Rather than fighting for peace, let’s build it peacefully.
Sometimes I meet people because I am unabashedly snoopy. Last summer I visited Saskatoon, Saskatchewan - a beautiful city that is entirely under-rated as a destination. As a recovering yarn zombie, when visiting new places I search out local fibres as my souvenir of choice. In Saskatoon I found The Wool Emporium, a wonderful LYS … [Read more…]
In my other life beyond the spinning wheel and knitting needles, I teach at Ryerson University on the topic of Homelessness. Being the middle of winter, the issue of cold, hypothermia and the recent deaths of four people experiencing homelessness on the streets of Toronto comes up a lot in class. Not surprisingly, so does … [Read more…]
Pascal and I just finished our Spring teaching at Ryerson. In April we quickly wrap up the winter semester and plunge directly into facilitating “intensive courses” – a whole semester condensed into one very long week. This spring we taught 4 intensives in 5 weeks. We absolutely love this format, but by the fourth Friday … [Read more…]
The nausea washed over me just before I clicked the “publish” button. I reminded myself that vomiting on the keyboard would be gross. My recent post on compassion fatigue and martyrdom pulled the curtain back on a few of my less-than sparkly thoughts and feelings. It pushed me to drop my party face; that shiny, … [Read more…]
Quietly Inside, 2013, Sarah Jean February is the Wednesday of Winter. We’re stuck in seemingly unending snowbanks, struggling to remember what the colour green looks like and waiting for the next weather alert to be issued. The snow is certainly getting to me but the worst part of the past week has been my overall … [Read more…]
“Nice is nice,” was Sue’s signature phrase. As a teenager I would groan a little and roll my eyes. I did not want to be nice, nor did I feel particularly nice. But because I respected her, I would smile and through my gritted teeth I would try to speak nicely. Last month Pascal and … [Read more…]
We lost Pete Seeger this week. He had a few years on me and I admittedly wasn’t even a twinkle in my mother’s eye while he was tangling with Congress and being blacklisted from television performances. His life is somewhat historical to me, but not his music. The music remains vital and relevant. Pascal and … [Read more…]
The sound was somewhere between a slap and a snap. I couldn’t place it as I slowly woke up Saturday morning. But as I swung my feet over the edge of the bed it dawned on me: falling water. I was hearing a leak in the kitchen. That propelled me out of bed rather quickly. … [Read more…]
