A year of change, road trips, shared meals, and learning to be present. From Yukon highways to meditation cushions, this is what 46 taught me about showing up.
Another year full of challenges, but my daughter survived.
A personal reflection on finding unexpected love and joy after embracing solitude, and the liberating effects of letting go of social media and embracing real connections.
Today is Bell Let's Talk Day, a day focused on mental health awareness. For the past few years, I have been using it to talk about a theme for the next year.
Went down a bit of a rabbit hole this morning.
After a tough year, I revisited one of my favourite chapters about the Great Eastern Sun in a book by Chogyam Trungpa.
Reflections after two months of the pandemic.
One week turned into two and and then three. After three, they all started to blur together during the pandemic.
Before the coronavirus, there was something I used to worry about. It was called screen time. Perhaps you remember it... Now I have thrown off the shackles of screen-time guilt. My television is on. My computer is open. My phone is unlocked, glittering. I want to be covered in screens. If I had a virtual reality headset nearby, I would strap it on. — Nellie Bowles, Coronavirus Ended the Screen-Time Debate. Screens Won. Two weeks ago, I wrote about how life was shifting for us all and how it
Living in western Canada, the coronavirus pandemic has been slowly creeping into our consciousness. The news reports out of China and South Korea started small in December and January, then Vancouver had its first case around January 27th1. While we watched the reports of active cases in the Lower Mainland grow slowly, the virus took hold in other parts of the world and has spread quickly ever since. In the Okanagan, the mindset of people seemed to be that the virus was a concern around Vancouve
One issue of Harpers magazine has sat on my night stand folded open to one article for five years. It took that long to start writing about it.
Email has been apart of my life, and most people's lives, since they got online. Here is my story with email.
A dear friend, gone too soon.
I feel sick. Not sick in the sense that I am in poor health, more of a feeling that I know things aren’t going the way I intended. I wake up feeling lost.
Another year, another year of growth.
A collection of memories from Christmas.
I started this year with The Great Eastern Sun and I’m starting my 40th year by walking into the fire.
Thoughts about transitions and fall after a walk downtown.
Late night session working on my coursework. Nearing the home stretch and feeling more confident about the direction I am heading with it. I need to sleep but I am feeling wired at 1 am. It could very well be a long day tomorrow. Is it the weekend yet?
