What does it mean to be creative?

It’s Sunday morning. I’ve been home for a week and this morning, while enjoying my morning coffee I’ve been thinking about our last day on retreat and how it feels so far away. Did it even happen? What did I learn? What was it that I wanted to take home with me? I’m sure I…

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The Mighty Mosquito

I keep trying to set the scene first, you know, early morning, by Lake Superior, you’re the first one awake and there’s a screened porch, with hanging chairs. Talk about a buzz kill. Literally. Haha. I don’t have a balcony at home so having the opportunity to witness day breaking outside is a real treat.…

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Morning Rituals

It’s 6:39am. The rain has just stopped. I can hear the clackity clack of the subway every couple of minutes, as it passes the Rosedale subway station. I’m sitting on the balcony of my friend’s home in Toronto, where I used to live. And my coffee is hot and plentiful. Kicking Horse, Three Sister’s in…

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The Absence of Nextness

When I can’t find the word, I’m looking for, I like to invent my own. You’ll get to know that as you get to know me. Truth be told, I LOVE to invent words. I’ve been noodling the absence of what to do next for a while. So, naturally, I did nothing. Instead, I focused…

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