Never regret anything because at one time it was exactly what you wanted.
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Never Regret
Posted in confessions, tagged regret, wants on July 4, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Flourishing Goddess
Posted in confessions, tagged flourishing goddess, spirituality, summer solstice, women on June 21, 2012| Leave a Comment »
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.
A Friendly Reminder (to self)
Posted in confessions, tagged happiness, responsibility, self on June 7, 2012| Leave a Comment »
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?
Poor Hannah
Posted in confessions, tagged moving away, young love on April 29, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Poor thing. If I know anything about this… pattern forming 🙂
The Bedroom Wall
Posted in confessions on February 21, 2012| Leave a Comment »
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…
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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…
Toska & Saudade
Posted in confessions, tagged longing, love, Portuguese, Russian, saudade, toska on October 3, 2011| 1 Comment »
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.
