For Those Quiet Days

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…

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I Guess There’s a First Time for Everything

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…

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She’s Got Freedom in Her Hips (And the Hips Don’t Lie)

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.…

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Today, Jesus, I Pray for “Zing”

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…

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When You Can’t See Home for the Christmas Tree

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…

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In the Essence of Time For All that Is Complex

“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…

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It’s Beginning To Look a Lot Like Motherhood

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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To All The People I Never Forgot

In Care Of: Northern Alberta. Southern Alberta. The Philippines. California. British Columbia. Michigan. Africa. Florida. Saskatchewan. Australia. Illinois. Southwestern Ontario. A lot of Southwestern Ontario… For some of you, it’s been awhile.

And Just Like That… It’s Been 10 Years

It wasn’t everything I owned, but it was everything I thought I needed, packed into two suitcases. One neon green, the other fuchsia pink, I kept them as close as possible in my own little corner of the airport arrivals, fiddling with the unfamiliar Albertan address. Somehow I’d gotten the dates mixed up, and had arrived a day early, but…

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When a Teacher Doesn’t Go Back to School

It’s the morning following Labour Day weekend, and I’ve spent the last 20 minutes perusing Facebook, adoringly spammed with back to school photos of littles and their backpacks, and colleagues and their bulletin boards. I’m trying to sort out my feelings about all of this. For the first time in TWENTY-THREE years, I didn’t buy ANY back to school notebooks.…

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