Sunday Scribblings #89 – Scary
As a little girl of maybe 6 or 7 years old,what would keep me up at night was the idea of “everlasting life”. For most Christians, this is a reassuring idea. Who wouldn’t want to be suspended in time, surrounded by the comfort and peace and joy? But for me, it was a pretty black-and-white…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #88 – Celebrate!
When I think “celebrate”, I think Nia. Nia, a movement practice that, I kid you not, has been medicine for my soul. Don’t believe me? See here or here or here for proof. This is not the first time I’ve written about Nia. I have shared my experiences with Nia before. I believe in her…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings # 87 – Aging
Aging is an accumulation of changes over time resulting from experience. Change. From. Experience. Hmmm… Aging bodies can be unsettling. I think that’s because we lose so much over time; the elasticity of our skin and blood vessels, the density of our bones, efficiency in how our organs function. But if we’ve used our bodies…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #86 – Dear Past Me, Dear Future Me.
Dear Jennifer-of-a-second-ago, You are good enough. I love you as you are. Dear Jennifer-of-the-present, You are good enough. I love you as you are. Dear Jennifer-of-the-future, You are good enough. I love you as you are.
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #85 – Listen up! This is important!
“Ecoutez moi. You don’t want to miss this. It’s so fantastic. I’m all wrapped up in the magnificence of it. I’ve been thinking about how I could best share it with you. How you might interpret it just like I do. I’m wondering if I can even force my experience on you. I know that’s…
Read MoreAfter
My uncle Terry died on March 1. Today was his funeral (March 5). 6 years ago, on March 5 (2003), my grandfather (who had his grandchildren call him “Tay” ~ short for Taylor) died. Tay’s funeral was on my 30th birthday on March 8th, 2003. So I have been contemplating death lately. I am reminded…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #84 – Lost
In the past year I have lost many things. I ask myself, “Qu’est-ce qui se passe avec ca?” (what’s up with that?) And, “am I becoming a little careless?” Or, “maybe I’m making generous donations to the universe?” (if that’s the case, that’s pretty nice of me, yes?). The list of my recent donations is…
Read MoreSubway Dance Party.
Last weekend, I took part in Improv Toronto’s 2nd annual subway dance party. Along with about 450 people (some of whom came from as far as Buffalo), I danced on the subway, ipod in place, tunes pumping. We filled 2 whole subway trains. I happened to meet up with Kristen Gale, whom I had met…
Read MoreDance Our Way Home
I was introduced to Erica Ross and Dance Our Way Home in 2005 through Sheena’s Place, a support centre in Toronto for people with eating disorders. In the throes of anorexia and an exercise obsession, I connected back to my body and it’s beauty in this wonderful expressive dance practice. Fortunately, Erica is now offering…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #83 – Trust
Trust. Relying on…. Having faith in…. Believing unconditionally… I don’t trust myself. I can be entirely unpredictable. Untrue to my own principles. I give myself a zero on the trust-o-meter. Unreliable. I wouldn’t trust me. If that’s the case, How can I trust anyone else? It’s all about dissolving expectations and embracing impermanence. Life has…
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