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  • 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

  • Family

    I was planning on writing something from the heart. Something deep. Something that said something, about something important. But then the most important thing curled up on my shoulder in the form of a nine year old girl, and all… Continue reading

  • Healing from Relational Trauma

    I was lying in a pool of sweat when it happened. Flat on my back, at the end of a Hot Yoga session that had just showed my muscles they could do hard things. As I lay still, eyes closed,… Continue reading

  • The Beauty of Motherhood: Our New White Rose

    She is four-years-old, and knows only sunshine. Even when it rains, the sun soon returns for her, and I breathe her in. Like a drug delivering a pure dose of light to every vein. A few moments ago, her sunshine… Continue reading

  • The Journey of Friendship and Healing

    In this quiet, I am home. I’ve always been home, here, in the beauty of the aching quiet. And beneath the glow of warm light, with a beautiful Piano soundtrack playing in the background… home has never felt so precious.… Continue reading