Texan Canadian

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.

Tag: selfreflection

  • Black Raspberries

    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…

  • 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…

  • An Infinite Container

    I missed posting to my blog last week. Nothing happened. No one emailed asking where I was. No deadlines were missed. The world continued spinning exactly as before. And yet I felt guilty. Not because I had promised anyone an article. If I’m honest I write here each week for me. But I spent the…

  • Still Holding My Breath

    Maybe I’ll just sleep… I try not to talk. I take in the smell. I hear the rain sounds layered with instrumental music in the background. I feel the table creak as they move around me. I hear their breath and try not to feel weird about it. I drift in and out of sleep.…