I sit around making pictures at 2am in the morning because I’m no good with balance. I’m okay with that, sort of. When you work around an autoimmune disease, and work around the stuff that is as deeply entrenched in the mind as the body, I suppose anything feels like
Today was a tough day… one of those days when the energy is just not there. I had a bad night with little sleep, which didn’t help. Then I got up and did some work in the morning, but headed back to bed after and slept until 3pm. The pain
Movement comes in many forms. Some are apparent on the surface, and others buried in the subconscious. I think I experienced some of both today. I try to think of the words to share what I experienced, but I think I’m still processing. Part of my resolution to allow more
I promised myself to write every day, come what may. Today I have been in high levels of pain, and unable to find much surcease. I can’t even truly tell you what I did today. I didn’t take a nap… I worked on some decluttering, but piles from that endeavour
I just returned from a restorative yoga class, and I feel… restored. It had been several weeks since my last class due to the holidays and related chaos. We arrived uncharacteristically early, and I felt anxious as I sat on a bolster, resting against the wall. I had spent a
I have started reading a startling book called “Radical Acceptance” by Tara Brach. Although by its design and layout it seems quite an unassuming volume, I find myself written all over the pages, and from that standpoint, I call it startling. Early in the book, Brach speaks about the “Trance
Some years ago, I gave up the folly of making New Year’s Resolutions. It seemed artificial to make a big deal about what was in actuality just another day. However, isn’t that all they are? Each day is just another day, pregnant with hope that we will find the strength
How quickly one forgets! That’s probably a merciful feature built into the human mind – a natural survival instinct – so one forgets how bad it can get. Three days ago spring announced itself in the Cowichan Valley with a clarion call of sunshine at 15 degrees Celsius. Sitting inside
I remember the first time I felt this tired. Not the exact hour, day, or even year, but I remember the quality of it. I was at the sink, preparing vegetables, and I got so tired that I had to sit on a stool, my arms propping me up on
A friend of mine is fond of the saying: “The only permanent thing is change.” That maxim has been true of my life recently, and will be for some time to come, I am certain. Words have circulated in my head. I have planned journal entries that flow seamlessly while