Here She Lies
I don't have some of the words most people use to anchor a life story. I'm no one's wife, no one's mother, no one's grandmother. So if someone stood up to speak about me tomorrow, where would they even start?
Giving up Just
What if we could reclaim our power one word at a time? Last week I decided I was using the word “just” way too much and have made a commitment to just give it up!
This is me…
Last night I stood in my doorway and watched the sun as it slid down the sky into the sea.
As the golden light struck my face, I noticed that my mood was changing. Something was washing over me. It almost felt like a sense of peace (for what was), an immense feeling of gratitude for being alive, in this body, in this place, at this time; and a sense of joy and curiosity about what was to come. And it felt strange and beautiful all at once. A lot like life, hey?
My family keeps photographs
A personal reflection on memory, loss, and the stories that fade when those who lived them are gone. Sorting through decades of unlabelled family photos, I search for faces, places, and the fragments of my mother’s life—piecing together what I can, and imagining the rest.
Never too late
A short piece on my secret love for July, and why it's never too late to check-in with where you are going.
Our Days, Our Lives
I was mid coaching session the other day when my (very wise) client uttered Dillard’s quote, and it landed at my feet with the quiet but distinctive thud of an important idea hitting the bottom of your being.
Rituals of remembering
On the fifth anniversary of my father’s death, I reflect on how meaning and memory are carried through the rituals we choose to create. Prompted by a conversation about family traditions, she considers the quiet importance of remembrance and the ways we keep those we love present in the life that continues after them.
A billion-to-one
I think we accept that certain moments are miraculous. Childbirth, the near-miss car crash, the perfectly kicked goal. But I think we often forget that we are also miraculous.
I SPENT LAST WEEK IN THE BALI RAINFOREST ON A NATURE AND YOGA RETREAT. PLEASE DON’T ASK ME IF I’M RELAXED.
Before you are like all “b*tch please, you just spent a week doing yoga and meditation in pristine rainforest eating organic food lovingly prepared from scratch each day… “, hear me out… There is something in our preoccupation with being relaxed that I suspect causes us more harm than good.
Worth a thousand words
In this first reflection in The Remembering Project, I consider the quiet power of photographs and the way they act as gateways to memory. An old image from childhood becomes a portal — allowing me to revisit a moment in time and reconsider the complexity of the man at the centre of it.