Boredom doesn’t exist

This title may be confusing. Boredom is one of my least favourite words (and I have many) for the reason that it’s a cover for something else. What lies underneath the boredom? 

For me, I used to feel “bored”, but what I was really feeling was discomfort with Myself. Restlessness even. Distractions keep us away from ourselves and truly getting to know who we are. When we feel bored, it is because we do not feel at ease with the presence of our Self. Some part of you (probably unconsciously) wants to keep your layers undercover. The onion that is you doesn’t feel comfortable being unravelled. But the unraveling of your onion self that is raw and makes you weep is what we are truly here for. To know ourselves at a deeper level – to be on that quest of self discovery like the trail blazers we were destined to be. What makes you sad, what makes you uncomfortable – that is where the stuff is. The stuff is painful and it isn’t pretty to look at. Everyone, I repeat EVERYONE has stuff.  It is of utmost importance to dive deeply into your juiciness if you wish to experience the true expansiveness of Yourself and what your beautiful Life has to offer.

Im not saying that you have to sit all day with yourself, but do sit with yourself sometimes. Distraction-free. Yes, this means without your phone and without the TV on. Without general noise if possible (unless it is the blissful sounds of nature). Observe what is there. Get curious about it. What is underneath the thoughts? Are your thoughts running you? Are you constantly thinking about what’s coming next and stressing about the future? Boredom is also an expectation of ourselves that we “should” be doing something more than we are currently doing. When that expectation doesn’t get met, we feel angry, lethargic, antsy, unmotivated, or restless. In other words – bored.

I challenge you to get under the boredom, lift up that veil and say hello to whatever is there for you. Be with it. It will not stay forever – especially if you make time to be with it. Your stuff just wants a chance to be seen and felt, as those emotions may have been overlooked in the past. It wants your attention – and the further we run from our “stuff”, the harder it will try to get our attention! Those buggers can be so damn persistent! The more distractions we will have to use to escape ourselves – and distractions are more readily available to us than ever. We probably desperately do not want to look at our hurts and dark spaces, but if they are exposing themselves to us they are ready to be seen. 

Our bodies are extremely intelligent. Chances are, if your stuff is clawing for your awareness, it is likely you can handle it. Perhaps you are now in a place in your life with the right supports around you. Maybe that support is one person. Maybe it is a new person in your life. Or maybe the patterns you’ve been running to avoid dealing with your shit are no longer working for you. Instead of distracting you, your patterns and distractions are making things worse. You are left feeling raw, stressed, un-nourished and frantic. They are dragging you through the mud – taking you further away from your True Self. Robbing you of the present moment. The further we travel away from our True Selves and our Soul’s Calling the more painful it becomes. No matter where you are on your life’s path – if you are living in alignment with your wise Self you will FEEL SUCCESSFUL. 

Remember —YOU are strong. YOU are wise. YOU know the way when you are willing to do the courageous work and listen to your own wisdom.


heart-1192662_1280What is Love? A timeless question asked and answer by so many. Love – is it a feeling, an action, or a knowing? Without love we feel lost, empty even. Every one of us needs it – from our parents, our partners, our children, our friends, peers, and animal pets. Love grows and unfolds with time. To me it feels like when you look at someone and you feel such deep admiration for that person – in the essence of who they are. You look at them with grace and growing curiosity to know more of them. Love isn’t always fair or easy, but it is there for you to return to – the love inside yourself. Our hearts want to love and be loved.

We sometimes question if we are loved. I had a sensation today that love is in the little things. Love is being kind. Love is doing for someone else just so that they feel more at ease. Love is when you develop rituals together. It is in the sneaky side eyes and the quirky laughs. Love is when your partner moves your carrots on your plate for you so they don’t touch the other food. Love is trying to cheer someone up and affirming their successes. Love is being there for the learning. Love is good communication. It’s a well-timed joke to bring you back to the love amidst an argument. It’s a memory. It’s in us and for us.

There are so many different kinds of love in the world, expressed in a myriad or ways to one another. When we drop our defences and walls and moats around the castle that is our heart we let in a little more love – one crumbling brick at a time. Your vulnerability is exactly what this world needs. You are not a house of stone. You are a living, breathing human being capable of experiencing every necessary emotion – sadness, fear, anger, excitement, joy. If there is any work truly worth doing in this world it is the work of diving deep into yourself to discover what is there for you. What all is there, you may not yet even be aware of. So please keep excavating. Something is waiting to be revealed. Bravery is showing the world what is there for you. In accepting the most painful parts of yourself your Power shines brighter. You become a beacon of light for those lost in the dark. Wisdom is earned. Lived. 

