It is Sunday morning and I look out my kitchen window, alarmed at the silence. There are no bird songs. No pigeons cooing, no seagulls screeching, crows cawing, sparrows … Continue reading Meanwhile, nature enchants.
My latest favourite daily practice is to quickly sketch and then saturate the drawing with watercolour crayon and coffee. I love the feel of the wrinkled page. How the coffee … Continue reading Turn the page- visualizing fading memory
This morning, at the 23 bus stop in the West End, I heard the overwhelming LOUDNESS of humanity– cars, buses, construction, garbage container being dumped into a truck, a plane … Continue reading The sparrow is mightier than the machine
Photo evidence that once upon a time my feet could do this. Grateful for the once upon a time. Grateful to still be here with creaky bones, spreading body, soreness, … Continue reading Grateful for the once upon a time…
I have been slow all day– I am trying to allow myself time to stop without guilt, to allow this feeling of weariness, this reminder that sometimes it is OK … Continue reading A reminder that sometimes it is OK to do less.
Touch me life. Not softly. – Maya Angelou And my GOD, life has touched us this year. Here’s to us crawling to the finish line, scraped, bruised, hoping. Here’s to … Continue reading Here’s to us crawling to the finish line…
This week started with some bristling uneasiness. But instead of falling into fear and trying to figure out next steps, I decided to give myself this week to take time– … Continue reading I’ve given myself space-time.
6 AM Despite living in Canada most of my life, I had never been to Toronto before this year and now I am on my third visit in just a … Continue reading Love letter to Toronto
This is such a beautiful tender time of the year for me. The autumn is both a time of loss and renewal. My parents passed in the autumn, yet autumn … Continue reading On Autumnal endings and beginnings in October
Today you are a newborn and you are starting fresh! Draw a baby. Draw brainstorm bubbles above “your “head. Write about what it may be like to start fresh. Releasing … Continue reading ‘Be willing to be a beginner every single morning.’ Journaling exercise
I recall the wonder of seeing a little hummingbird, amidst my sunflower garden, staring in through my kitchen window (when I lived in Roberts Creek). Nothing has never felt so still. … Continue reading Stillness of the hummingbird.
For me, it is impossible to quantify grief. To qualify it. To define it. It comes as a surprise. It comes as a wave. It comes suddenly. Or it comes on … Continue reading SOME PORTRAITS OF GRIEF.