• A Family That Meditates Together, Stays Together.

    28/02/2015 - By 

    So I downloaded a guided meditation app and my kids LOVE it. One day the little munchkins were little hurricanes of emotion. Hyper, angry, hyper, sad, hyper, more hyper, giggling machines, leave-me-alone! machines, hyper. At bedtime they were all over the map and even stories didn’t calm them down. My wonderful friend Shanna gave us LED rope lights and I set them up just in time. I asked the kids to grab pillows to sit on and switched on those lights. We sat in semi-darkness and I queued up our guided meditation app, Stop, Breathe & Think, then turned it…

  • Tomorrow Might as Well be a Clear Day

    29/01/2015 - By 

    A few things happened to me in the last bit that have changed my perspective on things. I feel as if I am in a better head space lately. I read an article that encouraged me to quit self-sabotaging and love myself, jiggly bits and all, and quit trying to “improve” myself. Instead, love yourself as you are and you will do things that will make you happy naturally. When you feel emotionally balanced, you will become physically balanced. Then, push yourself in healthy ways to stay balanced and motivated. Take those small risks, treat yourself well, and keep smiling.…

  • Some Truths About My Past

    28/01/2015 - By 

    Today is going to be a very self-indulgent post. I just have to get some facts straight and writing helps. I really thought about not posting this, but it is a part of me and I am generally just stating facts so there you go. Plus, I’m allowed to air my side of things. I have a voice and why should I silence it. I am not doing this to hurt people but to just say facts from what I’ve seen.   I grew up in small town Saskatchewan, in a town of around 3,500. Out of all of the…

  • Distant. Always.

    06/06/2014 - By 

    A poem I wrote.   Distant. Always.   I had my guard up. I raised my fists high. I raged.   I was all alone; There was no one to fight But I fought til I was drained   I am all alone still, Fists clenched at my sides, No fight left in me.     My tears could fill oceans Because nobody sees Past my thrown out bored small talk   We touch base in computer keys, No voice to set the tone. Distant always.  

  • Building a Wardrobe to be Proud Of.

    05/06/2012 - By 

    I got a thrift store dress that I want to wear every day. I love it. I look cute and pin-up and yet I feel as comfortable in it as pajamas. I do not feel all fussy ‘Dressed UP’. You know what I mean. It’s this dress. I want to love every piece of clothing in my wardrobe as much as I love this dress. I used to fight myself on what I liked. I am drawn to 50’s style or pin-up style clothing. I love lace and a touch of ribbon. I was always worried I didn’t look ‘Grown…