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what i’m into [may 2018]

what i’m into [may 2018]

I realize I have quite a hard time sitting still simply listening to lectures on end. My need for multi-stimulatory information, or to be productive either creating/thinking or using something other than my ears is a bit debilitating. I’m at this conference in Toronto and […]

more ginger honey tea, please

more ginger honey tea, please

I write to you after having spent probably 36 of the past 48 hours in bed, trying to sleep off this ghastly fever and headache I woke up with as of yesterday morning. Of those 12 awake hours, most of it was spent finishing Atul […]

my eggshell seedlings

my eggshell seedlings

About ten days ago, I planted seeds in my homemade egg-shell planter (see above picture). The seeds were “borrowed” from the McGill seed library; the borrowing process consisting of me scrolling through names and randomly clicking on ones I liked the sound of – red […]

knowing names and faces

knowing names and faces

Making sourdough has changed my relationship with food. Once a week, I take my little mason jar of sourdough starter from the fridge, the lactic acid now a clear layer above the thick charcoal-coloured goop. I empty the contents into my plastic bowl, feed my […]

what I’m into [april 2018]

what I’m into [april 2018]

aaaand here’s the April round of goodies 🙂 Articles: If you wanted to stay updated with what’s going on at my art cooperative, I periodically write (and invite guest writers to join me) on our website’s blog about the workshops that go on in our […]

what oatmeal is teaching me of letting go

what oatmeal is teaching me of letting go

No, I haven’t dropped off the face of the earth. Or given up writing. Although the abysmal lack of writing in my life the past few weeks is some clue as to my mental/emotional state lately. Last Friday, my oatmeal exploded in the microwave three […]

soapstone narwhals

soapstone narwhals

This is Nemo. He makes sculptures out of soapstone and sells them for a living. He shows me the caribou antlers his father sent him from Nunavut, running his hands across the polished, white surface. “Whenever I go home, he always gives me a lot […]

my PhD, a mountain

my PhD, a mountain

I think mostly in metaphor. Especially for concepts that I struggle to wrap my mind around, reducing them to pictures makes them  fold up into pocket-sized pieces that fit nicely into the cupboards of my world. This week, the metaphor I kept returning to – […]

heal our land

heal our land

This is what swamp feet smell like. Usually, the air is musty with snuffed out cigarettes and stale coffee – familiar and comforting like a sweater worn too many times. But today, a pungent smell slices through the mustiness. It becomes extra strong when Greg […]

what i’m into [jan 2018]

what i’m into [jan 2018]

Well, here in Montreal, school has started up, routines are becoming more regular and it’s time for me to share some of what I’ve been up to at the start of 2018: Books Food and Faith by Norman Wirzba. I was reading Wendell Berry’s “The […]