A cluttered mind has little room for creativity.

Where misery abounds creativity is out the back door. And in most of my living environments for many decades, there was very little joy.

That kitchen table is home. It is the centre of family life that makes our home familiar and comfortable, secure and stable and enduring.

Oh how I love these conversations that are thoughtful, considered, open to digging deeper together.

Don't mistake this necessity to move through your own emotions and find resolution as not being present to the situation.

I wonder if we have completely missed the point of what makes us civilised.

...sustained times when my power was taken from me..

Can you ever be good enough for those whose hearts are not yet able to embrace you.

Guilt and sadness in a tumultuous mix of empathy for George Floyd's mother.

For me it's about attending to what needs to be done

I want to acknowledge the pain of discrimination that the people of this land on which I have the privilege to sit and write this post

It's super easy to buy something that is packaged and marketed and has a whole story that someone else created ...

Teapots or china cups, miniature elephants or pate knives didn't do it for me.

And life is fun and simple and fluid.

My challenge is to allow myself to be fully expressed in my home.

With a few precious pieces of furniture that came with me, we filled the spaces with love, lighting the way for deep healing.

By choosing life, I chose to commit to discovering what life was really about, what it meant to actually LIVE this life...

To hold that space in between requires a certain tolerance for uncertainty.

If you're anything like me you'll love the texture or pen and paper and scrap books and folders of ideas.

There is a distinction between living a transactional lifestyle and a transformative one.