Author: Lindsay Dianne
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Hardship as Cosmic Discipline
I’ve been thinking about grief lately, as mentioned in my previous post. I’ve been thinking about the inevitable experience of loss and how each goodbye plays out differently from the next. Grief isn’t something you can plan, you know? And that’s one of the most difficult parts, I think. It’s different every time, it’s going…
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and the band played on.
Sometimes I wonder if I’d have fought so hard for a deeper knowledge of myself and the world around me if I had known what that would mean. It’s not that I’m unhappy with the results of the work I’ve done, nor am I lamenting, necessarily. It’s that a lot of the things I thought…
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Retro-manticizing
The human experience is so extraordinary. Every lesson begets new perspective and another conundrum or opportunity to reflect. A lot of people experience life through an anxious lens, focusing their energy primarily off into the distance, attempting to predict the future outcome of every situation… Real or imaginary. Not a single one of those people…
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What I Never Would Have Seen
If I had given up when it felt hopeless… If I had stopped when I was sure it would never work… If I had let up on trying because I had not yet found success… Think of what I never would have seen. I never would have had the chance to feel the warmth of…
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A Requirement of Respect
I never have any time, yet somehow I’m always waiting. I am a slave to the clock because time gets away from me easily and being late causes me great stress and anxiety. It is for this reason that I find myself too early for an appointment and make a quick detour into the half-empty…
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The Rituals of the Unritualistic
What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like? I always wanted to be a planner person. I would excitedly pick out some overpriced day-timer with matching stickers and a fancy pen and proceed to use it twice and never ever open it again. I have sacrificed many dollars…
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Embracing Conscious Discomfort
I could never jump off the high diving board. i could do lots of stuff in the water. I was super comfortable with handstands and trying to sink the unsinkable kickboards. Sometimes they’d put out long floating mats to run along and spray kids with a hose, or pull a rope swing down from the…
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Cry it Out… for Adults!
When I became a mother I was 22 years old. I had no idea what raising a person was all about and I had been reading about it for months. The parenting dogma I related most closely to, or felt drawn to, was found in a series of books on attachment by the Sears family…
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Finding the Helpers : BC Technology for Learning Society
We are saturated with information. The vast majority of us are in the habit of overloading our brains long before we even have breakfast. I think it’s fair to say things feel very divided and often quite volatile. I hear a lot of people who are really battling extreme anxiety and I completely understand why.…
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