A Part of Who You Are.

A week ago, while visiting my sister in Montreal we came across a scrap book that the family had made her when she graduated from high school. Among the many pages of memories there was an envelope titled “Kath’s table setting tips.”  Inside this envelope were colour coordinated flash cards, with different “tips” on how…

we wake –

the heart thoughts that I have yet to find the words for finally captured by leaves turning from alive to brilliant.

Magic Happens

the frequency where we shatter a low hum in our ears our subconscious mind ignoring it as it builds louder and louder. We tell ourselves that this frequency here this constant pattern of evenly pitched terror will evaporate if we continue to choose ignorance over bliss but then we shatter. the euphoric revelations begin as…

A Parallel Shadow

Her feet whisper across the stage marking steps long since learned long since obsolete and still she turns endlessly on the same track her legs strong and sure within the movements of repetition. Her audience gone she dances mindlessly her soul cupped carefully in the hands of the ghost she has become. Without hesitation she…

she taught me to shift

in the early years of our love affair when I used to roll my eyes & sigh every time she changed that to this or moved there to here. I, stir crazy with desire for the way it was going to be to arrive already ran my eyes over the magic of transformation with disdain….

ripe

our feet root into the age old memory of harvest the earth pressing up into our soles as if to remind that we too hang heavy on our vines ready to be picked.

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…

what we find

In this crossroads of transition we arrive for two stolen days in this place of endless childhood, filled (for me) with forgotten habits of playfulness. We wander across low tide stretches of sand our plastic sacks filling with debris and garbage left here by the waves. Our inquisitive eyes finding baby mussels, barnacles, and a…

A Daily Practice.

Tonight throat scratchy nose stuffy but gratitude a daily practice. and so today it’s thanks for sunny south facing steps cookbooks that endlessly inspire grocery shopping friends who come for dinner chocolate tarts gluten free gnocchi brown butter & parsley sauce red wine belief in the dreams we hold

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…