by Leah Perrault | Oct 11, 2021
Photo Credit: Jessica Harrington Thanks is a word and a way of being. It seeks out the gift in what is. It assumes there is a gift to be seen here. In the hardest seasons of my life, thanks has been a ladder out of darkness. A therapist once reminded me through my...
by Leah Perrault | Sep 23, 2021
Photo Credit: Marc Perrault Soft seems both desirable and impossible right now. I want soft clothes, soft voices, a soft place to land. The world feels steep and rocky and utterly beyond me in a lot of ways. I have written before about (my resistance to) leaning into...
by Leah Perrault | Jun 10, 2021
It has been a profoundly difficult few weeks to live in Treaty territory and the homeland of the Metis. To live in a land that welcomes people to safety but cannot guarantee it. The discovery of 215 children in a grave confirmed what elders and family members have...
by Leah Perrault | May 27, 2021
Photo Credit: Marc Perrault Holding, as an attribute of God, sort of fell out of the sky for me this month. I was looking out the window with wonder at just how many stars we can see without leaving the city in this new-to-us, small(er) city we now call home. As I...
by Leah Perrault | Apr 22, 2021
Imperfection and I have had a rocky relationship. For years, I pretended she didn’t even exist. When she showed up unexpectedly, I dressed her up in different clothes and tried to pass her off as someone else. I recognized, eventually, that she was actually a roommate...
by Leah Perrault | Mar 18, 2021
Mess is not a new way of living for our family, but moving has a way of making figurative messes real. Our house is full of boxes, waiting for certainty that we will not need to move again soon. It’s been a welcome change to living in a house staged for showing....
