2014: My Year In Review

New Year’s Eve usually brings with it a look to the future: what do I need to fix in order to make my life perfect. Inevitably, that comes with a few regrets as well, of things I didn’t do the past year to make my life perfect. 2014 was no different: I didn’t lose 100 lbs; I didn’t write a best-selling novel that redefined the fantasy genre; I didn’t meet Rory McCann, and I certainly didn’t become his red-headed sassenach bride.  Continue reading

Shitting Dogs and Setting Goals

I know how you feel, Logan.

I know how you feel, Logan.

I’m not what you would call a determined person. You might, instead, call me a starter – a girl who loves fresh starts and new beginnings, fledgling projects and novel hobbies. And for as much as I love starting things, I hate finishing them. I quit most everything I try once it gets hard or boring or inconvenient.   Continue reading

This Is My Life Now

I found myself squarely in the middle of a significant moment one afternoon last week. It’s a rare feeling, that. Too often, we don’t realize we’re in a significant moment – capital S, capital M – until far too late, after the moment has passed and we’re looking back on it fondly, wondering why we didn’t realize in the moment that something magical was happening.   Continue reading

Losing Time

Target - one of Windhorse Retreats handsome geldings - took a liking to me and followed me the around the field during our walking meditation. (My butt isn't normally that lumpy - I had a bag on under the blanket.)

Target – one of Windhorse Retreat’s handsome geldings – took a liking to me and followed me the around the field during our walking meditation. (My butt isn’t normally that lumpy – I had a bag on under the blanket.)

Calling something “life-changing” has almost become cliche, but in the case of a retreat I attended last month, it’s true. For two days, I had a chance to practice yoga, meditate in nature, work with horses, and connect with strong women from across central Alberta. And by the end of the weekend, I felt different. I was different.  Continue reading