I let my body relax and discover where imagination wants to travel today. It is warm outside, birds sing and I dream of a summer at home on the farm, with no where to go, no one to be and I can disappear into the creative process of my words. Letting go of all the...
Loving Inquiry is a practice that invites us on a journey of creative exploration and spiritual contemplation. As we reflect on our thoughts, feelings, memories, dreams, desires, challenges and creative visions, in words, we learn about who we are and what matters to...
It’s a special time of year: twinkling lights, harmonies of holiday music and the cultural delicacies we have waited for all year-long. A unique time to pause and be grateful for just this breath, this moment’s presence, the gift of this life with its...
A gate, I step up to, try to move the eye out of the hook and it doesn’t budge. I pause, and try again. Same thing happens. I grow impatient, wonder if I am even meant to go through this gate right now, but the composte bucket is full and needs to be emptied. If I...
When the path through the forest is dark & tangled and you need some light to shine on it When the stormy wind blows and leaves you pummeled and nothing seems to fit When the deep blue ocean makes you shudder and you need some calm waves on the spit When...
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Rumi, The Guest House A walk in the garden, spying on sparrow with its inspiring...
I I love to listen to birds and images, as much as to people. There are many ways I love to listen: I listen with my eyes… and my imagination… I listen to colours… and to shadows… and to black and white… Perhaps it is my favourite gift, this...
Learning to love a landscape, like learning to love anything, means learning its details and noticing the way in which one’s involvement with those details is interesting and influential. Davis, Luce-Kapler & Sumara I awoke from a dream in which the world...
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 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...
“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...
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...
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....
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
After a seriously intense week of recording videos for my upcoming Opening to Joy retreat, sea-planing over to Vancouver to speak on a panel for UBC education students about ‘jobs outside academia’ and graduating my second class of heartrepreneurs, I chose to spend...
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