When we seek to love ourselves deeper our capacity to love others widens. Self Love is one of the most, if not the absolute most important kind of love we will experience (aside from the love of our parents in our formative years) – so make it a priority. You have been gifted this chance to fall in love with yourself.

Love is our connective tissue. It is the fibre of our being. It is the dance of our Souls together. Love is what connects the world. Love is the air between the trees, rustling their leaves. Love is the glue keeping us here, alive, grounded.



We all want it. We all need it. We are all in it and part of it. Give yourself permission to take space. Create space around you that sparks joy and wonder. Allow space within by calming the mind. Listening intently to your body’s wisdom, without judgement. Be aware of Yourself within the space. What does it feel like? Is it somewhere that allows for peace?

A couple weeks ago I went to the mall with my boyfriend to exchange one of my Christmas gifts. I immediately felt bombarded by the space around me. There was stuff coming at me from all angles – lights, purses, shoes, advertisements, big sale signs, loud upbeat music, and lots of people. This space was built for crazy-making. And it was definitely making me feel crazy. My decisions felt pressured and frenzied. Things seemed falsely important. Items were displayed as if to have the power to change your life. It was all lies. Shopping was taking away my freedom. I felt powerless against it.

More on this another time…


Wolf Women


Why do men have such a problem with women’s anger? We are expected to always remain “sweet”, “kind”, or “smiley”. This is bullshit. Women are innately wild – in our Hearts and in our Souls. We have to be so we can love as fiercely as we do. To be able to nurture our young as we do. We NEED that fire. We were born to be lit (no – not that kind of lit). We were born for our flames to be ever-burning and ever bright. Colourful and changing – sometimes the glimmer of hot coals, sometimes that burning passionate fiery flame that lights up the sky. But that fire has been made “wrong” or “bad” or “crazy” by the Patriarchy. Our fires have been put out for too long. Well, we haven’t lost our kindling.

What does it mean to slay the patriarchy? It means you’re doing it. It being life. You’re waking up, you’re getting out of bed. Sometimes that is enough. You’re here in the world doing your thing, bringing your presence, showering your sparkle (even when it seems like you have none left). Even if you haven’t fucking showered you’re HERE. And you’re fucking slaying the patriarchy. You’re here doing your “it” in a world that hasn’t supported you to be yourself. Hasn’t supported you doing your thing. Hasn’t supported your existence. Holy SHIT woman – YOU are a goddamn BOSS.

It astounds me how many AMAZING WOMEN I know and have met that are straight up bosses. The things they are doing, creating, visioning and are capable of bringing to the world is actually mind-blowing. I see women managing these incredible tasks and doing so with the fierceness of a lioness and the grace of a swan all at once. I could name so so many of you. And women are doing so with all the SHIT they have endured and survived. WE are still here, healing ourselves while simultaneously healing the world. THAT is something to be FIERCELY PROUD of.

HAPPY WOLF MOON – Blood Moon Eclipse this evening **howls**


The Three-Legged Dog

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Today at work, I noticed a beautiful chocolate lab trotting along outside my window. What caught my attention the most was that this particular doggo only had three legs, yet she (I am unsure of the sex but for the sake of argument let’s call this dog a she) seemed happy as a clam. Side-note: are clams really that happy…and why? Some food for thought. So, as I saw this dog I initially began feeling sorry for her. Although she was also incredibly cute the way she walked.

Later on this evening, while I lay in my bed attempting to meditate my thoughts circled back to the chocolate lab. She had three legs, not four. Yet she seemed completely oblivious that she was in any way hindered by this. It wasn’t an obstacle to her, it was just life. It didn’t stop her from going out on her walk with her owner and braving the streets where other dogs may see her. Unlike humans, she could care less about comparing her experience to that of other dogs. She wasn’t worried she would be judged at the dog park, nor was she worried if she could keep up with the other dogs. She was just walking along, the way she knew best, in her own time, own rhythm. Maybe she had once experienced part of her life with four legs, but now this was how her life was. Right now. This doggo doesn’t spend her days pinning about her dog days of yonder when she had all four paws. She’d already blissfully forgotten that was even a thing worth longing for. She has what she has and she does her best with that.

