Archives for posts with tag: purpose

I cried on my way to work this morning. It felt appropriate with the news in Nice, of Taliyah Marsman and her mother Sarah Baillie. I didn’t know them, any of them, but my heart is broken a thousand ways.

There are a million posts popping up on social media everywhere. How sad it is, how sickening it is, how we need to hold our little ones close.

I should be working, but I can’t think about transcripts while all this keeps running through my head. Perhaps I shouldn’t write upset. Instead I’m thinking about what other mundane thing I can quit so I can love people – all people – more, love them better, love them more truly. Read the rest of this entry »

I think it’s easy to lose sight and yet we all become so terrified when we do. I’ve been seeing it in myself and in others a lot and I don’t wonder for a second how it happens.

I think we all get stuck with this vision of something great. It sits there inside of our heads, debilitating and wrecking our hearts until that moment it starts. For me, it was starting back school so I could learn how to really write for you. For others it’s the start of an organization, group, relationship, company, you decide. But it starts. That thing that you dreamed about in your heart starts.

And then it starts to gain some speed, we start to see a pace that sets dreams into motion. It’s terrifying. We start asking God, friends, family, ourselves… heck I ask strangers at Starbucks so many questions about my dreams, about vision, about everything that’s started. Its like everything that started off simple (and huge) now requires more insight, and the more we try to find it, the more we lose sight. Read the rest of this entry »

A young woman shook back and forth, her bags all over the sidewalk, her heart an obvious mess.

We were on the corner of 4th and 14th, the same old sneakers dangling from the telephone wires, just above the pay phones that are rumoured to be turned off at night because of drug deals in the neighbourhood. I was putting my camera back into my bag, feeling unnecessarily uncomfortable in my little sundress. I wanted to just get back to my car, but sometimes love has different plans in mind for us.

It was unusually hot for an early April night in downtown Calgary. The shadow rocking back and forth across from the convenience store Happy Together drew me in quickly, and it took no effort to walk right up to her.

“Hey girl, are you okay?” I ask. Read the rest of this entry »

Last Girls! Series post we talked about friends. We talked mostly about the friend you are, and the capabilities you have to be a great friend, awful friend, and everything in between friend.  Our society blurs the lines of literally every relationship; we feel entitled where we shouldn’t be, and make things tough on others when we don’t have to. Today we’re going to talk about the differences between the types of relationships in our lives, and why it is so important to honour them for what they really are. Read the rest of this entry »

We no longer say BC (Before Christ) or AD (anno Domini- in the year of our Lord) in school. We call it Before Common Era, and, Common Era. We talk about Jesus and Socrates as though they’re basically the same person (‘person’), which could be a literal quote from on instructor. We discuss choice as the proper term since free will is a noble lie, a myth, which yet again I could quote directly from an instructor. And, aside from the elections, there is no topic that comes up as often as the man who wouldn’t drive the rainbow bus, and not ever once is it in in a good way. Still. Read the rest of this entry »

“Why, if you are interested in the country only for the sake of painting it, you’ll never learn to see the country.”

“But that’s just how a real artist is interested in the country.”

“No. You’re forgetting,” said the Spirit. “That was not how you began. Light itself was your first love: you loved paint only as a means of telling about the light.”

– C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce

Making your way in the world with the interests, passions and talents that one has can be a fairly confusing path. Read the rest of this entry »

We don’t love others to gain influence.

Influence is the honor you’re given when you love others without hidden motive.