This space holds writing that is sometimes more about reflection. Sometimes is about moments that held growth. Its about things that have happened, moments that are happening, about what we choose to keep, what we learn to repair, and what we come back to. The everyday moments and thoughts are threads that run throughout, not as answers, but as ways of trying to pay more attention. It’s an ongoing practice rather than a finished philosophy. Small adjustments, revisited often.

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  • School…

    How is September upon us!? I’m not really a fan of summer break. Why can’t we have a week or two off every 8-10 weeks? The endless summer days just drag on. The kids are always board. And don’t get me started on the insane cost of summer camp! Regardless I’m always struck by how…

  • We have some larger trees on our property. They’re black walnuts. I’ve learned a lot about Juglone, syrup, and squirrels since learning about black walnut trees. Today our local arborist came by because we had a large limb crack in some recent high winds. It was too high in the tree for us to manage,…

  • Flowers

    Since moving to Ontario, I can see the British roots in how intensely some people garden here. Little patches of front yard filled to the brim with roses, tulips, and asters. The moment there’s a warm breeze, shorts and tank tops come out, and there are people out picking their particular weed from the yard.…

  • We went out of town. Just 5 days and 4 nights. It was technically only a few hours from home, though with all the stops it took an entire day each way. You’d have thought we went to another province! I didn’t hate it, but I also didn’t find joy in it the way I…

  • Birthdays

    When my oldest was little I watched as friends and family held large celebrations for their children. On the one hand I completely agreed! Celebrate yourselves and your baby, you were lucky enough to get to the other side of birth with a human to raise. AND you made it through year one. Celebrate! That…

  • Bunnies

    I want to write profound things, but I’m finding they take more energy than I have most days. So I’ll write about the mundane I think. The ordinary. The little things we tend to pass and take for granted. One of my children is obsessed with nature right now, specifically bunnies. We have a plethora…

  • We lived on a hill, We live on a hill. We had answers handed down like heirlooms. We have questions we are learning to hold. We had no accent. We have words that give us away. We had a kitchen that smelt like cast iron and cumin. We have a kitchen that smells of new…

  • I don’t believe in God. Not in the way people usually mean it. Not as a being who listens, intervenes, or arranges outcomes. I don’t believe in spells, or in forces that bend reality. I don’t think the universe is paying attention to me. And still, there are moments that feel like something is. It…

  • Time…

    I wrote this a bit back now. Mid-spring. I’ve poured a lot of thought into spirituality, belief, ritual. These words held a lot of mixed feelings for me in my youth. But I’m exploring them over the next few posts. Let me know what you think… The frost was gone by mid-morning. It had come…

  • I’ve been thinking a lot about self-care. What it actually means, and specifically what it means for me. Some days I feel so lost in the needs of my household that I don’t even clock my own. And if I don’t clock them, like if I can’t even name them, how do I begin to…