Oh, it was all so simple.

October 27, 2015

I did an interview in the late ’80s with a mother who had watched her son die.  She crawled into bed with him as he was dying. And his last words were, “Oh, it was all so simple.” And then he smiled. When she said that, I got chills. We’re going to take our last breath and say, “Why were we struggling all that time?  Why were we…

2014 For What It’s Worth

January 1, 2014
2014 New Years Wish

“For what it’s worth… it’s never too late, or in my case too early, to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit. Start whenever you want. You can change or stay the same. There are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. I hope you see things that startle…

Soften

October 15, 2013

In almost every yoga class I go to, it’s a challenge. Truthfully, sometimes the challenge is just in even showing up. But I do. And once on my mat, I take direction from my teacher who will tell me to stretch, lift, bend, hold, push. I often see others do this all with ease and yet in some poses I struggle. The triangle in particular where your legs…

Expectation & Perception

May 21, 2013

In my early twenties, I worked in different tourism outlets around the world. In 1996 I found myself working for Tourism British Columbia where, for eight hours a day, I’d answer the calls of people needing answers about the provence. And if they needed reservations – from hotels to tours – I could do that too. There was one particular call that I answered that stays with me…

Always be different

May 11, 2013
Always Be Different by Alexthegirl.com

“In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different. Life isn’t about finding yourself. It’s about creating yourself. A girl should be two things: who and what she wants.” Coco Chanel…

Hair Envy

May 9, 2013

Standing in line to place my order, I noticed the young cashier behind the juice counter. Specifically, I noticed her hair. It was such a lovely colour that I tried to think of stealth ways I could take a phone photo of her so I could run to my hair stylist and say, ‘this, this is the colour I want to be instead of my messy, dark, old…

The little decorator

September 22, 2011

The other evening there was a unexpected knock on the door and when I opened it there stood three boys from about ages 7-10 trying to sell things to raise money for school. The eldest boy was clearly the leader; he spoke first, he stood tall, and he seemed very boyish. The middle one stood quietly beside the eldest, holding props as the first one spoke. The youngest…

Connection.

March 29, 2011

Years ago I lived in Seattle and one day happened to be in one of the tall office towers downtown. The kind that had restaurants, shops and thousands of people. I went into one of the restrooms during lunch and there was a line of women waiting to use the stalls. But there was also one woman, laying on the ground in the corner, crying. She wasn’t homeless,…

The ones for me

February 6, 2011

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” Jack Kerouac…