The first time my man and I went to Vancouver’s Folk Fest I was nine months pregnant with our first child. I was a fan for life. Not only are there five stages of music and so much good food, there’s a special hippy rule that pregnant women don’t wait in line for the porta-potties….
Tag: motherhood
Walking in Circles
I was worried on our trip that my older son, nearly six, would get bored and then pester everyone to death for more tv, more treats and generally more attention. He’d deserve it too, since his little brother, two, is very clever at staying in the cute spotlight, and his only nearby playmate would be…
Saying ‘So what?’ to flaws
(Halfway through our 9-hour flight home. Looking tired, but still smiling) One reason I keep comparing this recent family holiday to England with the one four years ago is because the similar circumstances let me compare the real-world effects of my work to deal with depression and anxiety. The first trip I was just about…
Where does the body feel Unbelonging?
I’m taking a 5-week course called Trauma-sensitive Yoga for Depression and Anxiety at my favourite Vancouver studio, Ocean and Crow. This is a weekly record of my unraveling … and hopefully my knitting back together. In our first class, we learn that every emotion has a corresponding sensation in the body. Conversely, every bodily sensation…
Cure by Ocean
Mental health feels endless sometimes. I never really win. Even after therapy, meds, yoga, meditation, the weepies still come upon me sometimes. When that happens, the answer is a good dose of nature. The wilder the better. The Weepies The night before my husband and I were to take our first childfree weekend away in…
Wendy's House 