In my previous life as a Design Professional, I worked closely with several Home Builders in my city. Back then, expansion was the name of the game, which meant I was always a part of something NEW. It felt great to be out on the construction site, watching the crew build homes from the ground up. There’s something about that process—the digging of the foundation, the frame rising up from it—that creates a strong sense of possibility. It was exciting. And that excitement grew
In my thirties, I was plagued by a chronic anxiety that no amount of St. John’s Wort (or Clonazepam) could relieve. On the outside, I was smiling. But on the inside? I was being eaten alive. At the time, I was feeling pressured to have a child—while knowing (on an intuitive level) that I wouldn’t have the support I’d need to take on the role of mother and still remain healthy and whole. I was still injured from my childhood religion and was finding it difficult to cope with
There’s a poem by Jane Hirshfield called, "Each Moment A White Shining Bull Steps Into The World."
It’s the kind of poem that takes time to digest; so let me sum it up for you in one simple sentence: A Whiting Shining Bull is anything that steps into your comfortable life and shatters all your illusions. Picture a bull in a china shop, smashing every belief that’s precious to you. Real love can only exist between a man and a woman Security comes from a job, or husband, or
These are the words that entered my mind on August 4th when the design centre where I worked part-time was hit by a hailstorm and flood. I'd been feeling an old familiar restlessness for months, and as the water rushed in from the basement, I knew in my heart that everything would go. And it did. By the end of the month, despite our best efforts to save it, the charming business that had helped me support my coaching practice for over a year, closed its doors for good. Life w