We human folk tend to live in an exhausting state of near-constant comparison. It surrounds us and swallows us whole. Social Media has amplified this tenfold. What cars do our friends drive, where did they vacation to this year? Why does their upper lip look cuter than ours when they smile? Maybe your acquaintances have more “followers” than you. Maybe your best friend has gorgeous hair. Maybe some person you met once has more stuffed animals than you. Whatever your fancy, someone out there has better and more of it than you. I promise you that. But the point is  – it seriously doesn’t fucking matter. Because I also promise you that someone out there has far less of it than you. We are all just here, floating somewhere in the middle. Even if you’re a multi-billionaire, maybe you don’t have love in your life, maybe you’ve never been able to show compassion or empathy. Those qualities are worth gold. Can we learn to be ok with being ourselves, somewhere in the middle, with the things we have that bring us joy? Can we cherish what we DO have and allow ourselves to actually drop down into gratitude a little more?

Animals have so much to teach us. If I learnt anything from this confident doggy it is this: Don’t let what could easily get you down stop you from going out for a walk. We ALL have so much to be grateful for. Find the other dogs that will run with you and believe you have four strong legs (if you’re a dog that is – humans you only get two if you’re lucky) If you haven’t found them yet, then be your own pack. Others will be drawn to your confident stride. Woof!

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‘Twas the Season…to feel burnt the F out.

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I know so many people, myself included, who are struggling with the intensity of our time. This seems to be magnified during the holiday season for so many of us empaths. The mainstream madness would have us working all the hours we possibly can and then spending all that extra money shopping until we are dropping. Gotta love Christmas (because if you don’t you are labelled a grinch?)! 

So now that it’s all said and done we are left with an after holiday-bonanza depression. Coming down from the rush of it all and our credit card statements leaves us with the shocking reality of what the hell do we do now? Except now its the new year, and society is telling us to set goals, make new resolutions and immediately get off to a running start working on them. Well, I for one, am feeling like the thinly spread peanut butter that’s been scraped from the bottom of the jar and is so dry that it is barely malleable enough to spread on toast. 

Instead of trying to mask that dry peanut butter feeling with more jam, is there a way we can do it differently? I have mostly good news for you – YES there is a better way! We don’t have to take on the collective patriarchal “hustle” that has been thrown up all over us. However, it is almost impossible to avoid the intense energy of the season because it is all around us. To avoid sounding too grinch-like, I would just like to note that I actually do enjoy Christmas and I also do get excited about seeing family, delicious food and gift giving/receiving. I think that the problem is that we go way too far with this stuff. We are lacking the time we need to go inward and reflect, feel, and process the emotions of the season. Winter in nature is a time of hibernation and so it feels unnatural to go against this with all this outward overstimulation. 

So let’s start where we are, because where else can we be? Its the first week of January and I’d like to challenge myself to allow myself time to dream. To be home, to be quiet, to feel rested, to slow down. To awaken to the winter and use my senses to greet this beautiful season of wonder. Allow your resolutions to come to you over the next month, but give them the space to do so. May your dreams and desires for this year come to you through a more heart-centered and soul-fed place. If you are not feeling in touch with your heart and soul, what is one simple thing you can do to begin shifting that? Breathe. Just breathe. Take it in. Allow your dreams to find you. Become findable. Do one thing for yourself to show yourself how much you matter. Just one small thing. Because these little acts of self love have the power to shift our perspective, to shift our emotions, to shift us into gratitude.

Bath Time, Womb Time

It’s no secret that baths are a healthy way to unwind after a busy day. I personally love taking baths, and my love affair began when I was a child. The water was always a magical place for me. I was mesmerized by the way it moved with my body – and still am. These childhood wonders are so very important to treasure and keep with us as our lives become more complex and our responsibilities become greater. 

So – back to bathing. Anyone can do it, and in my opinion everyone should do it. There’s something about soaking your limbs in warm water that gives you a sense of peace. Why does it feel so soothing? The bath is like a womb, a safe container just big enough to cocoon your body in warm water. Our bodies are also largely made up of water and we need it to survive. Water keeps us alive.

When I lay in the bath it simultaneously calms my senses while birthing new ideas for me to play with. Time slows down for a few minutes and I can hear my breath as I exhale whatever I was holding onto and no longer needed. The water reminds me of where I came from. My body is at ease and I gently notice the beauty in it’s interwoven simplicity and complexity. I remember myself as a small child, a baby even. The bath was a good place – a place where I was fresh and clean. I was safe here. I am safe here – my Mother’s womb, cloaking me in comfort. The elements are appreciated. Time is understood. Creativity is nourished. Wisdom is unleashed. Love is welcomed into my heart.