Daughter of the God of Medicine, Keeper of the small, sleeping Eros, the winged young god of love, who leant against her leg.

What does it mean to be called? What does it mean to honor a calling? I am still in the process of discovering

That progress is not going to be measured in hours or days or even weeks. That sometimes even the smallest step is enough.

How much can we be with that. The natural slowness of life. How much can we relax into it and luxuriate. And just let it be what it is. Even when it's slow.

As the season shifts and the light fades, we have an opportunity to remember that the pace of life is not as fast as we have become accustomed to demanding it to be. That unfurling is an incremental process that usually evades our ordinary perception.

I’ll be back in Toronto in feb :)