Loving someone into Realness (what the Velveteen Rabbit teaches about holding space)
Listen to me read the post: “Weeks passed, and the little Rabbit grew very old and shabby, but the Boy loved him just as much. He loved him so hard that he loved all his whiskers off, and the pink lining to his ears turned grey, and his brown spots faded. He even...
The Shadow Side of the Good
Listen to me read this post: On an episode of the TV show The Good Place, we’re introduced to Doug Forcett, a former stoner who, during a magic mushroom trip, figured out the formula for the afterlife (ie. how to make enough points to get into the Good Place)....
Finding her voice: A quest for healing in the family lineage
Listen to me read this post: “When one woman doesn't speak, other women get hurt.” ― Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds "When I get my grad pictures taken," my daughter Maddy said yesterday, "I want to have one taken where I'm holding a megaphone." She...
When the space you hold is too safe
Last week I had the pleasure of hosting a retreat with a circle of beautiful women in one of the most beautiful locations I’ve ever worked. The retreat centre was so beautiful and luxurious, in fact, that it wouldn’t have surprised me to see Oprah emerge from a room...
Healing money-related trauma
Yesterday I did something BIG. It was so big that it left me trembling and in tears. Finally, after nearly nine years of being in business, I passed all of the bookkeeping duties for my business over to an accountant. I opened my books and showed EVERYTHING to another...
Time for Growth
Here in the northern hemisphere, the wild and unruly growth of Spring and early Summer has passed. The grass in my backyard doesn’t need to be cut very often anymore and the weeds have grown lacklustre in their efforts to take over the property. It’s harvest season,...
The Wounded Parent: Raising kids while we do our own healing work
Listen to me read this post: Our vacation didn’t start well. We’d barely arrived at our AirBnB apartment when my daughter and I got into an argument. Only one of us could have a bedroom to herself for the week we were there. My daughter had done the research on...
Power saws and wild women
Listen to me read this post... “Can you believe my mom built an ACTUAL couch?!” Those words made me chuckle when my daughter said them to her friend. Every mom secretly covets a Daughter Brag, especially from a teenager. Yes, I built a couch. And...
Confidence: not enough, too much, or just the right amount
At the Winnipeg Folk Festival, where you can find me in attendance every year, there’s a lovely tradition where multiple artists share a stage and take turns performing songs that are loosely connected to a predetermined theme. (Rarely have these artists met...
How to hold space (some new tips, four years after the viral blog post)
In the long shadows of early morning, on a recent trip to the Netherlands, I stood at the edge of a pond watching the light and breeze play with the surface of the water. Near where I stood, tall, straight reeds were reflected on the rippling water. It occurred to me,...
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