Happy New Year, and All That Jazz
An off-the-cuff production This has been an interesting holiday season for me. My mom died a year ago. It turns out that most of my interest in participating in Christmas is related to her. I’m not religious, and once she died, the urge to join in on the day’s festivities disappeared as well. This isn’t to say I didn’t want other people to be happy. … Continue reading Happy New Year, and All That Jazz
Risking eating disorder relapse during times of grief.
Sliding and self-sabotage The good behaviours drift away slowly, quiet-like so you don’t notice, so the alarms don’t ring. What is this tendency we have towards shooting ourselves in the foot? I know this isn’t just a me thing. I’m often surprised our species survives. Self-sabotage is especially true of new and improved behaviours. They’re harder to hang onto in times of stress. It’s when … Continue reading Risking eating disorder relapse during times of grief.
Haragei: The Art of Unspoken Understanding
Haragei is a Japanese concept that gives us a lens through which we can view what is communicated silently between us. This profound non-verbal … Haragei: The Art of Unspoken Understanding Continue reading Haragei: The Art of Unspoken Understanding
Feeling Wordsworth, an off-the-cuff joint.
I don’t have writer’s block. I have a life block. Nothing feels quite right with me of late, and I don’t feel particularly present, either. Everything feels a little bit skewed and off-kilter. Part of this is timing – November is not my favourite month. It’s not the dark and dreary cold dampness, though that’s not thrilling either. It’s memories. The body remembers trauma, and … Continue reading Feeling Wordsworth, an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast 