When I was nearly 17 years sober from my major addictions, my guru told me that there had come a time in his own sobriety journey when he wanted more than just abstinence from alcohol and drugs. He wanted peace …
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Motivation
I’m convinced my mind wants me dead.
And I’m not going to let it win.
That’s why I work hard through self-reflection and spirituality.
I have a hard time claiming the word ‘spiritual’. In a sense, I feel like it’s …
Late night large pizzas, two pints of Ben & Jerry’s (albeit non-dairy) and obsessive flipping back and forth between a couple of ‘dating’ apps are few of my least favourite things. You wouldn’t be able to gauge my disdain for …
Since I posted my last piece about Isolation of the Spirit, some wonderful things have happened.
Family and friends who didn’t at first accept my coming out (when I was 17) have messaged, commented and explained that they love …
Jock Yoga Warmup!
Each year this is one of my AWESOME team’s favourite warmups that we do! The past two years we were blessed with almost 20C weather. We weren’t so lucky yesterday morning with only 2c!!—and that’s why at …
Isolation of the Spirit
I’ve been alone and lonely most of my life. I’ve been isolated and lonesome even when I’m in a room full of people—even while I’m in the middle of a crowd of my students or friends …
Trusting Passion and Moving Through Uncertainty
I’m in a bit of a dilemma. And what better way to move through it than to write about it?
My dilemma is this: I know that I am more than I currently am, …
I’ve read many things written about the Orlando shooting–from calling it yet another wake-up call for gun control, to it being a reason to distrust Muslims and fear random terrorist attacks. It very well might be all of these things. …
Kissing Frogs
“The date from hell” happened on a Saturday a few weeks ago. So, naturally I wanted to post something on my social media channels the following Monday that was cryptic and passive-aggressive like, “I guess I was naïve …
Moments of Clarity
My chest muscles have clamped down on my heart. My arms are limp, and my jaw is pulling to the left. I’m hunched in the corner of my bachelor apartment—paralyzed from having smoked crack for the last …
