Photo by Leon Macapagal | Design by Delia Brett This story is a reflection on memory and meaning — not a statement of blame or injury. My family and mentors offered great love and support; the feelings described here belong to an inner journey of learning how to walk my own path. I can still see myself there — a small girl, maybe five or six — sitting stubbornly at the end of the driveway. I had a little red rucksack, tied to a stick like the hobo in a storybook. I’d fille

From Scarcity to Sufficiency: A Story of Remembering Some of you may remember how I wrote back in April that I was leaving for a two-month sojourn to Greece — and how it brought to light some false interpretations or unconscious beliefs I was still holding around scarcity and my worthiness to enjoy the goodness of life without  first working really hard and stressing out a lot. Ha! Well, after floating in the azure Aegean nearly every day and climbing the breathtaking mountai

Tonight is the darkest night of the year in the northern hemisphere. So, with the new wave of restrictions here in BC, meant to control...

Trust that comes from understanding your own response-ability as a co-creative agent in the flow of life.

instead of the spacecraft launch metaphor I was gearing to become, I became more like a corkscrew spiralling into the stopper of my heart.

I realize that I prefer concepts when they do not allow me - when I reach for them with my mind - to fully grasp them.

When I stand in the instability of this moment I find myself asking, again and again, "What are you going to do Delia? Sink? Or go through?