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,...
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,...
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...
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...
Soaking Up Secrets

Soaking Up Secrets

We sat warming our hands on our mugs of lemon ginger tea in silence. She was waiting, once again, for me to speak first. Speaking has never been my strong suit. I feel enough for a village, but to speak about my feelings takes a lot of effort. I can, however, write...
This Is Us

This Is Us

  And from a place I told myself I would not dare enter again, I love him. Though not entirely against my will, it is with hands shaking, fingers scratched and bloodied that I go to him. My heart beats long and heavy, aware of the weight, aware of the pain, the...