Falling apart – and finding the ground

Falling apart – and finding the ground

by | Aug 6, 2020

Photo Credit: Katherine Siebert Falling is on my list of least favourite things. It sits on the shelf beside failure and spontaneity, where I intentionally avoid the whole lot of them to convince myself they don’t exist. But denial is no match for the laws of physics....
Lost is a place, too…

Lost is a place, too…

by | Aug 24, 2017

I am lost. The weird thing about this lost, however, is that I am lost in the most familiar places – my home, my relationships, my life. One thing has changed, but that one thing has changed everything. Lost is a place too, a place of feeling unsettled, disoriented,...
I can rest. Here. Now.

I can rest. Here. Now.

by | Apr 28, 2016

Photo credit: Me  (The dust is free, a sign of my rest.) Rest calls me.  It taunts me after 11 pm, when I am awake and I know I should have been in bed half an hour ago.  It evades me when I have fifteen minutes to spend any way I would like and I choose to return the...