The past week or so has been really hard.I’ve had a lot of anxiety.My thoughts have been all over the place - incredibly hard to settle,and always taking off on the wildest of adventures.It’s not fun.And in those moments,I immediately want it all fixed.What’s the a, b, c, sequence,what are the steps I need to takethat … Continue reading Maybe It’s Not About Finding The Light
The Art Of Painting Faces
When I was younger, my family was very close friends with another family. It was actually my brother and one of their kids who became best friends in kindergarten - the original spark of it all. Despite the fact that my family eventually had to move to a new town, we continued to stay close, … Continue reading The Art Of Painting Faces
Celebrating Two Years Of Colour For Your Thoughts Today
Meeting The Sky
Last week we flew some kites. I hadn’t done that since I was little. And I’m not sure why. Because it was absolutely. Glorious. Seeing the joy on their faces. As this colourful piece of magic. In their hands merely seconds ago. Soared into the wind. And took flight. Dancing gracefully. Up and down. Twisting … Continue reading Meeting The Sky
Therapy And Growth – Some Disassembly Required
I’ve been seeing a Psychologist on the regular, since February of this year. It’s been really good, in the worst way possible - ha! Anyone who’s been brave enough to dive into all that stuff, knows exactly what I’m talking about. But I’m sincerely proud of myself for the commitment and progress I’ve made so … Continue reading Therapy And Growth – Some Disassembly Required
To The Ones I’ve Met Along The Way
I often think about All the people I’ve metThe smiles exchangedAnd the moments kept The momentous glances From far across the way To the subtle touches As they leaned in to say A few simple words Or the insides of their hearts It all danced on my stage It all played an important part And the lingering energy Like it was all … Continue reading To The Ones I’ve Met Along The Way
This Is Matt Taylor
This beautiful man is Matt Taylor. He passed away eleven years ago. I can still remember the very first time I saw him. My Mom was driving my brother and I home from school. To this day, I can still feel the elation that emanated from my brother as he pointed out the window and … Continue reading This Is Matt Taylor
The Pandemic Narrative – The Forces That Push Us Forward And The Ones That Pull Us Back
I don’t know if you can tell from this picture, but there’s about 150 weeds behind me. I went on a rampage for roughly two hours straight, until they all eventually succumbed to their demise. It was odd, to say the least, because I’ve never really cared about our lawn before. This frenzy continued for … Continue reading The Pandemic Narrative – The Forces That Push Us Forward And The Ones That Pull Us Back
Release – A Haiku
Mom speaks the word “no” - Sprinkles fly to their freedom Kids coloured in joy
88 Days Alcohol Free – Navigating My Own Personal Land Mines
Alcohol and I have had quite the relationship over the years. When I was younger, I would use it as a way to be more social - an attempt to conceal the shy and sensitive parts of myself - and as a way to tamp down any emotions that I didn’t want to feel; in … Continue reading 88 Days Alcohol Free – Navigating My Own Personal Land Mines