Musings on Personal Power & Popsicles

This space has been quiet for more than a year. There isn’t much to say, except that it felt tonight like there were words inside of me that wanted to come out. They filled my head as last summer’s tayberries transformed, as if by magic, into popsicles. Most of this past year has been spent…

Close Your Eyes and Trust Your Instincts.

That moment when suddenly it falls into place. For weeks and weeks you have been fighting an internal battle – you know you are missing pieces of the puzzle and the only way to get to them is to continue. You get up, you find tasks, you clean your house, organize cupboards. It will be okay…

Gratitude today

for opportunities that come unexpected. unasked for. unassuming.

this here being me.

Familiar rhythms ground us as Sunday morning arrives in Comox. Only hours away from everyday life, it already feels surreal, as if when I return everything will be as it was before I left. This here so familiar – up early at the academy rehearsing. We sweat, we negotiate, we start from the top time…

In Paradox

To sit, able to eat a carrot in the gray light of late afternoon on any continent, in any climate. To buy peppers, lettuce, peaches all year long. For milk, caught and pasteurized in bottles so that it might last until it reaches our shelves. It might seem as though my gratitude today is for…

because it’s the littlest bits

Today she talks non-stop, sits upright in the chair, fairly bounces through her day. this shift inside is like three thousand brightly lit steady burning flames. gratitude tonight is both the largest and the smallest we have talked about yet. it is gratitude for self. it is the release that happens when left completely open…

Leap year marmalade.

Plums roasted, sieved, boiled. Blackberries too. This year’s lemons cooked, scraped, sliced. Flavours build on each other as the seasons mingle, summer with fall, fall with winter, winter with sunlight. Gently layered this jam is like nothing else that I have made before. The elements blend so that you can’t tell where one ends and the…

The luxury.

This morning water runs hot from the tap. The soap frothing and filling the smooth white of the carefully mechanized tupperware, designed solely to hold water for dishes. the luxury the privilege the indulgence. In order to appear from my faucet there were first men who imagined piping systems that would connect a whole city to…

Edges.

filled with the sharp pain of leaving today. the mail waiting to be opened full of heart and hope. “Katherine, we have been thinking about you since we talked – a lot.  We wish you well as you come to the end of your time at Nourish, as you say farewell and take your leave.  I…

Deliberation.

The act of deliberate gratitude in itself gratification. Each day a yellow post it joins the wall of post-its covering the kitchen cabinets. it reads: “Morning Gratitude,” or perhaps, “Gratitude tonight.” three things listed below. this simple act beginning to fill the space inside where self love used to live.

This time and I

  eyes blurry tea kettle on the light of the morning only just beginning. this time of quiet of concentration this time that has always been mine. this morning my gratitude is for this – it’s been months, hell a year, since this time and I were friends. today we pull on long cozy socks,…

Small Blessings; or, project gratitude

Re-energizing this space has been on my mind a lot in the past week. It’s been this itch behind the back of my eyes that runs tingling all the way down to my fingertips. The words that have been written as a way to scratch this itch have drifted on and off the page with…