by Leah Perrault | Oct 18, 2023
Photo credit: Marc Perrault One of my favourite things about public speaking is the conversations that happen at the end of the event. After ideas, emotions, and (hopefully) the Spirit whirl around a large room with many hearts, something is distilled between two...				
					
			
					
											
								
							
					
															
					
					 by Leah Perrault | May 4, 2023
I love the first walk out with the kids when the snow melts. Pressing on thin ice till it breaks. Wading into puddles. Dropping snow into running water to see how long it takes to break through. I love the way that spring breaks through the winter, and we feel renewed...				
					
			
					
											
								
							
					
															
					
					 by Leah Perrault | Mar 6, 2023
When I first encountered twelve step spirituality in a room of anonymous strangers[1], I was introduced to “the God of our own understanding”. The concept felt foreign to me, and a little bit dangerous. What would all these people do to God with their own...				
					
			
					
											
								
							
					
															
					
					 by Leah Perrault | Dec 23, 2022
Jesus arrives and we receive the One we have awaited. The seasons and feast days of church calendars exist not only to change the colours and routines of faith life, but also change the way we live our whole lives. We learn to practice waiting – in joyful hope – for...				
					
			
					
											
								
							
					
															
					
					 by Leah Perrault | Oct 11, 2022
Owning less has been a necessity and a goal as we downsized our home with our last move. And last fall, I took up the Wool& Challenge to wear the same dress for 100 days in a row. I was intrigued (as a knitter) by the prospect of wearing wool, exhausted by the...				
					
			
					
											
								
							
					
															
					
					 by Leah Perrault | Jun 15, 2022
Saturday morning in early June. Sunshine streaming through lilac bushes. Birds singing from underneath leaves that seem to have grown overnight. And tables full of things we hope other people will like well enough to take home when we open up the garage door. There...