We drove to my grandmother’s house yesterday in a thick fog. The boys were quiet in the backseat as we listened to All Sons and Daughters through the speakers. We left the plumber back at home to do his work on our pipes. Not knowing how long it would be, or the disaster that would… Continue reading Plumbers, fog, and treasure hunts
Photo by Dingzeyu Li on Unsplash “Right now, at the beginning, you’re just getting used to the movements. It takes time to start moving with your breath, to feel strong in each pose. Rather than muscling through it, why not invite softness instead.” These are words my yoga instructor says to the room full of… Continue reading Morning yoga and new seasons
Photo by Green Chameleon on Unsplash The room is dark and smells of lavender and peppermint. My massage therapist places a warm towel across the back of my neck, my muscles relax under the heat and my eyes become drowsy. I’ve been on this table many times before. And each time my masseuse would spend… Continue reading A massage, a big flashing arrow
“Accept Yourself, and Expect More From Yourself.” Thank-you Gretchen Rubin for that one. I am in a constant tension between these two things. Of wanting to show myself the highest level of self-compassion, after so many years of putting way too much pressure on myself…yet also being cognizant of the ways I could be more motivated,… Continue reading A personal challenge, and one we might all want to practice.
I remember when life was all about a club name and secret password, and dinosaur gummy recess snacks, and multiplication games, and shoe box dioramas, and cutting and glueing collages about my favourite things, and a box of brand new crayons, and pockets of change for Friday canteen, and Field Day, and playing tag in… Continue reading I am growing old too fast because of this
The other day something just short of a miracle happened in my life. It was sunny. It was 12 pm. I was out for a walk. And I. Was. Alone. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for myself, though, because I rarely have the opportunity to enjoy the heat of the noon-hour sun by myself. This… Continue reading How loading the dishwasher gives my life purpose.
Prior to having children, I obtained two university degrees and then worked full-time as a teacher. Throughout my schooling I earned multiple scholarships and awards, consistently held a GPA higher than 4.0, and received exemplary evaluations from my supervisors and employers. Now I am a stay-at-home mom of two under two-and-a-half, and the majority of… Continue reading Should Moms Earn Grades?