Demand Nothing of Others

There are two basic things I learned from my mother and father that have consistently guided me: 1) being kind and 2) using the good sense I was born with.  When I left my family home to meet the world beyond, I made some unwise choices. But from where I am now, I see...

Mothering as Spiritual Practice

I deliberately avoided religion in the upbringing of my sons. They are not baptized nor confirmed in the Anglican Church as I was by Archdeacon Hall, who also married my parents. I went through a period of my life when I identified as Muslim. And now I understand...

Avoiding the Death Mother Trap

By the time I was 38 years old, I’d been widowed, divorced, and abandoned by three men I’d married, and I had a toddler and a teenager to raise on my own. It was no small undertaking. There was deep disappointment in me. Blame, shame, resentment and even fury were...

The Lies That Bind Us

Growing up, I lived about a dozen miles from my maternal grandmother’s farm. I loved spending weekends with her. At the end of the day, when Grampa was in bed reading the newspaper or snoring in his sleep, I would sit in the living room with Granny and watch TV. She...

Learning through pain, rising in love

When the horrors of humanity are revealed for all to see, do not flinch. Be a wise witness. You’ve heard me say it time and time again, healing is messy business. So don’t be distracted by drama. Hold the heart centre of your being open to receive what is seen and you...

Follow Your Own Spirit

Let me tell you a story . . .  A few years ago while staying in the hills of Tuscany, I caught the train into Florence where I had a transpersonal encounter in The Museum of the Opera del Duomo which houses many of Florence’s original treasures. Upon entering the...