country coach. The rocky path at Beaver Lake comes into my mind, and I can hear him talking. “Relax on the downhills. Let your stride lengthen. It’s here that you can make up ground. Most people you are running against are…

Magic Happens

the frequency where we shatter a low hum in our ears our subconscious mind ignoring it as it builds louder and louder. We tell ourselves that this frequency here this constant pattern of evenly pitched terror will evaporate if we continue to choose ignorance over bliss but then we shatter. the euphoric revelations begin as…

August 23rd, 2017 

It’s one of those days where I can see (faintly and smudgy against the horizon) where the idea that being a restaurant manager is glamorous comes from. My day starts languidly, rolling out of bed at 9:30am. I lounge in the sunshine on the back deck before jumping in the shower. Tossing around the desire…

A Parallel Shadow

Her feet whisper across the stage marking steps long since learned long since obsolete and still she turns endlessly on the same track her legs strong and sure within the movements of repetition. Her audience gone she dances mindlessly her soul cupped carefully in the hands of the ghost she has become. Without hesitation she…