Author - jennifer_hatt

Inviting Light Through Wordplay

Ah .. November, month of Remembrance and growing darkness, an end to Daylight Savings and the final march to the shortest day of winter solstice. It invites hibernation in fuzzy sweaters under cozy quilts with steaming mugs of spiced whatevers. It's also the perfect month...

The Power of Salty Surrender

Swimming is one of the few actions that makes my body happy. Swimming in mid-September in northern Nova Scotia takes a special devotion to aquatic bliss. As I stood on the shore in a waning day of summer, one of the few days not boiling...

When ‘it’s too soon’ becomes “it’s time”

My labour this long weekend was in my basil patch, surrounded by my most favourite aroma in the world harvesting glossy emerald leaves for pesto and fresh basil lemonade. In the moment there was glorious peace and flow of creation. Just behind it, though, was the...

Feeding Ourselves in the New Millennium

I think about food, a lot: what I'll eat, when I'll eat it, how I'll cook it, where I'll go to get it. It's a conversation that is ever present and always available to light me up. I grew up in a family system that...

Tap Dancing in the Minefield of the Heart

It's a conversation that's been a long time coming.  On the outside things look fine; on the inside something is missing, feels off, irritates or just plain hurts. For years, explaining things away, rationalizing that things are great, good enough, okay, as much as we...

Decloaking the Emperor

Decloaking The Emperor The Emperor’s New Clothes: you know the fable … an emperor in a far-off land pays a handsome sum to a travelling tailor promising to make the monarch the most beautiful clothing in the world. After much anticipation the emperor dons his new...

A Tale of Two Mondays

Monday mornings are infamous in a culture conditioned to have fun on weekends and go back to the 'grind' of work/school/paying bills/paying dues. Off we trudge, lunch bags in hand, grieving the past days of sunshine and steeling ourselves for the days ahead, just like...

The Longest Day of the Year

I love lilacs. The scent, their simple elegance, their tenacity ... every May and June, they brighten my world and remind me to stop, smell, and just BE. The longest day of the year, the summer solstice ... that's a powerful invitation too and this year...

The Art and Agony of Retreats

The body knows when it's time to get off the crazy train of habituated life and explore a new way of being. It's a tickle deep in the soul that cannot be scratched, medicated or pretended away and that leaves in a whoooosh! when a retreat...
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