Dear Tory, In grade 10 English class we are assigned a group project, which includes the following: a) Pick a national issue and research it. b) Pick someone who can make a difference and write them a letter with the intention to get a response. c) As a group, make a 15 min interview-style documentary […]
Dear Becca (& Eugen, a bit further down the page), You sit in the middle the night a group of us give you a ride home from an entrepreneur meetup. I think both you and your glasses are cool, and that feeling happens where I’m not friends with someone yet but I want to be […]
Dear Laura, In order for you to fully grasp the meaningfulness of your Nurture Self Care Starter Kit contribution, we will need a time machine so I will type the following at 88 miles per hour and see if it works. INSERT: weird ‘nyeer-nyeer’ noises, an explosion, me putting Huey Lewis and the News’ “Power […]
Dear Brett, I’m taking what I call a Lobster Bath. The kind that’s hot enough to last for a while so I can get the feelings out. The kind where when I get out my skin is so red I debate warming up a big vat of garlic butter. Enya is on in the background […]
I have started this blog post many times over the last few weeks and there is a virtual waste paper basket full of crumpled drafts with ample spillage out on to the floor. This is a somewhat romantic image for me, who imagines myself the female version of Ewan McGregor's character in Moulin Rouge in a garret somewhere trying to elicit the essence of Beauty, Truth and Love on an old typewriter that has a sticky 'e'.
My struggle is I don't know how to put into words exactly the magic that occurred as a result of how everything unfolded with the retreat a few weeks ago. Remember when not a soul signed up and it was a week before and I had no idea what the heck to do?
But then I got quiet and the quiet told me: there is still a way. There is ALWAYS a way. Trust.
