Suffering optional. Pass the chocolate.
As I sail through one green light after another on my way to an appointment, I think of that magical day last summer, out on the lake by...
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Oct 3, 2021
Everything I Touch Becomes Part of Me
Meet Betty. Betty is my sourdough starter. What’s unusual about Betty is not that I’ve given a name to a mere concoction of flour and...
Sep 30, 2021
Compassion starts at home. Writing practice takes me there.
I'm a writer and a teacher. I write pretty much every day. But just a few short years ago, I was hardly writing at all, except emails and...
Aug 26, 2021
“But I don’t really write, I just journal”
Can I call myself a writer if all I do is “journalling”? Or morning pages? Writing in a writing class but not on my own? YES. I say yes,...
Mar 31, 2021
Sanctifying the Ordinary
Sanctification: making sacred. Sacred is an anagram for scared. We are often scared of the sacred. We are scared because we have not been...
Feb 1, 2019
Playing With Fire
In honour of the festival of Imbolc, which honours Brigid, the Celtic goddess of fire and the hearth. (Last year’s Imbolc post here.) I...
Nov 30, 2018
The Call Of The Jay
The call of a blue jay never fails to transport her to that moment in time, instantly, to a moment so many years past that she’d actually...
Oct 25, 2018
Not A Breeze
Silence, deep silence, not a breeze My step on the floating dock the only ripple Cascading along the still surface of the lake. A loon...
Jun 14, 2018
Take Your Body To Heart
It was a revelation of epic proportions when my first meditation instructor said to me, the body feels before you put words to it. I...
May 24, 2018
Reframing Writer’s Block
The last time I posted here, I said on Facebook that posting weekly was part of my self-compassion practice. Then I promptly skipped a...
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