This is a post about what can grow in the dark places. The shadows where love used to be, the places that are tender and raw, that seem arid and malnourished, and yet give way to light and hope and growth. These plants have risen from the ashes of loss. They’ve been reaching for the… Continue reading In loss there is growth
Our dishwasher is on the fritz. It’s a relic and so it didn’t come as a surprise, just an inconvenient truth. And after digesting the initial disappointment, I was surprised to find myself entertaining the idea of delaying a replacement purchase. Maybe we don’t need a dishwasher, I thought. Let’s be honest, there is a… Continue reading I’ll wash, the air can dry
Do you believe in signs? I do. Although historically I believed in them as a way to confirm what I thought I should do, as in, “please, Universe, show me a sign if I should do X.” It was another form of seeking external validation and approval. Those signs never came. Have you heard the… Continue reading The language of signs
There are few times that I would consider “home” to be the place I’ve wanted to be. I consider Hamilton to be my hometown. While I was born in Windsor, my family moved to the Hammer (where most of my maternal extended family lived) when I was eight and having spent the majority of my formative years there, Hamilton is home. And yet I didn’t want to be there.
This week I’m wrapping up work at my corporate communications job to embark on a career shift. I feel excited and expectant about my soon-to-be free agency. I have ideas and words floating around in my brain. Writing that I want to do and yoga to teach. Little worry (for now) about how I’ll do… Continue reading Swimming lessons