Endangered Species

Why have endangered lists for species on the edge of disaster – some may ask? Some think that it might be too much of a snowflake thing to be so concerned – especially at the expense of property, and commerce.

We are supposed to be guardians.

Aboriginal people throughout the world recognize this. Living so close with the earth’s rhythms, they understand the true ebb and flow of life on the earth. Abundance and then scarcity have always been the rhythm. It is an imposed, arbitrary and very ego-ic idea to think that there is only growth – like thinking that there’s only light, it undermines our own true nature and doesn’t inform us of how to live as Humans as part of the species on earth.

We are the only creature that takes and doesn’t give back.
We don’t have anything more that makes us greater than any other species on earth except one thing – our impact here due to our greed and appetites can and are devastating the earth at an alarming rate.
To give back – is to recognize this. We’re the only ones who can protect the earth and its life (including us) by recognizing our responsibility in wreaking havoc here. We are the only creature on earth that offers nothing back. We can only do it through our conscience.

Things change and then some…

I am diving back into writing my blog! I’m so excited!

A lot has changed since I last wrote.

I have refocused my life from being a full time yoga/meditation teacher and therapist to a full time screenwriter. I know!! But it’ll all make sense once you get to know me. 🙂

I have been writing for a long time – like every writer that I know – I’ve been writing ever since I could (talk) hold a pen. But life conspired to make me believe in the voices that said, “I wasn’t good enough”, “writing isn’t a job”, “it doesn’t even have a pension!”

I wanted to write like Beckett and Pinter, GB Shaw and Stoppard, Camus and Kafka. I wanted to be the first female absurdist writer. Mimicking the works of Beckett and Stoppard, but in a Shaw-ian kind of way… That would have to wait. A. Very. Long. Time.

I’m like a cat. I have had a few lives.

I’ve been an architect, graduating and working in the field. After a few years, I decided to take my passion for architecture and translate that into sculpture and art. And writing. I did some writing! But there was no momentum. I made some money. But not enough to keep me alive. It wasn’t the age of the internet in the way it is now, with remote jobs and Google. God bless Google. I went back to design – I worked for a while doing interiors and helping a friend dress clothing store windows. Yeah. Like Rhoda.

But my life was falling apart – slowly, snail’s pace. Like I couldn’t even see it – but I felt it. So what did I do? What every one should do, I went to get my Therapist skills certificate to figure out MY LIFE. And because, I’m fascinated by what makes us tick. I had been practicing and studying yoga throughout my university years and then doing it as any practitioner would – finding teachers I like, studios that had my style (after being introduced to Ashtanga I didn’t look back). I was hot wired from very early on to do this kind of work, and so I gave myself permission to let go of all my creative outlets and focus the energy on the creative impulse of yoga and meditation. I became a teacher a year after I decided this route. I did an enormous amount of training and teaching. And finally, in 2007, opened my first studio!

Having that studio was an experience that deepened my practice more and I taught a teacher training – all by myself. I did everything all by myself. I burnt out and the town where I had the studio wasn’t interested enough in the kind of yoga I offered so I had to close. I continued with teaching private lessons and had therapy clients. My second studio turned more into a performance space than a yoga studio. I had already started writing screenplays at this time. I dove right in! I invited people to perform, do seminars and I even had partners to start launching our own productions in the space. But I chose the wrong people to partner with and it ended with me closing the studio and abandoning that kind of entrepreneurialship. I wasn’t cut out for it… It exhausted me. Competing with every other space downtown.

I’m not sure how many lives I have left – but it’ll be the expanding of my writing – because finally after all my experiences, I am finally writing! The writing gods have descended upon me and said, now! Now you can write!

The early posts on this blog are from when I was a full time yoga teacher, and wanted to share my experiences. It is my intention to continue to share with you my ongoing commitment to my spiritual practice; share some of the insight I have gained through the years.

I will be sharing my experiences with writing, and setting my sights on making it as a writer. Fingers crossed. Here we go!

Thanks for visiting and I hope you enjoy!



Ok, let’s talk: A response to the Bell Let’s Talk campaign

Yes. Let’s talk about how pharmaceutical companies have made natural human physiological changes occurring from stress, hormone imbalances, etc. into diseases so that they can make more money off of people who don’t understand that if they made some life changes as their lives change that they can do without the pills that doctors push on them that have more side effects and are less effective than say: exercise, eating better, etc..

Thanks for this. It is very well said.

Let’s stop talking and start listening to ourselves and our bodies.

Vision Passion Action

This post was written by Danielle Landry. She teaches Mad People’s History as part-time instructor with the School of Disability Studies.

A drawing of a road side stand with the words "psychiatric help 5 cents" on top. Inside the stand there is a person with a blue text box. The bottom of the stand reads "The corporation is in"Ok, let’s talk.

Let’s talk about how those two new workplace scenario commercials only reinforce the idea that it’s unsafe to talk about mental health to your boss or co-workers, instead of establishing that employers in Ontario actually have a duty to accommodate disabled workers, including those with psychiatric disabilities.

Let’s stop positioning disabled people as charity cases through a-nickel-for-every-text campaigns.

Let’s talk about the erosion of our social systems through corporate greed.

Let’s ask why Bell hasn’t instituted any programs to support its low-income customers, such as if they need a reprieve from paying their bills during a hospital stay.

Let’s talk about why it’s not okay that we have to rely on corporate sponsorship to sustain our mental health system. Let’s ask if corporate influence serves to…

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The Story of the Girl Undressing in Public (Written by Jae West)

Courage. Perseverance. Love.


As I stepped onto the streets of Piccadilly Circus with white board and markers in one hand and blindfold in the other, I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of vulnerability at what I was about to do. Observing the

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Meryl Streep and Her Patience…

Patience is a head thing. Plain and simple. I feel what she is saying – I’d like to agree with her but it seems severe.

I do wonder if she has any patience for herself? Usually when we have such strong feelings for others then that is a feeling we have for ourselves – I wonder if she knows that.

What I’d like to suggest is to make an effort to set boundaries early in life and continuously. Boundaries that will compromise getting a job but not your self-respect. Boundaries that will fortify your convictions but not your heart. Open your heart and love those deeply who don’t know how to respect others but resolve not to be a fool for them. As Ramana Maharshi would tell you, this is all a dance of the mind. Enter each day with a Big Heart and you will not have to guard yourself – love is your way through.




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