My mom said something to me this morning that was so revealing and it struck deep. A flippant remark, yet, telling. Telling of humanity perhaps or our maturity as a collective perhaps – I’m still not sure. She was talking about my cat actually. We’ve just recently been letting my indoor/outdoor cat outside in…
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Safety matters. A sense of Home matters. Today I let my cat outside for the first time. Some context. It’s been less than one month since we’ve left our home in Mexico and landed in rural Canada. 26 days to be exact. If you know anything about cats, you know they are very connected…
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If you haven’t read my latest post you might not be aware of this major liminal space I currently find myself. Something about the liminal is that it always inspires me to digest and reflect. It’s prime integration time in other words. I don’t talk about this too much here on the blog, as…
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Ah, the Liminal Space. The place we like to wax poetic about, yet desperately try to claw our way out as quickly as possible once we find ourselves there. We like to romanticize change as if we enjoy the process of moving through the Dark Gate. We don’t. We just like the fantasy of…
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when we were whole you could see it in our eyes, our cheeks full, our innocence shining unabashedly in our smile. when we were whole we could smell wet fresh dewy grass cradled by the damp soft earth watching clouds and sky blue. when we were whole we didn’t yet know of the…
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I open my email to a newsletter … Another White Woman Yoga Retreat … This one Shamanic … Seemingly appropriating not only one, but several indigenous cultures. I sigh. I feel a mix of emotions. Perhaps it’s because I know this particular White Woman in question and it is not so easy to pile her…
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On a personal level, my nickname in high school was “slow-mo”. It was given and used with endearment and love – I was not amused. However I could not shake the truth of the thing – I at my essence, at my core, am slow. I have always carried within me a deep well of…
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displacement noun /dɪˈspleɪs.mənt/ the situation in which people are forced to leave the place where they normally live What does it mean to belong? This is an important question to unravel and continue to unravel. In fact, the continuum of the unraveling of belonging I believe is one of the core underlying drivers and motivators…
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I seriously think we have this abundance thing wrong. We’ve confused abundance for material wealth and possessions. We’ve confused it with having a house, or land – property, vacation homes, and investments. And by doing so, we’ve confused abundance with survival. They are nowhere near the same thing, although they sometimes exist within…
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I do not dream of labour. You have likely heard this trope before. Right after the phrase “find what you love to do, then do that for work and you’ll never work a day of your life”. Or something like that. This was clearly written by someone working some corporate job they hate,…
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