From the Roots

Last year, I began collecting seeds. It wasn't something I intentionally set out to do. I had returned to the lands where I was born, in the mountains of southeastern British Columbia, for a deeply personal reason. My father passed away a couple of years ago, and I had come back to scatter his ashes at the ski hill in Kimberley, probably his favourite place in the world. Being there brought me back into a landscape that holds so much of my own history. There is so much I love

Today I had an acupuncture appointment. It was long overdue, and I really needed it. It’s been a long winter, and the time around Christmas felt especially heavy. My mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s about two years ago. While this journey has taught me so much about presence and meeting each moment fully and wholeheartedly when I’m with her, it also takes a lot of emotional bandwidth. Grief like this isn’t loud or dramatic. It’s quiet, ongoing, and in my case, was carrie