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...
How to Take Care of Your Heart

How to Take Care of Your Heart

Have you ever seen a heart exposed, ribs spread, beating in a nest of red? It’s messy, complicated and yet, it works. There’s all this blood, all these veins and arteries. It’s perfection within a cardiac cage of tissue and bone. Your heart beats for...
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...
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,...
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...
The Quiet Perfection of Now

The Quiet Perfection of Now

Winter smacked me in the face as I bore on against the wind toward my children’s school. Everyday it was the same, a mad dash from my driveway to the schoolyard to collect two bright-eyed whirling dervishes with questions and stories and hungry bellies. I would...
The Change

The Change

I’m on the verge of a change so big, I sometimes find myself waking up hoping it’s all just a nightmare….a dream within the dream. My life looks so different from what I thought it would. Sadness creeps so quietly and like a thief in the night,...
Gently At My Feet

Gently At My Feet

When I feel at peace it is because I have let go. I no longer need to be the director of this life. I am content to sit back until I feel moved to step up. I follow. I listen. And then, predictably, I misstep. I forget. I get tied up in how things should be instead of...
My Name

My Name

My name used to be Fear. I walked it, wore it, smelled of it, took it on as myself. I moved through life with hands held up as fists, swinging in the dark with teeth clenched and eyes narrowed. It was my way through. It was how I made it through. But I didn’t...
Interview with Me by Jill McCullough

Interview with Me by Jill McCullough

GIVEAWAY & Interview with Me by Jill McCullough Originally Posted HERE. I am so excited to present this first installment in a new series of interviews with students and teachers of A Course in Miracles!  I’ll be interviewing several people from various career...
This Is the Way I Move

This Is the Way I Move

So it’s Valentine’s Day and there will be a whole whack of people telling you that you should, at all costs, learn to love yourself first. Well folks, I agree. And I’m workin’ on it. I was giving a reading to a client the other day and a...
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...