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  • Breaking Free from Old Beliefs.

    I’ve cried a lot, lately. I can’t believe there was a time where I was afraid to cry. Ashamed to cry. All because of a misguided notion that crying, somehow, makes a person weak. Not so, at all, I now… Continue reading

  • Wuthering Heights

    We saw it last night, and whatever they say about its lack of connection to the book…it was provocative. People don’t think of ourselves as animals. We like to see our thinky parts. Our kind parts, our in control parts.… Continue reading

  • The Power of Human Connection in Yoga

    I’ve been doing yoga for a few years, but this year I’ve been going to regular classes. My relationship with yoga is changing. I’ve started doing pilates, and that seems to have built the muscles I’ve needed to really enjoy… Continue reading

  • Integrity

    There’s a fire that is born when you betray your integrity. It begins with guilt and continues on to confusion. Usually it ends in regret. But what also comes is a fire that burns in your soul. An anger, a… Continue reading

  • Pilates and Cake

    So much cake. My goodness. My birthday was yesterday and my little boy’s was the day before. We’re still eating cake. As I squatted and lunged and bicep curled away at pilates this evening, I thought of cake. I bet… Continue reading

  • So Much Love

    I felt so much love from my little family, today. As I age, the value of family means so much more than it ever did. On my birthday, I felt the love with even more power. I’m going to head… Continue reading

  • The Elves

    I watched the Eurovision Song competition movie with Rachel Mc Adams and Will Ferrell again, the other night. I have such fond memories of watching it for the first time, so it was beautiful watching it again. The humour and… Continue reading

  • Touched By The Birthday Fairy.

    It’s my 43rd birthday on Wednesday. I nearly called out to my husband, ‘Hey honey, am I turning 43 this year?’ I can’t believe it’s gotten to that stage. Ha ha ha. When I was much younger, I used to… Continue reading

  • Death. And Life.

    The balloons lifted into the sky, and as they floated higher and higher: I met my humanity. We were in the final year of high school, and we’d just lost a friend to a sudden and unexpected brain aneurysm. The… Continue reading

  • Happy Birthday, Little Boy.

    My little boy’s birthday party is spinning around me as I type these words. We find ourselves after dinner, during cake, before presents: and by golly, there is noise. The most glorious kind. And the most deafening, uncomfortable kind. I… Continue reading