Posts by Jenn Hicks
Touched: 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…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #33 – New
On my way home I tripped on a giant new crack in the sidewalk. Was it really new or did I just fail to notice it before? On my way home I entertained myself by crunching my boots in the new snow. New to me, but perhaps it had been there for awhile, possibly waiting…
Read MoreMy monster
I recently came across this piece thatI wrote in August 2004. It describes the demon that I characterized as my eating disorder at the time. To go with this piece, I created a mascot.One that represented my physical enemy, one that wore worn out running shoes, had thick thighs and was an evil person. I…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #32 -Now and Then
Context: normally I write my scribblings in Toronto, at a coffee joint called The Jet Fuel where I spend way too much of my time (and hence call it “my office”). I usually write it before I teach my Sunday Nia class. Today I’m scibbling in Seattle. Different vibe altogether!) Now I am sitting…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #31 – Holiday Memories
I’m really having a hard time making people understand. Getting them to see why I feel as I do about the holidays. It’s not that I didn’t have everything I needed growing up, or that “Santa” didn’t bring me what I wanted. There were many Christmas traditions – baking and decorating cookies (and then stealing…
Read MoreThoughts on Christmas
“It’s the most wonderful time of the year”. Maybe for everyone else, but not for this conscious questioning chick. How do I feel about the holidays? I feel a sense of obligation chased by a sense of failure. There’s this urgency to comply that brings on rebellion and hopelessness. There is no other time of…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #30 – Dance (Nia)
There could be no better post topic for Sunday Scribblings today than this – dance has given me new life. Specifically, Nia has given me life. Nia, meaning “with purpose” in Swahili, has awakened my body’s way. Nia, a spirited blend of dance, martial arts, and healing arts, is not a “work out”. No, it’s…
Read MoreAir
I wrote these a few weeks back. A friend of mine, Naomi Laufer, runs a group called “Poetry in Motion”. It’s a movement and writing group, hosted by 6 St. Joseph House. 6 St. Joseph House is a resource for individuals who are at a crossroads in their lives, and to develop more creative and…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #29 – Competition
Engaging in an “I’m better than you” society, we define ourselves in relation to masculinity. Instead, why not get down and relate to the earth? Then get up and flow with the rhythm of the cosmos. SHE begs us. Stop. SHE knows it’s not working. Simultaneously, She pleads and shows us better ways. Wait. Dividing…
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