Unglove Yourself–a poem

Unglove Yourself
“We waste so much energy trying to cover up who we are
when beneath every attitude is the want to be loved
and beneath every anger is a wound to be healed
and beneath every sadness is the fear that there will not be enough time.
Our challenge each day is not to get dressed to face the world
but to unglove ourselves so that the door knob feels cold
and the car handle feels wet
and the kiss goodbye feels like the lips of another being
soft and unrepeatable.”
-Mark Nepo, Book of Awakening

A Wild and Precious Life

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”

       –Mary Oliver, The Summer Day


When the question serves as both question and answermy one wild and precious life–one need only know that yes, life is both one(ce) and precious. This one and only earthly life; this one, rare and uniquely divine life–my life!

And yet, how then to live with this strange truth?

This unsolicited gift, this burden, this untested court? This unscripted play, this unfinished novel? How shall I make meaning? Discover, create and experience meaning?

To guard and carry with me the fragments of a collective history–my constructed her-story–pushing forward against the wind and into the future, a cape of solitude wrapped around me?



Welcome to #MINIMALISTA: a home for graceful gratitude, white space and the journey to abundance. A place for calm, clarity and the more of less.


Where pain ends and life begins anew, there is hope. These words are a testament to the journey back from the deep and into the light. While Winter slept and Summer danced, the thoughts revealed themselves. They rose and fell like the waves ashore a beautiful, vacuous place called Vancouver.