She Stole

She Stole

You are not alone, sweet one. Though you doubt yourself most terribly and build such glamorous walls. I am with you. You watch with hungry eyes and stalk with a fragile cunning. I know this. I know you. You are not alone. Though time and bodies separate us and fate...
Innocence and Empty Hands

Innocence and Empty Hands

With a heart as fragile as glass, I come to You and I am helped. Held tight and carried. Protected. I rest in You and I am loved. But this…this is always the hardest part: empty hands. I have come to You since I was a little girl with my anxieties about people...
Women & December

Women & December

I told her I felt better. A week-long, nasty cold had finally abated. “Thank goodness,” she replied. “With all the work we (as women, as mothers) have in December, it’s a very good thing.” Yes, December means ‘more’: more...
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-...
Women of Light

Women of Light

A dip down into brushfires, smoke in my hair, but the flames will never burn me. A skim across frozen waters, cold to the touch, but the frost will never bite me. I am of the moon and stars. A woman of light, of mire and might. Boundless and free, you can never...
Simply Compassion

Simply Compassion

“The secret of true prayer is to forget the things you think you need.” ~A Course in Miracles There is nothing for me to do. Not a thing. There’s no justifiable reason for sadness, nor anger, nor fear. There is simply compassion. It’s just that...
Let Go. Be Dragged.

Let Go. Be Dragged.

The sun above us was a blessing and a curse. For me, freckled and pale, the sun had been a foe since childhood. For my children, it was the promise of another long day at the beach. We were here- feet in the wet sand, wind blowing hard as it does on the Bruce...
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...
Crushed.

Crushed.

Crushed. Between waves, between shores. We have been crushed. Bordering two thoughts: One a pull-under into dark and frightening waters, The other a graceful release to the Light. Created in a faceless void of longing, we wade. Yet it’s all a dream, a...
The Bridge – A (Very) Short Story

The Bridge – A (Very) Short Story

He opened the door just as I reached for the latch. It often happened that way. He would call just as his handsome face graced my mind, or text as soon as I looked at my phone. It’s as though there were moments where our timing was just right- we sparked in line...
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...
Letting Life Unfold

Letting Life Unfold

She said, “There are no mistakes in this life. Regret is not the same thing as error. Regret is personal, self-deprecating and useless.” Her voice was stronger than usual, with traces of experience lining every syllable. She sat primly, her hair just so,...