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The Drunkard’s Wingman

This weekend we went to the annual work party for my partner’s company – always a swanky affair with lots of great food and booze. Think: open bar, beautiful floral centre pieces, and flatware nicer than anything I own. Every year, the company opens up a tab at a local bar for an after-party which means…more and more alcohol. This year I was talked into attending the after-party by a friend, but my body was telling me two days later what a mistake that was, and I wasn’t even inebriated.

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Transitive Healing in Nature

I’m not sure how to change, but winter is always tough for me, partly because I refuse to go outside unless I have to. The walls and windows are a comfortable barrier between me and the outdoors, keeping me warm and snuggly inside. Unfortunately, warm and snuggly does not necessarily equate a complete, harmonious state of mental wellbeing.

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Witchy wondering

Recently, my partner asked me why something was bothering me (well, really he was confused about WHEN something had started bothering me) which ended up causing a great deal of frustration. How could he not understand why I would be bothered? That eventually lead to me wondering how he could be so insensitive, but after seeing my hurt he did come back around to ask his questions differently. What was the seed that planted this disagreement and hurt feelings?

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In This House, We Speak ‘Cheese’

Speaking of communicating across species, let me introduce my three little stooges: our cat, first dog, and second dog. I’ve had pets my whole life – birds, cats, fish, dogs…we even had two hermit crabs once, but they found their way into the classroom of my son’s preschool – partly on account of our older dog at the time wanting to put them in his mouth and walk around as though they were his. Sharing a life with these critters means understanding them. We make ourselves their care givers with a power dynamic that never changes throughout their lives – eternally dependent upon us. It isn’t just a courtesy to learn their mannerisms and determine their needs. It’s an act of welfare.

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We Are Not the First Americans

The 24 hour news cycle has been a source of intentional exhaustion by this current administration. The constant flood of bad news and bad behaviour can drain a person to the brink of emotional fatigue – and yet, we are still likely missing most of what is happening out there.

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New Year, New Earth

This was the name of the summit I attended last week, hosted by Ecoversity. The focus: permaculture. It was three full days of information, so I won’t go into detail on what all was covered, but I was surprised to learn how adamant each of the speakers were about WHAT permaculture means.

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