The way that words give shape to my world…

The way that words give shape to my world…

I suppose it is not a surprise to say that a writer loves words. Thinks words are powerful and important. Spends minutes and hours thinking up just the right way to express feelings and ideas with words. I have written about the relationship between stories and seeing...
Interrupting patterns for spiritual growth

Interrupting patterns for spiritual growth

Photo Credit: Michelle Parley Interrupting is a bad habit I have been working to break for a long time, with some success and more work yet to do. And every struggle has a flip-side strength: while I need to stop speaking over people, the weakness is driven by a...
The cost of (my) comfort

The cost of (my) comfort

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...
When the light shifts: sitting here alone with you…

When the light shifts: sitting here alone with you…

Photo Credit: Darryl Millette For more than eight hundred days, the earth has been spinning its way around the sun, shining in spite of Abbie’s death, but I struggle to see it. The sun and moon come and go. I fight to feel anything other than the sting of injustice at...
On the evolution of love over a lifetime…

On the evolution of love over a lifetime…

Fluffy snow covered the sidewalk when I opened the garage door to leave for work. The garbage bin sat peacefully under the streetlight on the curb, waiting to be replaced by the recycle bin. I grabbed the shovel while my husband dressed kids inside the house,...