Posts by Jenn Hicks
India – Fourth Post
Being here in India has given a lot of time to reflect. I find myself thinking about how much emotionally stronger I have become since the last time I was here. Every time I turn around, my experiences show me that I have developed a greater tolerance for the unexpected. It’s a truly wonderful feeling,…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #39 – Sleep
What kind of a relationship do I have with sleep? Here’s the story… I am living with a drug-induced sleep disorder. An anti-depressant I’m taking to manage my bipolar disorder has the lovely side effect of inducing Periodic Limb Movement Disorder or PLMD in sleep-ology language. Although it sounds all pathological and everything, it’s actually…
Read MoreIndia – Third Post
Still in Arambol, and am soaking the heat into my bones to take with me back to Canada. I will not complain about the fact that I am constantly sweating, that my hair is frizzy-curly-out-of-control, or that I am radiating heat from my body. No, I will just drink more water, cool myself in the…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings # 38 – Fridge Space
Odorific. Fridge space. Baking soda crowded crispers liquifying onions (increasing the spaciousness). Egg cups fix albumin glued shell fragments only fingernails can free. Shelves hoard nearly empty peanut butter, pickle and jam jars we refuse to finish. Tupperware science experiments ripen the sour aroma. “Why is there so much fridge space?” The life cycle of…
Read MoreIndia – First Post
India. !ncredible !ndia (that’s what tourism India tells us on the billboards when we land; first in Mumbai, and later in Goa). Here after a 30 hour journey involving 3 take offs and 3 landings and one very winding and reckless cab ride. Writing after several extended-naps-interrupted-by-meals in our straw hut near the beach. Getting…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #37 – Foul
Moving through life has disgusted, polluted and contaminated my senses. It’s unavoidable. Still, filthy, grimy, visceral memories surface when I think of the foul experiences I have been a part of: Standing in a shower that doubled as a toilet. You can imagine my horror when, in a small village in India, I discovered…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #36 – Miscellaneous
Ahh…I breathe the tension out and feel the relief. Today’s prompt for Sunday Scribblings , Miscellaneous, takes a lot of pressure off me. Today I can write about an assorted mix of unrelated things, and I do not have to feel guilty for wandering away from the topic. Whhhhew. What a calm and peaceful sense…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #35 – Fellow Traveler
I look over my shoulder, certain I’ll find someone cycling just behind me. A fellow traveler. I look left. No one. Right, nothing. Yet the sensation of warmth is alive and the hint of a shadow tricks my eyes. “Hmmmm….” Eyebrows furrowed, nose leading the way, I carry on. “Just shake it off, Jennifer. Illusions,…
Read MoreTouched: today I got rocked to the core…
I taught a Nia class today. Well, I actually taught two classes. But the first class is the one that I want to share with you – it was a career first. Yeah, it reminded me of why I strive to do what I do. It made it all real. I welcomed a woman into…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #34 – Date
“It’s not something I would usually do”, she said, blood rushing to her cheeks in a random, blotchy pattern and drawing tingly warmth to her ears. Her heart beat so fast that it warmed her scalp , and she felt sure that it was transforming her silvery-white hair back to the carrot orange colour it…
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