“Physical relationship divorced from spiritual is body without soul.”
We experience this world through our bodies: eyes squinting in the sun, ears turned to the laughter of a child, bare feet plodding on the damp grass of early morning. But what of the earthly things that our senses cannot comprehend? How do we reconcile those feelings that reside within our deepest wells that cannot be explained by what we see, hear, taste, or touch?
For readers who wish to explore the body-spirit connection and push back against the forced separation of the two, I write honest, thought-provoking, creative nonfiction that illuminates the human experience of integrating spiritual tradition with earthly life. There is no shame or stigma —all rituals, practices, and traditions are welcome here. Whether you’re trying to celebrate, take leave, or resuscitate, you will find your story reflected in well-researched, vulnerable, and heartfelt essays.
After a ten-year battle with infertility that ended with the birth of my two children, I’m well-acquainted with the struggle of reconciling the limitations of the body with the mystery of the unknown. The child of immigrants raised in a religious home, I understand the difficulty of finding agency in long-established, iron-clad traditions. Through my writing, I show that this not only possible but can be a glorious reclamation of what it means to be human.
Currently at work on a collection of essays, this daughter, mother, writer, teacher, first-generation settler Canadian, is participating in a conversation from which women have long been excluded. In unapologetically claiming my own experience, I invite others to do the same.