Archive for the ‘confessions’ Category

Never Regret

Never regret anything because at one time it was exactly what you wanted.


Read Full Post »

Yesterday was the summer solstice.   A Toronto-based healing practitioner and spiritual teacher invited me into her home and told me that her goal in life is to inspire her fellow soul-sisters to flourish into the  goddesses we were meant to be.  She said it was her honour and deepest joy to share what she has learned over many years of studying, practicing and teaching the gifts of the Sacred Feminine.  It was a beautiful experience.   It was the first day of summer.  The longest day of the year.   I walked home warm, happy and inspired.

May this season bring you shimming blessings of light and abundance.

Read Full Post »

If you are trapped between your feelings and what other people think is right, always go for whatever makes you happy, unless you want everybody to be happy except you.
Seems simple right?

Read Full Post »

Poor Hannah

Poor thing.  If I know anything about this… pattern forming 🙂

Read Full Post »

Today I was doing an image search for the word “bittersweet’ and I stumbled upon  www.storypeople.com

I loved it.  I was especially moved by a card that read:

“She said she usually cried at least one a day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful & life was so short”.

I can understand that.

I think I may look a little deeper as the site seems to have some really nice things.

Now back to my image search.

Read Full Post »

The Bedroom Wall

My old apartment had cream coloured walls.  When my (then) boyfriend moved in, he was very insistent on painting a pink feature wall in the bedroom.

“NO!” I objected, trembling with anxiety.  I was happy with cream.  I didn’t want a change.

“What’s the worse that can happen?” he asked.  “If you don’t like it, we’ll paint over it”

A few months later, he woke up and said “I’m bored of pink, let’s repaint!”

“NO!” I insisted.   I was happy with pink.  I didn’t want a change…


Years later, I find myself reminding myself in a variety of settings that ‘the bedroom wall can always be repainted’.

When I take the risk, I usually love the outcome…

Read Full Post »

Toska & Saudade

The Russian word ‘Toska’  (in Russian – тоска) is a word that can not be accurately translated into English.  Vladimir Nabokov describes it as:   “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”

I think the closest may be that of one of the most gorgeous words of any language, Saudade.  This Portuguese word also can not be translated, but refers to the feeling of a beautiful longing for something/someone that you love, but that is lost.

Read Full Post »

Older Posts »