Creating Utopias is Realizable

Creating Utopias is Realizable

  In Transforming Feminist Practice, Leila Fernandes (2003) speaks of utopia not as an unattainable ideal, or a wish for a future perfect state of being and living. “Utopias are realizable…exist at the moment when suffering is transformed into love. Utopia is the...
Creativity Play & Possibilities

Creativity Play & Possibilities

The Creativity Play and Possibilities Retreat is done and I loved every second of it. We gathered in my studio on Butterstone Farm for 2 1/2 days of artful and soulful ceremony. We were dancers, writers, artists, healers, musicians and sacred storytellers. We laughed,...
Writing: Loving, Inseparable

Writing: Loving, Inseparable

  Stuff goes into the writer, a whole lot of stuff, not notes in a notebook but everything seen and heard and felt all day every day, a lot of garbage, leftovers, dead leaves, eyes of potatoes, artichoke stems, forests, streets, rooms in slums, mountain ranges,...
Taking A Year to Love

Taking A Year to Love

We live in a world that is as complex as it is dynamic. Our interdependence with others and the world beyond ourselves is a fact, not an option. We are surrounded by other people and countless nonhuman species, by made and natural objects of the most extraordinary...
Today is a Child of Wonder

Today is a Child of Wonder

Today is a child full of wonder a radiating light   Today reaches out to you asks for your hand a kiss on its forehead clings to the hem of your heart and expects you will be there over and over despite the hours you already played read, danced in the garden Today...
The Pleasures of Generosity

The Pleasures of Generosity

“It’s my pleasure!” I find myself saying this a lot in my life when someone thanks me for giving them something, whether it’s a mentoring session, help with their bags, a ride to town or a compliment about their outfit. “It’s my pleasure!” are the first words out of...
Plenty of Joy in the Circle

Plenty of Joy in the Circle

A human being is a part of a whole, called by us “universe”, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest… a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison...
What Friends and Family Are For

What Friends and Family Are For

  Finally home after almost three weeks away on a gorgeous holiday with family and friends. How grateful I feel to be able to travel to see those I love and to spend time with them, making new memories and seeing the world through their eyes. One of the most vital...
How to Be a Happy Shaktipreneur

How to Be a Happy Shaktipreneur

Painting by Deborah Gainer I’m sitting here in my studio, sun streaming down on me through the window.  Birds chittering in the surrounding trees. This is my oasis. I leave and I return, leave and return. I got home yesterday after two days away. On Tuesday I was in...
In Her Red Shoes

In Her Red Shoes

  I burned my left foot this week. Poured a kettle of boiling water into a glass that broke in two. Now it is healing, pain-free. Bandaged, so I am having to be extra careful how I step, walk, do downward dog and child’s pose. Because of where the blisters are, only...
Accepting the Grace of Being Nobody’s Mother

Accepting the Grace of Being Nobody’s Mother

  I’m sitting outside beneath a mid-May sun and writing these words. It’s the first day of this year that I’ve worn a dress with no sleeves. Everywhere around me there are birds singing, their glorious chits, squeaks, chirps, whistles reverberating through the garden....
Cultivating Courage and Compassion in Transition

Cultivating Courage and Compassion in Transition

  In March, I was invited to UBC to participate in a panel on “Jobs Outside Academia” for students in the faculty of education. A friend and colleague, Heather Duff, suggested to the organizing committee that I be a part of the conversation because of the...
The Journey to Freedom Begins With These Words

The Journey to Freedom Begins With These Words

   I give births. I enjoy giving births. Helene Cixous Everything is alive now. Spring brings permission to begin, again.   A fresh perspective, as if we could be virgin, (re)newed.   This past weekend saw me fulfill a dream, long ago hatched. A dream begun inwhen I...
A Hot Flash of Insight

A Hot Flash of Insight

We are all shape-shifters and magical reinventors… Who would deduce the dragonfly from the larva, the iris from the bud, the lawyer from the infant?… Life is really a plural noun, a caravan of selves.   Diane Ackerman I look in the mirror and see dots, lines and marks...
Finding Resiliency and Refuge through Calling in our Lifelines

Finding Resiliency and Refuge through Calling in our Lifelines

  I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s...
Cleaning Up The Mess With Mindfulness

Cleaning Up The Mess With Mindfulness

  A delicious sunny Sunday morning of breakfast and snuggling with my lover. Then the weekly rituals of cleaning: Accompanied by the ethereal electronic beats of British musician Imogen Heap, I scrubbed the tub, toilet bowl and sink, wiped down the ceiling and the...
An Extraordinarily Joyful Week Worth Sharing

An Extraordinarily Joyful Week Worth Sharing

  What takes place here is not ordinary or commonplace unless my preconceptions make it so. What takes place here is extraordinary.   Karen Meyer I was in Whistler last week with a dear friend, taking some deserved time out to rest, rejuvenate and play. With so much...
Ten Things I have Learned About Intimacy

Ten Things I have Learned About Intimacy

  1. Intimacy begins with yourself and the way you see and feel the world. You can be intimate with your own fear, sorrow or pain, with a friend during a conversation, or in contemplation with nature 2. Intimacy isn’t only available within a long-term committed...
We need each other to Flourish

We need each other to Flourish

This week’s post is a favourite passage from Nancy Houston’s exquisite novel An Adoration, in which the character Fiona says: Mama claims that people can’t exist in and of themselves, they’re a patchwork of everything they’ve seen and done, their heads are teeming...