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...
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....
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...
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...
Life Unlike We Have Known It

Life Unlike We Have Known It

As I sit here and work on this new blog post, I hear the rain drip drip outside the windows of my studio. Apang (actually a raw ache) in my heart pulls me back to the email I read from avaaz.org earlier this morning about the Syrian government’s crackdown on the Arab...
The Paradox of Loving Ourselves

The Paradox of Loving Ourselves

  Sun in my eyes, the creek murmuring in the garden outside my studio. Many days, and nights of rain have assured its steady ebullient flow. I open the window slightly so I can hear it. Let the cool air visit the warm space. Then comes raven’s guttural cry; Jetplane’s...
Allowing Creative Abandon

Allowing Creative Abandon

It is up to the writer to recognize everything that happens to her as gift, to love each thing that comes under the eye’s contemplation, inner and outer. Jane Hirshfield I choose an angel card out of a beautiful tan basket, brought home over 20 years ago after a...
This Startling Cornucopia

This Startling Cornucopia

  As I sit in  my studio and write, the apples fall. I listen to each soft thud as one-by-one, they land on the ground. Over and over this staccato symphony of release. On my deck, and around the tree, hundreds of shiny marbles, a field of plenty. In the loft I cook...
Writing and Loving Inquiry

Writing and Loving Inquiry

  Whichever way we look into the nature of inquiry, we find that it has to be open. When you inquire into something, you are opening it up, you are revealing it. So the very nature of inquiry is a process of opening up; and what you open up are boundaries, limits,...
Illuminating The Journal

Illuminating The Journal

I have been journaling for 24 years. I’ve written in every kind of journal: spiral bound, hand-sewn, hard and soft-covered, lined and unlined. I have bought journals in bookstores in Canada, the States and Europe. I have written in several different colours of ink,...
Its My Turn

Its My Turn

Last week I received this exquisite handmade journal in the mail. I  was on my way into the garden to do some weeding when my farm-mate brought it over to my studio. I had to take off my purple gloves to undo the white paper packaging it had been mailed in. The...
A Wardrobe of Stories

A Wardrobe of Stories

Montreal circa 1971 I recently started to consider, since finishing my PhD, what it would be like to commit to a completely different kind of writing project. I have always wanted to write a memoir. Reading the advice from writing teacher Natalie Goldberg, in her book...
Joy of Budding

Joy of Budding

A few weeks ago the doctor told me I am completely healthy, good news that stemmed from all those tests I took last month having come back normal. He also let me know that I am post-menopausal i.e. my ovaries have shut down and I am no longer capable of conceiving.  I...
Moonsnail & Other Metaphors

Moonsnail & Other Metaphors

  As we gear up toward beginning our journey together, I wanted to share an event that happened last week. Last Monday I gave a talk to a group of retired women called the High Nooners, who meet twice a month on Salt Spring to share lunch, conversation, and to listen...
Love is Like This

Love is Like This

I wrote this about a week ago, and felt afraid to share it, so vulnerable and honest. But then a friend sent me an email with such beauty and honesty, and it sparked an idea that I wrote about yesterday, which I will send out in my blog tomorrow. And my dharma teacher...
Two Trees

Two Trees

I had the spent the morning in the garden. After a rainy night the farm was covered with a spring mist that sparkled. Despite that I consider myself a fair weather gardener, I had made a commitment to plant greens that day and was determined to keep it. On went the...
February Mist

February Mist

Winter has resumed here on the West Coast. After a few weeks of glorious sunshine, the rains have returned and with them, the nearly impenetrable fog. However, if there is one thing for certain about the weather, it always changes. Which is true about everything. As...