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It Was a Frenzy of Inspiration, and now I’m in the South of France for the...
Besides having a place to live, and having a rough means of earning my living whilst here, I don’t actually have a plan. No goals. No to-do lists. Just me, alone in a country home in the South of...
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What Sound Does a Memory Make?
“and the memory was located there, beyond words, a coded message from that first afternoon.” – Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch There was a band playing in Centre Ville. I put on my white knee length floral...
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His Name Was Swan. He Asked Me: “Why are you here?”
I’ve been in France for a little over two months now, and of the many memories that this trip has added to my life, one stands out very vividly for me. It was during this memory, that I met a man named...
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After Three Months in France, I’m Back in Vancouver. This is What I Want to...
“We know that we will have to burn to the ground in one way or another, and then sit right in the ashes of who we once thought we were, and go on from there.” – Clarissa Pinkola Estés When I first...
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Looking Back on 2016, and Looking Forward to…
I spent last new year’s eve drinking Perrier with a very close friend, sharing with her (and her with me) the most detrimental beliefs that I had about myself. I said these phrases – terrifying phrases...
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On my first day back in Vancouver, I fell on an escalator.
“There would be going away and the coming back, and whatever would greet me on returning I would take stoically, accepting the responsibility of my own will, be it free or predetermined by my nature...
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I don’t know how to write about death.
I’ve tried to write this reflection so many times over the last few weeks. Unsuccessfully. A friend of mind died unexpectedly. He’s all I can think about right now — every morning, his name, on repeat...
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My ambition, and why I deleted Instagram, Twitter, and deactivated my...
“How can I tell Bob that my happiness streams from having wrenched a piece out of my life, a piece of hurt and beauty, and transformed it to typewritten words on paper? How can he know I am justifying...
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The Conclusion to my 5 1/2 Year-Long Experiment with Self-Help
In April 2012, I wrote my very first reflection for this blog. I was 22 years old, and had just moved to Vancouver, BC from Fredericton, New Brunswick with my partner to pursue my dream of being an...
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Left Opened — Exploring anxiety through poetry, music, and dance
On February 18th I will be filming a poetry and improvised music collaboration about my personal experience with anxiety. — Classically trained pianist, Craig Addy will be accompanying me on the grand...
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