“Take nothing personally, least of all ourselves.”
Vaccines, masks, restrictions, phase 5 — to do or not to do. So serious, what others choose also so very serious.
Is it really? At the end of the day none of us will get out of life alive. We all die at…
Having choice seems to be something battered around a great deal throughout this pandemic. Whether one ‘should’ get vaccinated must be a choice. The choice to wear a mask is argues strongly for by anti-maskers. …
I sat with my arm around a young athlete. They were depressed and feeling not good enough, that feeling most of us have experienced at some moment in time. Not ___________ enough… just enter whatever word works for you.
What does that mean? What would you be if you were…
I decided to go blueberry picking. Berry picking is a pretty nostalgic thing for me. When I was young, I would go blue berry picking near our home just about everyday while the low bush berries were around. I got started berry picking with my dad. He would get us…
Discerning is not something you do. It is a felt sense of alignment. Rightness. You have successfully discerned truth when the answer may, in fact, not be logical or make sense. Discernment is often illusive because our minds are very busy creating pros and cons list from which we predict…
Week 1 of camp completed. Whew… Masks… follow the arrows… sanitize, sanitize, sanitize. I miss actually seeing faces, I miss smiles. I miss hearing words the first time. I miss hugs. I miss trust. I miss connection. …
Truth wove through my mind in the early morning today after dreams filled with a critic and a champion. In this dream, the critic was in fact, supposed to be someone there to help me. But instead gave me impossible challenges and spoke in a condescending tone, pointing out my…
This sparked one of those laugh out loud moments for me. Every morning and every late afternoon or evening, regardless of weather, temperature, or wind, I am out with to cover the minimum five kilometres with my dog. And often I am wearing this same attitude.
Trouble is, I have…
Another night of sipping warm milk with spices, downing Tylenol and sweating through my t-shirt. Another sleepless night. I had been asleep, but only for a few hours when the sweats start. Another night of recrimination, the seemingly joy-filled critic in my head recounting the glass of wine, then a…
She lay still listening to the instructions. Allow the power of healing within to take the form of a symbol or image. She witnessed arms wide and reaching outward. She heard the words of the song, Freedom, “I don’t belong to you and you don’t belong to me. …
