Intentions

I ran my first ever 10k this morning. I’ve been resisting it. Defiantly holding onto old ideas of not being a distance runner. But also (and more importantly) defiantly holding onto ideas that I don’t want to put myself in positions where my performance can be measured. Where I can be deemed better than, faster…

The Silence is Incredible

she leaves the house softly only the balls of her feet touching the ground as she picks up speed in the forest. outside of this haven of trees and trails everything in the world pushes inwards. but here in this space there is only expanding. her heart and breath sync together with her stride in…

Take care, wash your hands and open your heart.

I sit, tucked away on the third floor at the Brentwood Bay Resort. We are closed for guests and have been for an entire week now. Room 310 is mine until the end of whatever it is we are all about to live through. I can stay as often or as little as I like,…

clarity

our lives strewn with every perception we have ever had/each item seemingly detritus/rejected with abandon and uncare/but in reality/each item placed/exactly in the space that it takes up/ready to settle into our landscape/ready to be tossed about by winter storms/or ready to be examined, picked up, moved with care. we choose/what stays or goes/but always…

Three Things

I’ve ben thinking a lot these days about our impact in the world. It’s heavily inspired by “Ducks, Newburyport,” which if you are up for dense, delicious, thought provoking and relevant reading is EXCELLENT. And I’ve been thinking a lot about the fact that I’m turning thirty in a few weeks. You never know how…

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…

Places Where I Hide

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the end of the day

when at the end of the night your soul finds itself in front of the mirror feet bare muscles stretching skin sweating. tired your day one of endless movement finally over the rhythms slip under your skin and the unwinding begins hips move feet point chin turns deftly to spot over and over and over….

The Things You Don’t Know

A woman yelled at me today, for running out of chicken wings. It was 7pm. and I get it you know, I really do. But it felt unfair and my tongue threatened to rise up on its own accord and tell the truth. It wanted to tell her how the dish washer didn’t show up…

The Secret of How it is to Live

Sometimes the way we feel at night (as if the secret of how it is to live hangs within our grasp) sinks deep into our consciousness and we find with surprise and unsurprise all in one breath that this knowing exists always instead of exclusively in the hours of in-between (quiet enough to hear the…

The Moment

outside in the sun she leans. pear in hand the juices run rampant. tilted just far enough forwards that the sheer succulence hits the rocky ground rather than her purple pencil skirt. pleasure in every angle of her body she succumbs to the moment.

beginnings

The new year slips out of the old wearing a cloak of darkness thick enough to fool us into believing that there are no new beginnings. Our souls turn inward finding (by surprise; by intention; by cyclical forces greater than our consciousness) ourselves. In awe we examine our desires and discover them to be both…