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...
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...
The Heart’s Three Chambers

The Heart’s Three Chambers

She said, “My heart has three chambers: one for hurt, one for hope and the other for love.” Perched on the bamboo bar stool, Jen sat proud, yet fragile. It seemed to be me she felt doomed to be misunderstood. I had known her for years, but there was a part...
A Life of Letting Go

A Life of Letting Go

I wonder sometimes if there is such a thing as PTSD of the heart. A sort of post-heartbreak panic. And I wonder if there are little bombs placed randomly throughout my life: A song here, a scent there, exploding without warning. Taking me by surprise. I wonder if...
Better.

Better.

  Breaking through and touching down- It’s a process. We want to rush things. We want to be better now and we can’t love ourselves until we are. It’s backwards, but it’s OK. Truly. It’s OK to need others. It’s OK to change your...
Braving It All

Braving It All

I walked past the building twice. Cursing myself for trusting my memory instead of a handwritten reminder, I pulled out my phone and dialled the office number. I was lost. Damn, it’s cold, I thought. Why is it always colder downtown? Of course I didn’t...
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...
There’s No Handbook

There’s No Handbook

But I wouldn’t recommend doing it the way I did. Holding out hope like that. I wouldn’t recommend it. Perhaps I saw something in him that he wasn’t ready to see. Perhaps it was blind, stupid luck. He melted, like ice beneath a heat lamp, but he could...
The Bond – A (Very) Short Story

The Bond – A (Very) Short Story

“Bury me there beside him,” she said, pointing over the horizon to the tall elms wearing scant offerings of stubborn yellow leaves- soon to be bare. We stood in her kitchen, socked feet on the cold, white ceramic floor. Looking through the floor-to-ceiling...
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...
The Space

The Space

  They sat in their garden facing one another and yet unable to look up. He wore sunglasses in any case. When she tried to see his eyes, she could not. Perhaps it was better that way. The space between them was heavy, laden with fear though they carried it...