It’s been a never-ending Winter in Canadian Narnia, and the Cabin Fever is Real: the slippery lanes, the snotty noses, and the rising temperatures in fever, rather than the outdoors. In all honesty, I love that Winter brings the cozy warmth of hygge and holidays and hot coffee infusing every morning, toasting up the fingers, but enough is enough. For…
The second they placed you on my chest, Time Stopped, and the Whole World Changed. I’m sure of it. In these last 365 days, there are so many things I want to hold onto forever, and yet so many times I want to forget. Does that make any sense? Can love push the away nightmares and only choose the memories…
Today, is Quiet. The air is warm, but the sky is dull and wintery. I’ve been wearing sweatpants all morning, and my hair, though washed, is thrown back in an offset ponytail. I can’t decide if the silence is welcome, or uncomfortable. But I’m sitting here, coffee in hand, waiting to hear what He has to say to me. Because…
They say that becoming a parent changes you, and while I couldn’t agree with that statement more… I can’t say that it’s all in a way even I would have expected. This last year has brought me into situations I have never even thought of, and sometimes, wish I’d never encountered, but for better or for worse (for information, and…
I could watch her all day. My daughter already has a fairly vibrant personality, with her eyebrow raises and dimpled cheek, but ever since she’s learned to walk, she’s been able to express herself in an entirely new way – jumping up and down, twirling in circles, downward-dog, walking, pointing, running, tumbling, climbing back up and playing it all on repeat.…
I don’t want to feel tired before I’ve even begun. I don’t want to curl in when I can stand up. I don’t want to be afraid of What Might Happen if I Do. Or Don’t. So, I’m asking for “Zing”. For the pep in my step… the complex conglomerate of Vitamins B and D, with the smell of orange…
The last few years have been a season of Moving Mountains – something that’s not necessarily over, but is now changing in shape. I haven’t quite put my finger on it, nor yet found the words, but it’s a learning transition of finding/making/building/shaping/growing/creating/nourishing/defining “home”. It’s a concept that’s taking on yet another new meaning for me, and a centre-stage part…
“Time” is really starting to confuse me. I’m not sure if it’s a product of aging, becoming a mother, or of stepping outside the traditional workforce with regular routine and organized schedules… But it’s messing with me. Am I alone in this? I’m pretty sure my baby girl was just born yesterday, but she’s pulling herself up onto couches, and…
I took a quick glance around the room before I left the house this morning, and I think the knee-high loads of laundry and scattered toys are more than a metaphor – somehow over the last 8 months I have settled into this new role of motherhood, and it’s finally beginning to feel like it’s “really” here. After a season…
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