it’s winter

Exhaustuary, grumpuary, poopuary… this is what I’ve been calling this month 😅.

I’ve chatted with friends and clients alike who are feeling the slog of it these days. If you live on the west coast of BC like me, you’ve seen sun only a small handful of times lately.

It’s winter. We are meant to slow down and yet we keep pushing to keep up with what capitalism requires of us to make our way. I think there’s a collective grief under there too… we are grieving that we aren’t being quiet, taking many naps, reading many books, staying close to home with loved ones. Perhaps making music or reading poetry together. By the time we do the work and the chores etc there is little left for gathering in gentle joy.

So be soft dear ones, be gentle with yourself as we get through these dark months. Be soft as we say prayer for others living in deep hardship, be soft as you recognize the space between what your body wants of you and what you require of it.

And find moments to curl up and be soft, like my little Sanchi-Moo.

Sending love through the atmospheric river. ✨