There’s a natural turning point in childhood when we become increasingly aware of ourselves and hypercritical of others. We notice things more vividly as if a fog has been lifted from our eyes. Did that not-so-close family friend of ours always have a moustache? Was that fence always yellow? I’ve never noticed that Aunt Jenny’s thighs look like a drooping cheese… Continue reading The End of Childhood
Writing Challenge Day 2: Speak with Nature Saturday Today Havarti and I went down to the pond. I found a quiet spot to sit. Havarti talked to the bumblebees and the wildflowers. I sat with my sacred little things, fresh air permeating my lungs. Earth. Fire. Air. Water. As I sat there in the stillness, two dragonflies… Continue reading Speak with Nature Saturday—Dragonflies and Sacred Things
I have a confession to make.
I’ve been denying myself joy, making excuses, and rationalizing it. Do you do that too?
Recently I wrote about letting go of what doesn’t serve you, and I’m breaking the cycle. Now.
Last night the phrase ‘believe in your dream’ hit me over the head. Literally. I’ve got a small goose egg to prove it. I’m staying with family who transformed a gorgeous little room for my stay. They put some decorations up specifically for me. Above my bed hangs an ornate mandala reading ‘dream,’ and below it,… Continue reading Wake Up Call
Many people associate springtime with renewal and rebirth, but for me the autumnal equinox is equally as important. It is a time to renew our vows to ourselves, and to let go of what doesn’t serve us. Trees actually go through a process called abscission whereby specialized cells stop sending water to the leaves and the tree… Continue reading Autumnal Equinox: How to Shed What Doesn’t Serve You
Winter in Alberta: it’s gloomy, wretched, merciless. Cold. It’s a dry cold, the kind that gives you nosebleeds, turns your skin into scales, and makes a remote car starter a fundamental necessity. For a migrant to Alberta such as myself, winter can really sip, swallow, and sop up every bit of your joy if you let… Continue reading Why Chihuahuas Are Not Indigenous to Alberta
When I’m not experimenting in the kitchen, reading poetry, or trying to prevent my Chihuahua, Havarti from eating dust bunnies, then usually, I’m at work. I truly believe I work at one of the most magical places on earth (and no, not Disney World). I work at a school that I believe (obviously without any bias) is unlike… Continue reading A Peek Into My Classroom & Waldorf Education