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 Victoria where I graduated my first class of students at…
Author Archives: Ahava
If the red patent shoes fit…
Feeling into this present. A sadness. 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…
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. A buzzing vibrates the blossoming apple and pear trees. It is a good sign, all…
cultivating courage, confidence and compassion along the path of 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 how I am using my doctoral research in exciting and alternative ways through my work at the…
the journey to freedom begins with this delirious (re)lease of 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 first set foot on the hallowed Pacific Coastal ground…
change is in the air. fortunately so is Love.
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 on my neck, breasts and face that…
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 going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity. Gilda Radner…
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 toilet sides. When I was finished I went into the kitchen and realized…
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 work on marketing my business right now, especially for…
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I am a writer, speaker, author, teacher and founder of the Centre for Loving Inquiry, where I teach artists and healers how to live with more joy, confidence and compassion for themselves and others.
I believe that life is a journey full of uncertainty and challenge. To live with joy and wonder, even as we navigate the roughest terrain, requires that we learn to cultivate kindness and compassion, to be gentle with ourselves and others, and to see life as a process of learning and change. Then we are able to step outside of our perceived limitations and let ourselves take risks, make mistakes and try new things.
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