Four thousand five hundred and eighty-seven days since Rehtaeh's death and she came back to me, again. The visits have become as rare as they are cherished, those moments when the world is okay and she didn't die and everything is normal, whatever that is. My phone buzzed last night. I was sitting out
"Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread." Learning how to make bread is an easy and rewarding talent to possess. Bread making has been a part of human history for at least 14,000 years and traces of bread making have
“If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.” Last week I spent a day in the hospital battling Lyme disease and rethinking where I am in life. It felt for a few hours like I was in serious trouble and it scared me. I already have
I am becoming a paradise. Long suffering is teaching me patience. Weakness is teaching me humility. Loneliness is teaching me love. Breathlessness is teaching me to breathe. Anxiety is teaching me self-control. Chaos is teaching me discipline. Depression is teaching me subtle joy. When I am able to see my struggles as seeds, all
"Let us prepare our minds as if we’d come to the very end of life, let us postpone nothing. Let us balance life’s books each day. … The one who puts the finishing touches on their life each day is never short of time." Coming
“You’re afraid of surrender because you don’t want to lose control. But you never had control; all you had was anxiety.”
Elizabeth Gilbert
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