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,...
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...
Beauty’s Weight

Beauty’s Weight

It still amazes me the conversations I get to have and with whom I get to have them. These exceptional, loving people appear in my life at the exact time I need them. I must call out for them, I think, in some midnight prayer. I must. And the other day it was in a...
Slowing Down

Slowing Down

For so long it all moved so fast. After I decided that I would not return to my job in Cardiac Research I seemed to be thrust into a jetstream of new possibilities all whilst raising a young family and tip-toeing through the last years of a loving, yet...
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...
Softening the Blow

Softening the Blow

  Heaven knows I have done it. Since a young age I have used food as a weapon. I have hurt myself on purpose with it. For years it was a matter of handling my feelings (mostly guilt) by eating and then purging. It was a behaviour I could throw myself into, get...
Safe in Love – A Poem for the East Coast

Safe in Love – A Poem for the East Coast

And you cannot be anything but safe. It is who you are. And who you are beats strong and true in, above and below the waves of fear. You are here. You are near. Though I cannot hear your voice, my heart hears more. Beyond the door we are one. In the suffering, the...
To Be Willing

To Be Willing

Do I stand a ghost of a chance at letting this go?  I don’t know.   I have held on so tightly for 15 years…my knuckles white, my palms red and ruddy.  But I am willing.  For the sake of peace, I am willing. Who am I without this?  I don’t know.  I...
There is No Enemy

There is No Enemy

  It’s so easy to lay blame sometimes, isn’t it?  It’s addictive even.  To take all the hurt, the guilt and the shame and just throw it out.  Let it land where it may.  Take a look, pick the easiest target and start pointing fingers. It’s...
Saved by the Voice of the Night

Saved by the Voice of the Night

With a mind that moves so quickly, timid, running scared. I have little time to act. To choose or despair. There is a tiny speck of time, a mere moment for this mission. And I can rise up, let go and listen. I can learn, remember and I can surrender all. It takes but...
With Hands Shaking

With Hands Shaking

I was so incredibly close to a binge last week.  I was at the centre.  The end of the road for problems, tasks, help and need- it all seemed to point to me.  My shoulders fell beneath the weight. I panicked and my mind narrowed, focusing on the old- too afraid of the...
Gravy

Gravy

“We can figure this out,” I said to the man before me and then felt a gentle tug in the back of my mind. Not really, it said. And it was just this morning that I understood.  When I attempt to “figure out” something that is not working, not...