From the Chrysalis by Emily Dickinson
My cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I’m feeling for the air;
A dim capacity for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.
A power of butterfly must be
The aptitude to fly.
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.
So I must baffle at the hint
And cipher at the sign,
And make much blunder, if at last
I take the clew divine.
I write books for children and for teens. I’ve written a memoir for adults. I teach creative writing at UBC, both in person and online. I have now completed life-coach training with world-renowned coach and author Martha Beck. I live with my husband and our two cats in a Vancouver townhouse overlooking the Fraser River.
I found myself on a complicated journey this past year. I learned the Alexander Technique, exploring the brain/body connection, abandoning what I believed about exercise, but unsure what that means or where it leads. I’m deepening my spirituality or at least longing to do so: I am attending church (Unitarian) most Sundays, and at last I am meditating daily. I’m struggling with food, questioning my decision to cut out wheat and sugar, wondering what I really know about my own responses to gluten and glucose and just about everything else. I’m seeing a life coach and have become a life coach myself, even as I work at settling more deeply into my work as a teacher of creative writing.