aiming to refit into service.. the well-loved and broken.. using beautiful patches
What’s been bubbling up for me in the past couple of weeks is the notion that while so much shit is going on in the world, and especially as we watch (or experience!) cruelty at...
When cracked wide open, everything spills out An endless flowingness of pictures, mementos, vignettes, feelings The past is in crumpled pages on the floor, and yet New life emerges, and the violet needs watering Attempts...
Just finished witnessing a wonderful session with Heather Plett speaking at the 2022 Kaleidoscope Conference, online this morning, on the first day of three. I’ve taken the foundations course at Heather & Krista’s Centre for Holding Space,...
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Many things are happening, and yet it seems my progress is slow. Maybe you’re feeling this way too. And I’m feeling very deeply the subtle changes of the season. The moon is about to be...
For the past few months, I’ve been making hats. The first one was a beautiful hat, but when time came to size it, it was far too big. And I’ve already washed it. So, I...
My word for 2020 is Regulate. While I’m able to do so many more things this year, I’m doing and trying out so much. I confess it’s really hard to remember everything. I’m eager to...
As I lean into this Winter Solstice, I realize my dreams, my meditations now take me ever deeper. It seems right and easier to sink below the miasma and din, to a layer beneath, in...
Pushing edges this morning. After an early med appointment, sitting in a busy coffee shop. Minding my own business. Sinking all anxiety and symptomatic pain into my work. Breath by breath, stitch by stitch. ❤️
This summer has been a time of input. It wasn’t my over-arching intention, but on the other side now, that’s what happened. Beginning with my months-long preparation for a week’s visit to my immediate family...
Still knitting. Instead of the fine and super soft, off-white alpaca, I’ve decided to switch to a slightly heavier weight llama-merino blend in lovely light natural and a medium brown. It’s not quite as luxurious...
Please know that I recognize my privilege. Even with my struggles, I am extremely blessed to have enough food, clean water, a safe home for me and my son, and all our needs are met....
Everyone seems to be raking leaves across the region.. Now that we have a few days of sunshine before it rains again. It’s late in the season for the trees to change colour and drop...
I am grateful because.. I love mornings. When my sister and I were young, my mother would come into the room we shared and with mischievous joy, Mom would sing the following verse as she...
Today, as in these past weeks, I am working on myself. Today I am working on Receiving. It feels shameful to me, sometimes, that I myself, in the midst of so much privilege, that I...
My introduction to Kiya Tabassian’s ensemble, Constantinople, was from watching this amazing performance on video several years ago. From many accounts since, this very performance was magical with the “marriage” of the Montreal-based Constantinople with...
It’s coming in November to my what would have been my mom’s 85th birthday. She’s been gone now for almost 20 years, and I still miss her dearly. Maybe more now than ever, because I’m...
Since 7am (when my “Do not disturb” setting turns off), my phone has been dinging with little love letters, happy birthday wishes, the most beautiful messages of love and desire. I am really happy! Thank...
These days, we are making sense of things after climbing out of a deep sleep, post-pandemic.
Our bodies feel anxious about the rise of fascism and evidence of roiling climate crises at every turn.. and so, as we increase our conscious awareness, it’s important to increase connection, each in our own local communities and become fluent with our channels for mutual aid.
Attempting to maintain control through all this uncertainty is a normal response, though it’s likely to feel triggered and confused.. do relax and feel into whatever comes up, and know it is normal in urgent times like these.. reach out to loved ones, let them know they can count on you, and allow them to be there for you, too……
I’m over here in Vancouver Canada, picking up the pieces of my shattered life. I find it helpful to use writing (journaling) and making things, listening to the land and feeling into my ancestors and reclamation as therapy to work through (and hopefully beyond) post-concussion symptoms.
Thank you for visiting.
As always, I would love to hear from you.. the usual channels, or by email at hitrish @ gmail .com ❤️