Category: daily manna

it’s Christmas.

it’s Christmas.

Christmas with my family has never been traditional. When we were younger, Dad would invite some of students over for dinner and we would gather around spare ribs in BBQ sauce, braised kailan, steaming bowls of rice. My sister and I would reenact Angel Gabriel […]

advent mornings

advent mornings

  Movement 1: Orientation I feel my toes first – they’re toasty under the thick comforter. The early morning light has bathed my room in the soft glow of dawn, the colour of a teaspoon of turmeric swirled into coconut milk. My eyes adjust to […]

stretching.

stretching.

You’re supposed to breathe deep when you stretch. I was in a stretch class last Sunday, my legs hovering over the ground in a split position as I silently preached this to myself. “Breathe into it, Vivienne, relax….” the mantra so counter to all that […]

being stuck

being stuck

“You just feel stuck.” The words sunk in my heart like stones. “Stuck,” she pushed around the soggy quinoa on the plate with her fork, “you know, when you don’t know where to go from here.” I had added too much water to the quinoa, […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

just shadows

just shadows

Smoke particles swirl in tunnels of strobe light that cross-hatch the shadows. Techno blares surround-sound, enveloping the mass of sweaty bodies pulsating to dub-step bass. A yelp from my far-right – a girl slips on the thin film of beer coating the stairs. The sixth […]

the middle moments

the middle moments

It feels like I’m in a middle moment. That’s the best way I can put words to this feeling. So, part of it was coming back to Montreal on Jan 2nd, a week before the next semester would begin. No one was around. I had […]