Category Archives: rest

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…

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…

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…

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…

grief, impermanence and the spring rituals of robins

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 the weekend lounging on the couch in my pyjamas. I really needed it. 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. A pang (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 Spring and the…

how to play attention*

self portrait in pei Act 1. first sounds first words: pick a direction, any direction you could have any man you want                                                      you have to struggle why can’t you just choose one thing and stick with it   Act 2. I need a drink a job a bag of chips a lover a second…

the gift of this moment

There are days that feel like gifts. A bright sun streams through the kitchen window. Your lover touches you just where you want to be touched. You get a call from a dear friend and breathe deeper after the intimate conversation. Your radio show goes well and you feel delighted by the opportunity to share…

learning to rest

The horses are lying down in the pasture, taking a break from their usual upright position. For the past 1 1/2 months I too have been taking a break from my usual position. During the month of February I attended a silent meditation retreat in Northern California. For 28 days, 90 of us brave women…

a family affair

I just spent a week in Montreal with my family. I know, that’s a loaded statement. There is a lot of baggage that we each bring to the experience we call “family”.  Still the time there was precious. Just sitting in the same room beside my mother, father and sister, as well as with my…