A Prayer for the Shocked and Grieving

A Prayer for the Shocked and Grieving

Mother Mary, We call on your love and compassion today. Hold us close. Dry our tears. Remind us we cannot make sense of the senseless, We cannot recover what has been lost. But we can love. Through our weary and grieving bodies, Mother Mary, Let us love. Help us to...
Woman, You Can Do Hard Things

Woman, You Can Do Hard Things

For a lot of my life I was a runner- an avoider. I was scared a lot, more often than not. I was constantly unsure of myself. Having always been a Highly Sensitive Person and an empath, I was very attuned to the energy and moods of the people around me. And there was...
What If I’m Everything They Say I Am?

What If I’m Everything They Say I Am?

And now it’s beginning to dawn on me- we do what we do until we don’t… Someone hurt my feelings, triggered me once again. And as I prayed and asked to see it differently, He said to me: “What if you are everything they say you are?” I...
She’s Too Much

She’s Too Much

My mind is a shadow- half dark, half light- cast from a thought that never happened, never real. This is how I used to live: I would carry with me the weight of never being good enough- that I was always wrong somehow. I thought I was too much- too emotional, too...
Big Love

Big Love

My daughter wrapped herself in her furry brown blanket and plopped down beside me on the bed. She said, “I must be bad because I’m not like them. I hear words coming out of my mouth and I want to take them back right away, but I can’t. It’s...
The Storytellers

The Storytellers

I love music. Life would be empty without it. There’s a transcendence to it that is most definitely divine. I play the piano and sometimes when I would simply play what came to me, tears would pool in my eyes- not because I was sad, but because I felt overcome...
Parenting in the Dark

Parenting in the Dark

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.” ~Rumi Her back was to me at first, and so I wasn’t sure what I was walking into. The energy of the house was somber, yet calm. She sat at the kitchen table...
Sleepless

Sleepless

Because she cannot sleep, she prays. She speaks to the still, small voice within as if it is separate from her- as if her longing for it was the imaginary bridge between them. She lets the dam break at midnight, eyes watering, lips trembling- having held it all so...
Better.

Better.

  Breaking through and touching down- It’s a process. We want to rush things. We want to be better now and we can’t love ourselves until we are. It’s backwards, but it’s OK. Truly. It’s OK to need others. It’s OK to change your...
Braving It All

Braving It All

I walked past the building twice. Cursing myself for trusting my memory instead of a handwritten reminder, I pulled out my phone and dialled the office number. I was lost. Damn, it’s cold, I thought. Why is it always colder downtown? Of course I didn’t...
Anywhere Else

Anywhere Else

  I was born in the lazy heat of summer, mountains in the distance, the smell of the sea in the wind. This landscape of my birth would haunt me always, though I could rarely recreate it. I would long for it. For though I was born in a suburban Vancouver hospital, my...
The Reach Within

The Reach Within

That reach…that ever-present longing for what feels apart from myself… I used to live reaching everyday. I used to pine for approval and safety on a moment-to-moment basis, but no more. Now those feelings are fewer, but they still happen. They rise up...