Slow-Burn Forgiveness

Slow-Burn Forgiveness

“I don’t know how to love us through this,” I told her as we scaled the first hill of our hike. The spring wind was rough, rustling up all that was dead and making way for the new. Green buds made themselves known on every tree we passed. My friend...
Works Well with Others

Works Well with Others

I crossed the street to come out of the shade and into the sun. With the temperature well below zero, I was wishing I’d worn a hat. The west side of Locke Street granted a degree or two of warmth to help prevent my ears from feeling frostbitten. It was late...
The Light Has Come

The Light Has Come

Thank you to Corinne and Gabby for inspiring me to write this when I considered silence instead. Sometimes silence is helpful and others it’s simply a way to withhold love. Withholding love leads to suffering. I don’t want to suffer anymore <3 There is...
Resist or Release

Resist or Release

Without fail, I am helped. Every. Time. My life is not smooth. It does not flow with the ease of a mountain stream. And you want to know why? Because I resist it. I resist the calls for healing. I look at every conflict that comes up and I get scared. I think it must...
These Spirits I Live With

These Spirits I Live With

I’ve got a way with riding out these full moons, these sand dunes The ebb and flow, the push and pull, the ups and downs of life. I ride it too close, cling too hard. I buy in; I feel the guilt. I take it all to heart. Let’s start over. The voices and the...
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...
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...
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,...
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,...
I Give Up

I Give Up

“I give up,” I told her, throwing my hands up in the air. “I have no idea what anything in this life is for. Things happen so randomly, so out of nowhere…just when I think I know what I want….just when I think I know what I’m doing,...
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...
Two Voices

Two Voices

There are two voices in our heads. I know it may seem like there’s a whole circus of them in there, but in my -albeit limited- experience, there are just two. Let’s start with the shitty one. The one that tells you how limited you are, how unlovable, how...