The Love That Is In Everything

I've tried to blog about love a handful of times but I always get daunted by the enormity of it, the vastness of the human heart, the immeasurable nature of LOVE. How could I possibly distil it down to 900 words?! That wouldn't even fit a single chapter of my heart–story; an epic novel that has no beginning or ending, just an endless flow of experiences that have branded my understanding of love. And then there's the issue of my unconventional view of relationships. My extreme need for freedom pushing against the boundaries that most people crave. This heart does not fit in a box, it is a multidimensional kaleidoscope of light beams that cannot be contained or broken, cracked open aplenty bu

The Art of Transition

Twenty two years ago I gave birth to my firstborn son in a small apartment in Lennoxville, QC. It was a bright blue sky day in mid–March. I had just trekked across town, through two feet of snow to get to and from the laundromat, carrying a heavy pack on my back loaded with sheets and towels for my imminent home birthing experience. I had my first contraction shortly after arriving home. We called the midwife and within a couple hours I had a small tribe of supporters guiding me through the experience; my son's father, my best friend, two midwives, a doula, and the young daughter of one of the midwives. I felt well prepared, I had been devouring Ina May's book, Spiritual Midwifery for months

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