Right there under your nose

To be totally honest, we’ve been put through our paces in the past three months.  collectively we’ve experienced illnesses, break ups,  some financial woes, the passing of a beloved family member and a sudden plethora of puppies! Throughout all the trials we have remained (mostly) positive, supportive and creative in tackling all the hurdles so far. we are a team, and now family.

Every once in while the Universe surprises us with an unexpected bonus. I think of it as incentive to keep on going; a sneak peek of of what zero stress feels like. Yesterday was one of those days. We had an unexpected and thoroughly soul recharging experience. I hooked up with a friend of mine who has studied yoga all over the world last week, and he offered to give us a class a few days later.  A couple of us decided during our early morning meeting to go for a walk and scout out a place near the river to have our session. As luck would have it we found the perfect spot on a sandbar.  We were so thrilled with our discover that we kept on walking the beach for another hour and a half.

Here’s Kim looking for a heart stones, camera in hand (her third hand)…



Found one!

After lunch we all gathered and walked back to beach.  Yeah that’s right a beach in Alberta! The weather was perfect; 25 degrees and breeze blowing off the river.


Here’s a shot of our Yoga teacher, Brian Dickson. He is a most talented man.  I saw his aura that day, it was blue and ringed with gold…




Kim did most of class then snuck around us snapping pics.




We’ve all been dreaming of clear blue skies, and turquoise Caribbean seas.
We had been wondering about yoga by sea and the sound of the waves under a hot tropical sun.
We found all those things in my own backyard, on a whim and a chance circumstance!  It is those moments that keep us going.
They are the moments in between our thoughts that our Yogi puts emphasis on during meditation.

When I give it more thought I think that it was more than a carrot to keep us on track .
It was a message to all of us that often what we dream of is right under our noses.








My girl…Tales from BrandiLand

My best friend rides in a helicopter to work.

She rides a motorcycle most of the rest of the time.

She wears expensive boots that she swears she could walk across a country in that silently announce for her that she could take you out at the knees if you ever tried to mess with her.

She has been awarded the title of  “the girl husbands would most likely cheat on their wives with”…there is something so intoxicating about her that even the wives have to admit they understand.

She writes.

She travels.

We joke she is the “serial killer” of relationships since she takes a momento, a someone, with her each time who she simply cannot imagine living without even if they are connected to someone who has hurt her deeply and profoundly. She knows that each of us is separate from our wounds. Indeed, I am one of those momentos, taken from broken. So is her son. And so it is for herself…salvaged from the kind of broken most people never recover from. She has kept herself and masterfully created the above…

I don’t need to tell her that she is successful. She knows.

I don’t need to tell her she is a beautiful mother. She knows.

I don’t need to tell her she is dizzying in her talent and her drive. She knows that too.

What I do need to tell her, each and every single day of our lives together is that she is worthwhile.


No matter how barren, broken, empty or abandoned you may feel…this is what I see when I see you.

You can’t stop the swell of life from erupting around you. It wants to be with you so badly, your insane and fantastical energy. We all do. We are all creeping like vines into your greatness. And you are always there to receive us…the fragmented, the desperate, the untouchables. You make us beautiful by proxy. We can do no wrong with your almost unsettling kindness in the face of our despair and despicable circumstances. You see the life in our barren, broken, empty and abandoned.

You think this is what you see in us but it is quite the reverse. We are simply drawn to the life in you.

The spark that cannot be put out.

You are more than worthwhile my friend, you are essential.


The brilliant thing about above best friend is that she is a writer too. She wrote the following in response to my blog and I thought it was very much worth sharing:

 My best friend and I have an almost love affair like relationship; it’s one of those deals that persists over the years through breakups, parenting woes, differences of opinions, and long periods of separation and silence. More importantly, she knows my heart through and through and has given me the rarest of gifts: she can be happy for me when I’m happy. My frequent and sometimes long periods of introversion don’t offend her, but she’s always the first one to coax me back out. She’s family.
She’s got a heart big as her boobs, and a brain that trumps them both. She wrote this about me yesterday, and it is spot on, save for the parts about my boots being silent (they’re not, and sometimes the sound of me coming down a hallway is enough to set workers to scattering), and the part about me taking mementos from past relationships. I don’t take them. They come on their own, and in the breathholding beats where I fear I’ve lost them, it’s only gratitude for having even met them at all that allows me to let go of them and their person. I guess my point is, and something I should tattoo on my body, Cherish the ones who stay. They’re rare. And if one person sees me like the abandoned building in this beautiful picture, then I have to wonder: do the vines hold the structure together?
I believe they do.
Andrea Taylor


Growing Together

In the process of creating “Chilled Chicks”  we have laughed, talked, collaborated and lost many hours of sleep.

We are friends, who were brought together by circumstance and have rapidly become sisters. Now if you know sisters, you know that sometimes they don’t agree.  We nag each other, and occasionally piss each other off all the while knowing that there’s a love and respect between us.  Heaven help the person who tries to do the same to one of us; fur flying we’re ready to defend each other at a moment’s notice.

Women have a special connection when they gather together and become sisters of the heart.  We find common experiences that allow us to laugh and share stories.  The nurturing aspect of our personalities allows us to comfort each other in a way  that is solely feminine. As mothers, grandmothers, lovers, wives we spend many hours performing  ‘acts of service’  as responsibility and demonstrations of love.  We most often receive our source support  from other women.  The first question asked by any woman when walking in to the kitchen of her hostess is “Do you need any help”? Many women instinctively offer support and comfort to others.

In the course of this journey of ours I’ve learned a lot about trust and support. I’m learning not to take things too personally, and confidence in my choices. Most of all I believe we’re all learning to walk the walk of  practicing what we believe in, and more importantly we’re connecting with other women in a supportive way.  Stressed we may sometimes be with all the demands but there’s a bounce in our steps because we’re creating something we love together. We’re learning how strong we are and testing our limits while having and lending support on our journey.  This is ultimately what we want to share with others. We are discovering unknown talents, finding more strengths each day, acknowledging our weaknesses while knowing that no one person can be all things. We are growing individually and together simultaneously.

Oh, it’s not always peachy with a group of women; politics, insecurities and misunderstandings occur wherever you find humans. However when you can take the step to let your heart lead and follow that need to nurture, support and be supported – wonderful things happen and new seeds  start to grow.  We are after all the bearers of  the seeds of new life.  Divine Feminine indeed!

Korpita Etsy