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 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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Of course! But OF COURSE! It struck me like lightning as I read “The Earth Path” by Starhawk. I’m reading words like “the energy embodied in systems, also stored, held available for future use … the solar budget” and I can feel in my bones that something is amiss. Yes, something indeed is amiss….
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There’s something I feel I need to confess. I’m not sure if confess is the right word – it certainly wasn’t a sin or wrongdoing. Perhaps what I’m looking for is to be witnessed, even if no one actually reads this post, there is something concrete and ritualistic about publishing words in the digital…
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In my previous post I shared my experience of how a flash of frustration and anger revealed threads of underlying grief in a spontaneous keening that sprang fourth from my body (you can read that whole post HERE). What I didn’t realize at the time of practice or reflection or writing that post just…
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What is the sound of grief? How does it move? Today I sat with a familiar feeling – perhaps you can relate (I imagine any human can) – the feeling of frustration. My frustration came from a recent phenomena. Lately in my spiritual practice I have been receiving silence – or no answer…
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I used to hold such a deep resentment for being born into a female body. A woman’s body. And I still have so many reasons to be in resentment. The patriarchy for one. The degradation of the planet (the ultimate symbol of the female body). The way we shame, consume, and exploit the feminine is…
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My ancestors were wanderers. Not at first, but after seeking political, religious, and cultural asylum in Canada in the early 1900’s, they moved from one settlement to another, transversing the country and eventually settling in BC, Canada. Then was the part where they burned all of their shit to the ground. Over and over again….
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just let it go … this is one of my most triggering things to hear. I absolutely hate it when someone tells me to let something go. Contemplating just what exactly is it about this particular phrase that just gets under my skin. I checked in with my body. And I landed on something juicy….
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