Winston’s need for more than just a cozy Saturday night in perfectly resembles my current experience. I have felt this push and pull (‘Safety’ & ‘Openness’ as I labelled them in my last blog post) – a desire to be outgoing and social, mixed with a need to lay low and stick to a calming routine.
Tag Archives: Listen
Parts of Me
My parts need space for expression, a voice in my consciousness and compassion for each other as they are all ‘part’ of me.
Walking To Stand Still
My mornings always start out the same way: get ready for work, eat breakfast and walk the dog. Each morning I pass by the same children at the bus stop, say hi to the same neighbours also walking their dogs and watch the same cars pull out of their driveways on their way to work.Continue reading “Walking To Stand Still”
Caught Off Guard – An Epiphany
Inspiration came to me in the strangest of ways. At the time I had no idea something incredibly insignificant would trigger such a response in me. It was a Friday (the best day of the work-week) and I had a scheduled meeting and needed to arrive early. It was one of those mornings where IContinue reading “Caught Off Guard – An Epiphany”
Happiness – a fervent pursuit and fleeting fulfillment
Sometimes we can appear to have it all but lack the one thing we desire the most: happiness. I recently ran into a successful friend who on the exterior seems happy, but within a short few minutes she let me know that she’s actually not happy. How often do we give off the appearance ofContinue reading “Happiness – a fervent pursuit and fleeting fulfillment”
Awakened By Silence & Song
There’s nothing quite like collective silence. Whether you’re standing at a school Remembrance Day assembly as the Last Post is played on the bugle, or the moments before communion is served at church, there’s something special about collective silence. Silence makes some people feel awkward. At the same time, it has a way of tappingContinue reading “Awakened By Silence & Song”
It’s October and I’m making one last attempt at fixing the mess of my lawn. I haven’t a green thumb at all and I’m trying to ‘over’ seed to choke out the weeds. As I sit outside watching the sprinkler water the weedy mess, my attention becomes devoted to my grandfather’s white rose bush. FirstContinue reading “White Roses”