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100 days of loving life and the lessons I learned

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100 days of loving life and the lessons I learned

A little over 100 days ago I started a personal project. It was soon after the Paris bombings and the news and my social media feed was filled with tragedy. Anger and hate seemed to be rising up within the public consciousness, and virtually emanating from my computer screen.

I strongly believe that what we focus on expands. And I felt that if we continued to focus on what divides us, we would only see an escalation of animosity. So I decided instead to concentrate my energies on love and the beauty of life. It was a small gesture...

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Post-baby body blah

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Post-baby body blah

I wrote this poem after I woke up one morning, looked at myself in the mirror and seriously questioned whether I should get Botox. And then I seriously questioned my own mental state for even considering it. And then I thought, WTF, why am I wasting so much time and energy worrying about how I look. And then I wondered, well if I am occasionally fixated on these fine lines on my forehead, how many other millions of women (and men) are obsessing about body image? And then I speculated that if we weren’t worrying about our bodies all the time, that surplus energy could power the whole planet. So then I asked myself, how do we get out of this self-critical cycle of insanity?  

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Holding my grandmother's hand

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Holding my grandmother's hand

I was making pancakes for my three kids this morning, a weekend tradition, when my father called with the news that my grandmother had passed away last night. I wanted to press pause on life for a moment to mourn. But life did not stop. “When will the pancakes be ready, when, when, when?” demanded Felix. “Cuddle, cuddle, I want up”, said Otis. Smoke started to rise in the kitchen as the pancakes burned. So I went back to cooking as tears ran down my cheeks. And after the children had their breakfast fill, I went to my room and took a few moments to reflect...

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My first poem

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My first poem

I started writing poetry recently. I'm not really sure why. I've always enjoyed reading poetry, but never tried writing it. Poetry seemed so literary, unattainable, something that required dedicated study. However, I have kept a journal ever since I can remember, and I write in it almost every day. It is inexpensive therapy, a way to process my thoughts and feelings. The writing is not meant to be seen, it is just a stream of consciousness. But it serves to get thoughts out of my head, and quieten my mind.One morning a few weeks ago when I felt particularly overwhelmed, I sat down to write my usual scribble, but...

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#ILoveLife

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#ILoveLife

“I love life and life loves me.” I can’t remember where I first heard this but it has become my favourite mantra. It’s not what I say while I’m meditating as such, but something I say to myself regularly while I’m driving kids somewhere, inevitably late, or wiping up smeared yoghurt from the floor, or looking out my office window as I reply to emails. 

I know it’s a little corny, ok a lot corny. And you may think I’m bordering on certifiable talking to myself like this. But the truth is...

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