Category Archives: compassion

taking care of ourselves with words

Yesterday I wrote a very short story about a girl who was wide-awake. Today I fell into a deep sleep again. And now, with these words, the light turns on. I am flowing. Sometimes I can’t believe how much this body experiences. Stress, the way it hovers in the chest, a heart-burning for some relief…

we need each other to flourish

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 variety, by every imaginable kind of sensual and…

what a difference a choice makes

Today is a child full of wonder radiating light colour   it reaches out to you with love 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…

it’s my pleasure

“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 my mouth after they thank me. And…

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 for us, restricting us to our personal…

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 aspects of traveling for me…

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…

present, presence, precious, precise, precocious, perfect

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…