…Was the two of you. This year, in many ways, Christmas feels like magic. Not the glittering, glowing kind, but the kind that warms your soul and quietly changes your life. It’s our first Christmas as parents, and we’re keeping it simple—small, sweet, and rooted in the pure joys our children are finding in the…
Category: gaining perspective.
thought provoking moments and little life matters that are helping me put things into perspective.
more than just a tree.
It’s been a few years since we last put up a Christmas tree. One year, we spent Christmas Day at Mount Sinai for an embryo transfer that didn’t work. That moment marked the start of many holidays overshadowed by the weight of family planning. Consumed by yearning and loss, I couldn’t find joy in the…
our first holiday as a party of five.
I love the harvest season: sweater weather, crisp mornings, autumn colours, abundance and the balance of giving and receiving. It symbolizes something ending, other things growing … and new beginnings unfolding. This particular season brought many things anew for Dames and me. While we never fertilized in the biological sense, we finally welcomed a son…
looking at life differently.
I was at a conference recently where I reconnected with someone from my uni years whom I had met through a mutual friend . Over the course of a few days we skipped the casual prompts that occur in surface level get-to-know-yous and we jumped right into curious conversation ignited by philosophy and personal insights…
chapter 42.
It’s a gift to exist. I heard these words in an interview on the radio as I pulled into my driveway on the eve of my 42nd year earthside (April 2nd). It gave me reason to take a long pause as I sat in mycar thinking about … well many of things. Life things. Heart…
mountain bathing.
“In moments of helplessness, I always seem to travel north. I have a kind of boreal wanderlust, an urge towards the top of the world where the ice intrudes. In the cold, I find I can think straight; the air feels clean and uncluttered. I have faith in the practicality of the North, its ability…
the first day.
And so, the sun set last night. As we slept, after the firework dust faded, the faux champagne bubbles settled and the squeaky streamers silenced, the month of December came to an end. The year ended too. And as we woke this morning the sun rose on the first day of a new year. While the world…
“you’re going to be happy and hurting and healing, all at the same time.”
The theme of this journal entry is inspired by wisdom imparted by Brianna Wiest in her prolific collection of essays, When You’re Ready, This Is How You Heal. So many feelings, all the time … at the same time. It’s been a year since we returned our donor egg closing the door on our attempts…
i guess this is growing up.
I’m a good two decades past my adolescence. I’m a Nineties girl. My formative years. I’m not sure I’d say my coming-of-age years as I feel like I’m becoming more myself every year; with each day. But none of that matters because the Nineties is where my teenage angst and curiosity laid the foundation for…
a complicated relationship with optimism.
Hope floats. My teen years were the late 90s and pop culture philosophy from light-hearted movies about life filled my “quote book”, a separate journal where I scrawled out lyrics, phrases and prose. For some reason this film with Sandra Bullock has always stuck with me. In particular, the closing wisdom: “Beginnings are scary, endings…
static confusion. 