All the tiny deaths that make up a well-lived life

All the tiny deaths that make up a well-lived life

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about death. All kinds of death. Yesterday my daughter went to an early Halloween party. She dressed in white and black, and wanted to be a skeleton underneath that. So I painted her face and chest – white for the bones,...
The Contemplative Spaces

The Contemplative Spaces

As I write this letter, the rain outside is streaming down, steady. It’s got a rhythmic hum, and I have music by Bon Iver playing. My space feels a little melancholy and dreamy. The day is gray and cool, moist. It’s a day that marks a change in the...
On trust, fear and moments within the balance point

On trust, fear and moments within the balance point

Knee deep in autumn, it’s a sweet time on Vancouver Island. The harvest is still bountiful at the farmer’s markets, and the weather is still hot by mid day. But come evening (with it’s darker nights) and mornings (with their cool bite), I am reminded...
Masks we wear: owl eyes

Masks we wear: owl eyes

A few months ago I had insomnia for 5 weeks. Click play to hear me read this piece:   I was exhausted, but when I’d get in bed and close my eyes, I would just lie there vibrating with a strange internal energy. I simply could not fall asleep. It was only at...