Love Jack


We got a new baby. He is so soft and sweet. His eyes are filled with knowledge. The kids are so happy when we brought him home. We connected and I had such high hopes that the transition of our new little guy into the family would be a pleasant one. It was. And then the reality hits the family that this is work. Our little baby has sharp teeth. He chews on everything. I’ve dug plastic wrappers, rocks, clumps of dirt out of his mouth trying to dodge the fangs in the process. Continue reading

Spring Storm

The sun is out and it feels like spring here in my shiny province of Alberta. I went for my run/walk because my body isn’t there to run only. I saw the pussy willows starting to come out. It is really a sure sign until I heard the most majestic noise…thunder. It is spring. The dark clouds rolled in and I heard the sound that isn’t here during our torment of snow during winter. My first thought was yes please! Rain! Let that warm rain take away the rest of snow and bring out the green grass. And when the landscape gets brighter so does our hearts. Continue reading

Eat Your Vegetables

There isn’t anything more hilarious then my children and their antics. We just can’t go through the day without someone saying or doing something that makes me shake my head or laugh out loud.

It starts innocently. I make supper. I try to make variations in those meals. I try to buy different veggies and even fruits for them to try. We had asparagus tonight. My husband and I like it. One daughter eats it. Other daughter tries not to take any. I put one on my son’s plate. So, he eats everything else but leaves the lonely asparagus. He wants ice cream. I say you have to eat the green thing first. Continue reading

My Desires Are Worthy

I heard Deepak Chopra mention in a meditation that “There is a tendency, unfortunately, spirituality involves renouncing your desires. But, there is nothing impure about desire itself.” That statement brought me to this blog to create a voice about my spirituality dilemma and the church I grew up in. Continue reading

The Honest Truth

I want to be clear. If I ever give off the impression that I got this whole “life” thing figured out. I do not. I’m sorry if it comes across that way. I would say about half my life I wore a heavy veil over my eyes. I had some natural ability to be a counselor to my friends and trusted my gut without explanation. But, I was heavily shrouded with my outside self and less focused on my true self. Continue reading

Inspiring More Time


I have a routine in the morning and have been doing this for a year. I wake up at 5:15am. I go to the bathroom, grab a glass of water and put on my Bluetooth headphones. I start listening to my meditation while my water boils for coffee. Coffee is made and I sit down and start the mantra and meditation. After that, I drink my coffee. I set the intentions for the day. I then do the reiki self-healing on my own body. I move to the yoga mat and stretch. I do salutation to the suns and ask for the blessings and how can I serve today. I can honestly say that it has changed my life. I wake up that early so that there is no excuses throughout the day that I am too busy. Continue reading

Split In Two

I have a split personality. I have the awareness, spiritual side. That side of my parenting and me as a woman in the world is very calm and peaceful. When she is strongly connected in spirit, surrounded by nature and in harmony she does offer the best advice. She sees her children as these souls experiencing life. She wants them to see themselves as they are and being ok with all of it.

The other side is the ego. It holds the fears. It shows itself mostly with anger, but it has sneaky ways too when I get a great idea and then quickly my brain tells me how I shouldn’t do that. I pass it off as no big deal, but in awareness I realize that was my fears at play. The ego yells at my kids and snots off the lady at the grocery store. It is the reactive place when I am not conscious.

The awareness is starting to be there more and more. Even if the ego starts its rant the awareness kicks in and stops me. I am working on this in my parenting of my children. I am trying to keep it in the forefront that each of my children are individuals and have a purpose here. I cannot impose my dreams on them. I have seen it already in many things. My kids all show athleticism in sports they try. I did too. But, wasn’t allowed the opportunity until I was older to join sport activities. I sent them off to soccer, volleyball, basketball and hockey. There has always been a small voice that says if you did all the training and took them into the elite levels they will make it. Then, the spirit asks is that what they want, or is it what I had wished for?  I have to breathe. Is it my dream for them, or their own?

Is success for them based on my expectations?

It truly is the hardest thing to not force confirmation on them. To just allow them to be there and speak to them when I am in my awareness. I was upset with my daughter the other day because of a website she was on. I yelled at first, but soon realized, no that is not what I want to convey here. I immediately calmed my tone and told her the concern and that I wanted her to understand the stranger on the other side of the computer. Underneath all of that I told her, if you are lonely then lets make plans with your friends, or let’s watch the movie you wanted me to watch with you. I want you to focus your connection with real people and not think that connection will come from strangers. We watched the movie. When I spoke to her in the calm voice and tried to see what the real deal was she said to me, I love you. I know that’s her way of saying thank you for seeing me.

I want to help pave the road and open doors for them. But, I want them to choose if it is the road for them or the door to go through. I want them choosing in their awareness. I want them to remember that they’ve had the power all along and not to let them forget that the awareness is what they were born with. We, as a society, put the limitations and the children forget who they truly are to be. We must let them remember.