Our People

Our People

Who can say why you have these people in your life? The ones who comfort you, challenge you, love you, trigger you. And maybe why isn’t the question to ask. Maybe deep down you feel the perfection of it. Perhaps beneath the ways you try to spin it and make it...
Two Octobers

Two Octobers

And it was just like last year, but different. The wind howled outside our windows, rain fell hard and then stopped only to start again. The nighttime sky was black with orange leaves flying fast. It was mild for late October. Inside there was sass and silliness-...
Telling Stories

Telling Stories

  There’s a meme out there that says something along the lines of: “I’m always writing a story in my head.” This is my experience. I play out the life around me in my head to experience, to understand, to foster compassion. This, for me, is...
And Love is Our Anchor

And Love is Our Anchor

Gorgeous girls laughing, lighting up the muted afternoon. Dirt, water, buckets and warm air. And I am at peace. Our house is almost always filled with children: different ages, different needs, different temperaments. Rough and kind-hearted kids. Emotional and...
Walking the Path

Walking the Path

  I have been following the path for years and, in my way, stumbling off and on not realizing the perfection in that. The story in my head of how things should be would inevitably shame me. It would twist the conditions of my life up into big, writhing knots and I...
Thank You, New York

Thank You, New York

I boarded the flight to New York City with mixed feelings. It was to be a brief visit, Friday afternoon to Sunday night, and I had been living in a cocoon of my own making for over a year. To come out of it and into one of the busiest, most vibrant cities in the world...
Afraid of Love

Afraid of Love

We walked the local Rail Trail, my friend and I, an old railroad path connecting Hamilton to Brantford, Canada. The trees were a tall, sheltering canopy from the early September sun above us, leaves still mostly green and rustling in the subdued wind. I was anxious...
On The Way Home

On The Way Home

The tulips had been in bloom for a few weeks only. It was late in the year, but the winter had been brutally long. Everything was slow in coming back to life. Myself included. The snow had been incessant and I had felt buried under since December. Any movement toward...
What She Said

What She Said

The chess board sat between us untouched. I still hadn’t mentioned that I didn’t know how to play, but she didn’t seem concerned. Perhaps she already knew. I told her what my daughter had said. The wisdom that can fall from a little girl’s...
Love Them As They Are

Love Them As They Are

This is all I can do: love people as they are and then love everything as it is. This is what my Teacher seems to be teaching. And it’s not easy when you’re used to control. I could always use certain words, frame things in a particular way….all to...
Ain’t No Victims ‘Round Here

Ain’t No Victims ‘Round Here

Three things I know about pain: 1) It’s a call for healing. 2) It’s a call for change 3) You cannot compare yours to someone else’s. Three things I’ve tried to do about my pain: 1) Ignore it 2) Wallow in it 3) Compare it Everything that has...